Under the Bed.

Alya reclined on the couch and stared forward as she counted to twenty, smiling as she heard the littles running the bare feet across the carpet. Their whispering was really loud, though Alya pretended she didn't notice.

"Oh no! Where did they go?"

Alya leisurely strolled around the room in an exaggerated goose-step.

"It seems I lost the babies. Whatever shall I do?"

She could hear the two of them giggling and trying to shush each other.

They had chosen to share a hiding place, and it was an obvious one. In the left-hand corner of the room sat a bed. The bed was made -- presumably by the nanny that looked after Adrien earlier that day -- with a blanket that looked like a Monet painting of a flowery pond. It had four sets of wooden bars, all but one of the bars raised. Over the queen-sized toddler-bed sat a mobile with stars and birds and a crescent moon floating over it.

She decided she kept them in suspense long enough and bent down on the side of the bed, raising the frilly fabric that draped to the floor.

Her sight was met with the two padded butts of her charges, the littles on all fours, one with naked legs, the other covered in white pantyhose.

"Gotcha!"

The littles gave out a cry as they both fell over in the spacious hiding place. She grabbed at their legs and dragged them out from under the bed, the littles laughing as she mock-attacked the both of them.