Nursery Riot. With Crying.

That sounded good to the tiny reporter. Not just because ice cream was always yummy, but because someone was finally appreciating the investigative skills the baby labored so long and hard over.

32 patted the infant's head a little bit more before smiling, "But I'm 'fwaid you gonna hafta cry first."

"Wha-"

Without warning, 32 rose up a foot and kicked the little reporter in the nose. The force wasn't that hard, being that she was a baby and everything, but it was enough to make Ivy roll backward and start bawling uncontrolably.

Smirking slightly, 32 barely flinched when a voice behind her asked "Why'd you do 'dat?" in a shocked and horrified tone. Turning around, the agent found herself face-to-face with the redhead from the wrestling team, and with an evil grin, she spun the girl around and pulled her diaper into a wedgie, then pushed her to the ground for good measure.

Wolfie's crying joined the choras started by Ivvy, and 32 bolted to the next child closest to her. In this case Cassie. The tiny Goth had only barely enough time to turn and look at her before 32 grabbed both her dyed bangs and pulled hard.

Okay, three screaming babies. That had to be enough to get a grown-up in here. All 32 had to do was sit and wait. When an adult entered, he'd open the door and she could slip out across the hall to the baby-making-stuff.

Hmm.... As she prepared to flop down on her butt and just wait, something caught her eye. Julie, even still with a tiny, colorful band-aid on her nose, had been babified too. It looked like she was trying to re-master the art of walking, being up on two tiny feet and slowly forward on wobbly, woobly legs. It looked like she was even starting to get the hang of it.

Unable to help herself, 32 stuck a foot out to trip her as she passed, making the baby land face-first on the floor and commence wailing.