CONTRAT DE NOT'RP !

- Tour de jeu : Sip - ? - ? (Triple S !)
- Délai maximum d'attente de réponse : une semaine
- Sauts de tours : 1
- Autre : we speak English here (+ 20 cookies à vous deux )

Dalton tried to argue multiple times that 8 is way too old to have a babysitter.

He tried getting his point across calmly, relying on the pure logic of it. If he can read and apply the instructions on microwave dinners, make his own food and walk to school by himself, then it follows he can definitely spend an entire day alone. This didn't work. He tried to convince his mother rationally, with a carefully crafted PowerPoint presentation filled with bullet points and colorful slides. This didn't work either. He tried to beg. Major failure. He even tried his hand at threats: "IF YOU MAKE ME GO, I'LL BE HORRIBLE AND THEY'LL THROW ME OUT." This was definitely counterproductive.

Here he was, 24 hours later, in his full 8-year-old glory. Queenie had dropped him off about half an hour ago, and Dalton still hadn't settled in. He was still cross at her for having dumped him here unceremoniously and it showed on his small, grumpy, purple face. Everything was small and childish in the nursery. Clearly these toys were made with smaller children in mind. 8-year-olds had no business being here, he maintained.

Dalton was still pouting in his corner, actively ignoring the robot-Nanny that was supposed to take care of them (of him !), when the bell above the door rang, announcing the arrival of another child.

"I'm coming very soon, don't worry !" With his old steel and electronics system Eden, the Robot-Nanny walk to Dalton. "Dalton ? What's happening, you seem sad, why you don't try to play with other children ?"

I don't need to "play". I'm not a baby See ! The Nanny was trying to coax him into getting along with children. Ridiculous. He was practically a grown-up already. Yes, cause Dalton believed he was quite mature for his age. He acted at least 10 years older.

[>Smile.exe process engaged] "If you're not a baby you c4n h&lp bzzit.... If you're not a baby you are so able to help me, prepare the kitchen Dalton we'll start to cook some cookies soon" After this minor language error Eden walk to the door where the new child just arrived. Eden kneels in front of te young Valeth : "What's your name little boy ?" [>Smile.exe process ended|>Mother.exe process engaged]

Raz looked the nanny robot with a sulky pout. "You'r not m'Mama, shit !" The start of the thunderous tone was rung. The little cheetah didn't want to be a good boy : his Mama had abandoned him ! He was sad and angry. His eyes blasted the robot (it was too bad that this was only metaphoric and he hadn't laser eyes). Grumpy, the little boy get in the corner of the room and sat on the floor crossing in harms.

HRP:

After fifty years of babysitting experiences saved in his internal hard drive Eden was used to manage these type of impolit and cheeky children. "Right, i can't be your mother. But we must stay together for the entire day so make this day pass more quickly. Do you like cookies ? Me and Dalton" X5 looks at Dalton "are ready to cook some."

"I want my Mama !" His voice trembled. Annoyed by the sobs trapped in his throat, Raz retreated against the wall with a sulky pout. But... the Nanny-bot had spoken of cookies. He licked his lips with gluttony. Cookies were sweet and he very very loved the sugar. "Cookies first." He finally chose jumping on his paws and looked Dalton. "Who'r you ? You'r too pu'ple."

There's no such thing as "too purple". Rude lil' man. You're too hairy. Dalton had no problem with the boy's level of fuzziness (his own little brother had similar ears and a very fluffy tail, after all), but he still deserved a taste of his own medicine. Now... He squinted at the Nannybot. You said I have to help you cook.... but I can have a taste as well, right ?

[GordonRamsay.exe process engaged] "Absolutly not Dalton, if you're an adult now, you'll as i'll do, cook for others children, not for you." Eden catch the pinky cooking apron (where is written with a tuquoise pen "Best Droid Of The World") then he wear it [Searching in DataBase the Valeth's name ... loading ...] "Raz'Sha do you want to help us cook ?"

Raz spited against Dalton. He had only said that this Telun was a little dusky, more purple than blue. "My furry is beaut'ful ! You'r... nude, shit !" The little cheetah clenched his fists, trembling with all his limbs. He always thought his Mama had abandonned him and this tall boy worried him. To defend himself was logical, no ? He looked the Nanny-bot and breathed to calm down. "Yes. Cookies, yes."

Cookies seemed to calm everyone down. Except Dalton. For him they now were a new source of indignation. What ?! Why can he have cookies and I can't ?!   Making them but not eating them ? What is this nonsense ? Dalton felt betrayed. He was so confused he didn't even bother to reply to Raz' "nude" accusation.

[Authority.exe Process Engaged] "Raz'Sha ! Your language ! You ave to be polit if you want any cookies here ! You 4re no7 Izzzbtzz You are not in your house !" Eden open the kitchen and start to prepare all necessary ingredients then answer to Dalton [TeasingTon.exe Process Engaged] "Why ?! Because you are an adult, as you said, and Raz still a child."

The little cheetah showed the claws, growling, because the autority of Nannybot was ineffective. "Pu'ple T'lun IS child." His voice indicated than thought they were idiots to not saw this evidence. But the threat was more efficient : he wanted cookies ! Awfully ! Cookies were delicious and sweet ! "Miam, miam." he said aloud. "But... m'Mama com'ba ?" His concern was still here and she was stronger than his gluttony.

HRP:

Yeah, like he said ! He casually pointed in Raz' direction. I'm a child for sure. I never said I was an adult. He shook his head as if to demonstrate just how wrong the robot was. I just said I wasn't a baby and I'm definitely too old for a babysitter. He paused for effect, then blurted out : I can definitely eat cookies !

This conversation bored him and the Nannybot' errors very worried him. Raz looked them with mistruful eyes. He wanted his Mama. Very strong. Or Daddy or Granny or Grandpa or the uncles or even the cousins. Somebody of his big family. Really, wasn't there anyone to take care of him ? He felt he was going to cry if nothing switched his thoughts. "Cookies !! Noooow !" he howled in panic with watery eyes. No, no, no, NO ! He will not cry.

Woah woah woah ! He had wanted to reply to Nannybot, but the little leopard (or whatever species he was) completely distracted him. He had quite the lungs for his tiny size ! His teary eyes almost looked cute. They reminded Dalton of his own little brother. Even smaller and definitely cuter (he's biased) but still... those big, watery puppy eyes that only animals could make tugged at his heartstrings. Calm down lil' fella. We still have to make 'em and everything.

"Hey Raz'Sha ! Please ! Don't cry. We'll make your cookies now." [Nanny.exe crashed||restart error||folder corrupted] Eden starting to act like a real chef when he prepare cookie dough. "Dalton, Raz'Sha help me to prepare more dough please !" say Eden, his voice is more "adult" now. [Trying to reconnect Nanny.exe with 87ED programs]

The Nannybot always worried him. Raz was affraid by its robot bugs... enought to catch the Dalton' pants and to cleave to him. "Coo'in now, okay. But how ?" he inquired to the Telun boy (he again looked the Nannybot with mistrustful eyes). "Big big big suga' ? And cho'o'at ?" He pulled on the pants to amplify his request. "Many suga' !" His question had become a command.

Traduction Baby Raz:

Well, we don't want it to be all sugar, huh. That won't work. Dalton warned him. Do we have chocolate chips ? My personal favorite is chocolate chip cookies. Chewy and delicious. He nodded to himself, ignoring the child's grabby paw on his pants. Foxxi did it all the time. He was completely used to it. So, do we have them ?

"I'll teach you Raz'Sha." Then Eden answer to Dalton "Of course we've chocolate chips." He open a cupboard "Oh... ok... we will need to buy some chocolate and flour... I forgot it last day... I'm very sorry." The robot take off his apron and stand in the middle of the kitchen, calculating where is the closest shop.

HRP:

"Suga' is 'ways good, no w'ong !" Raz growled pulling more strongly the Dalton' pants. "Suga' ! Suga' ! Suga' !" But the Nanybot buged again... Because, who would propose to make cookies without the ingredients ? "You... moron." His eyes lighted up and he began to purr. "Buuuuut... the'is suga' ! Neh ? The'is suga' ? The'is suga', neh ?" His belly roared like the thunder. "I'm 'gryy, shit ! Now !"

Traduction mini Raz:

Woah, he said shit again ! Dalton laughed. "Shit" wasn't a funny word. But it sure became hilarious when pronounced by a toddler. Who had raised this boy ? If Queenie had heard him... boy, oh, boy. The kitten wouldn't have made it out alive. But we can't make cookies with just sugar. We'll have to go buy more ingredients. I can do it if you give me the cash, he offered, I do it all the time.

HRP: