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[charring]

[babysitting neighbors kids, in the park.]

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[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk was babysitting Pacha's hyperactive kids. With a jumping rope! And cake.]

ONE LLAMA, TWO LLAMAS, THREE LLAMAS! [Also kind of babysitting himself.]

[charring]

[Charlie glances up briefly, amused for a moment before she helps the four year old she's watching draw a butterfly.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Chica, the little girl, went over to look.] What are you drawing?

..Uhhh. I dunno if Pacha wants you guys to talk to strangers! [Or if Yzma wanted HIM to talk to strangers. Help.]

[charring]

[Don't worry, Kronk. Charlie is harmless. The little girl she's babysitting just hands over chalk without a word.]

Butterflies and I think flowers. [Charlie's charge gives her an indignant and annoyed look, tugs her down to her level and whispers in her ear.] Oh, sorry. Evelyn says it's me. The picture next to the butterfly is me.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Chica and Tipo where soon drawing too. Poor Kronk, he was great at jumping rope but not much of an artist!]

Uhhh. They're really nice flowers and... stuff. Great! [Big smile! Woah, that lady and those little kids where really fancily dressed though, with shoes and coats and everything.]

[charring]

[Charlie stood, stepping back for Evelyn and her new friends.] Not bad at all. Hi. I'm Charlie and that's Evie.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

I'm Kronk! [Kronk beamed, before pointing at the little kids.] That's Chica and Tipo, I'm watching them for Pacha and Mrs. Pacha... they're, uh. Not mine! Hah. [Probably a good thing for those kids' ~brains~.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk was babysitting Pacha's hyperactive kids. With a jumping rope! And cake.]

ONE LLAMA, TWO LLAMAS, THREE LLAMAS! [Also kind of babysitting himself.]

[charring]

[Charlie glances up briefly, amused for a moment before she helps the four year old she's watching draw a butterfly.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Chica, the little girl, went over to look.] What are you drawing?

..Uhhh. I dunno if Pacha wants you guys to talk to strangers! [Or if Yzma wanted HIM to talk to strangers. Help.]

[charring]

[Don't worry, Kronk. Charlie is harmless. The little girl she's babysitting just hands over chalk without a word.]

Butterflies and I think flowers. [Charlie's charge gives her an indignant and annoyed look, tugs her down to her level and whispers in her ear.] Oh, sorry. Evelyn says it's me. The picture next to the butterfly is me.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Chica and Tipo where soon drawing too. Poor Kronk, he was great at jumping rope but not much of an artist!]

Uhhh. They're really nice flowers and... stuff. Great! [Big smile! Woah, that lady and those little kids where really fancily dressed though, with shoes and coats and everything.]

[charring]

[Charlie stood, stepping back for Evelyn and her new friends.] Not bad at all. Hi. I'm Charlie and that's Evie.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

I'm Kronk! [Kronk beamed, before pointing at the little kids.] That's Chica and Tipo, I'm watching them for Pacha and Mrs. Pacha... they're, uh. Not mine! Hah. [Probably a good thing for those kids' ~brains~.]