the diaper crisis

I stowed away with Little One on a plane to Europe. I found my brother there and he was getting ready for a birthday party. He decided that he wanted to go back home and I was trying to figure out how to stow away again so I didn't have to pay. Then I was in a contest trying to win diapers for Little One. I had won and the person who was running the contest couldn't find the diapers. She kept looking online and trying to purchase them but they were too expensive and she kept looking. I was in another building and there was an explostion in the store-front we had been in. I was claiming it wasn't us but Dave was standing there with a gun. Someone had planted it on him.