Arlo skipped down the street in his suspenders and Blues' Clues backpack, smiling at the police officers as they run past.  To the police officers the little fox didn't seem very suspicious.  Just a young cub walking home.  Unknown to them, the little fennec was the very man they were looking for.  Not that they would ever find out.  The fennec was a one-man team.  Electronics expert.  Acrobat.  Safe cracker.  And most importantly - master of disguise.  He'd dyed his fur to look more like a normal fox so that he'd just seem like a cub to associates and enemies alike.  The fennec took great pains to make sure that people thought he was just an innocent little boy.  

	Tonight was a special job.  The client wanted me to steal a safe deposit box.  Arlo usually didn't like to do dead drops himself, but the client requested one.  A lot of hard work could be undone if anyone found out his secret identity.  The drop location was a easy one for him to work around, though - local daycare.  Lots of entrances and exits.  Plenty of people to disguise his coming and going.  It was be hard for someone to peg him as the culprit.  It would have to wait until daytime, though.  For the meantime, the fennec hid in a bush near the building that would be the drop.  He would wait here for a good opportunity.  

	Hours passed and daylight started to peak over the horizon.  The workers showed early.  He had to shake his head to clear his stupor.  He couldn't fall asleep right now.  The rustling of the bush attracted attention that the sleepy fennec didn't notice, at first.  Arlo's ears perked and he pivoted and he turned just in time to see the shovel hit his face.

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	When the fennec woke up, his head was throbbing.  "What happened?" he thought as he tried to sit up.  

	"He's awake!" a female voice cried as Arlo sat up.

	"Thank God!  I was so afraid that he wouldn't be okay." another voice called out, this one, deeper and more masculine.

	Arlo shook his head to get his vision to focus and in front of him was a female fox with a daycare uniform on.  "Are you okay, sweety?  What's your name?"

	The fennec wasn't sure where he was.  Why was he here?  He was scared, "It's Arlo," he whimpered.  

	"Oh, Mark, he's trembling.  You really did a number on him." she chastised as she turned to the male fox in the other room.  

	"I already told you, Sarah.  It was an accident.  I thought it was a wild animal."

	"Arlo...do you remember what your parents' name is?" she cooed as she stroke the Fennec's hair. 

	Arlo winced as he tried to think about who they were.  His head hurt.  Whimpering, he just shook his head.  

	"Sarah, I think we need to keep him here until his parents show up.  We need to call people."

	"I think you're right," she replied, putting Arlo down on the ground, "are you going to be okay if the adults go talk for a bit?  Can you stay with the other cubs for now?"

	"Cub?" Arlo thought.  He wasn't a cub, was he?  It hurt to think about anything but just nodding.  With that, Sarah took him by the paw and walked him to a room where a group of cubs that looked no older than 4 or 5 were all playing with various toys.  She let go of his paw after whispering to the sheep who was watching over the bunch.  

	Arlo reached out for Sarah, but she only shushed him.  "You'll be okay.  Ms. Moon will take of you for now.  Play nice, Arlo."

	Arlo could only curl up into a ball.  The cubs around him were all playing very loudly, and thankfully didn't seem to notice him.  He tried his best to reassemble the events that led up to this.  He was outside...he needed to drop something off.  His backpack!  Where was it?  "Ms Moon?" he asked, tugging on the sheep's dress, "can I have my backpack please?"

	"Your backpack?  I suppose.  What does it look like?"

	"Ummm...Blues Clues!" Arlo shouted proudly as he recalled the detail, suddenly gaining the attention of a few of the cubs.

	The sheep patted Arlo on the head and announced to the class, "everyone?  I'll be gone for just a second.  Be good, now."

	When the older sheep stepped out of the room, one of the bigger children stepped up to Arlo.  It was a young kangaroo appropriately named Joey.  "You watch Blues' Clues?  Baby!"

	Arlo pouted, "I'm not a baby!  I'm an adult!"

	"Yeah?" the older cub declared, suddenly stepping closer to the smaller fennec fox.

	Arlo stared down the larger boy, not blinking.  He wasn't going to let some cub bully him!  He didn't even notice that Joey had poured something down his front covertly.  The young kangaroo stepped away, tucking the apple juice container into his pocket as he smugly smiled.  Arlo smiled, thinking he'd won, standing very proudly.  Then someone called out, "ewwww! He wet himself!"

	"What?" Arlo thought, looking around to notice that everyone's eyes were suddenly on him.  Looking down, he saw a telltale wet patch on his crotch that ran all the way down his suspenders.  "Did I...do that?" he feared, tears forming in his eyes as the other cubs started to laugh and mock him.  

	"What in the world is going on here?" Ms. Moon asked as she re-entered the room.  All the cubs hushed and pretended to play with their toys but kept an eye on Arlo.

	"He wet himself!" Joey declared proudly, pointing at the embarrassed fennec.

	"Oh my," Ms. Moon declared, shaking her head, "come on, Arlo.  Let's get you changed."

	"Changed into your diapers," Joey whispered into Arlo's ear as the fennec was picked up.  It turned out that the kangaroo was correct, as the fennec was taken to the corner of the room where there was a well-equipped changing table.

	Arlo held tightly to the sheep, sniffling as he tried to calm himself down.  He was doubting his adult status at this point.  Maybe he really was a cub.  He'd just wet himself, or so he thought.  He put up no resistance as Ms. Moon stripped him of his wet suspenders and underwear.  He knew what was about to happen, but it didn't make it easier.  He whimpered as he felt the babyish plastic garment fastened around his waist.  Despite being an actual adult, the fennec easily fit into the thick infantile diapers.

	"That's better.  All dry." Ms. Moon said, picking Arlo back up into her arms, rocking him from side to side.  A couple of the cubs in the room were giggling as they took periodic peeks at Arlo.  The fennec heard them, but the warmth of the sheep's wool helped to distract and drown out the noise.

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	Arlo woke up to the sensation of warm liquid going down his throat.  It tasted pretty good.  Instinctively, he began to suckle on the rubber nub in his maw.  As he groggily opened his eyes, the fennec saw an unwelcome sight.  Joey was holding a baby bottle full of milk.

	The fennec flailed, but found that he couldn't move his arms.  Peeking down, he noticed why - he was completely swaddled in a sheet, unable to move at all.  The mumbles of the fennec just made milk spill against his maw.  He had to continue suckling if he didn't want to make a mess against himself.  

	"Shhh.  Baby!" Joey teased, tilting the bottle up so the rate of flow increased.

	Arlo blushed as he was forced to suckle on the embarrassing object.  The urge to pee was definitely rising to the top of his to do list as the liquid flowed into him.  He kept flailing to try to undo the swaddling, but it just made his urgency all that much worse.  If he could only hold on for a little while longer, the bottle would be done!  No such luck, though.  The fennec had a notoriously small bladder and the bottle was big enough for a elephant baby.  His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.

	Joey just smiled.  "Wetting your diapers!  Like a baby!"  

	The fennec couldn't help but accept that it was more likely than not, at this point.  He'd wet himself twice at this point.  And he was smaller than these cubs.  Maybe he was a baby, after all.  

	Joey picked him up and held him fairly easily after setting down the bottle.  All the other cubs were asleep in the room and Ms. Moon was nowhere to be seen.  On her desk, however, there was a familiar backpack.

	Arlo's eyes widened as he saw it.  Years of memories.  His secret identity.  The reason he was here.  How had he gotten so sidetracked!?  He was here to do a deaddrop, not to get pushed around by some little punk.  "Hey Joey," he said, trying to make a cute a voice as possible, "can you let me out?"

	"Nuh-uh.  Baby needs to nap again!" he said, just continuing to sway the fennec from side to side.

	Arlo fumed inwardly.  He hated young punks.  He'd earnestly been trying to undo the swaddling this whole time.  And to be honest, it was actually making him sleepy.  He couldn't believe he was about to do this...At the top of his lungs, the fennec began to bawl his eyes out.  

	"No no no!" the young kangaroo sushed as some of the cubs began to rise from their slumber, some making similar noises.

	It was working!  The door opened and Ms. Moon stepped in, recognizing the fennec as the source of the commotion.  "Give him here, Joey," she said, cooing gently.

	Very quickly, Arlo felt something shoved into his maw once more.  He tried to spit it out, but Ms. Moon held it firmly in place.  "No!" he tried to say, coming out as intelligible babble.  She wasn't going to give up!  Arlo fought it, but the sheep was simply much stronger than him and he was forced to start suckling on the pacifier.  He fully intended to spit it out once she let her guard down, but she combined sensation of his warm diaper and the swaddling was making his eyes very heavy.  Her paw just wouldn't move!  Cursing inwardly at his body for betraying him, Arlo felt his world grow dark once more.

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	While the fennec found himself asleep, Ms. Moon took him to the front desk after calming the other children down.  "It's good timing, you have.  This little guy just started crying in the other room.  How old is he, anyway?"

	A male kangaroo wearing a business suit on the other end of the counter replied, "he's 2.  His mother has been worried sick.  He's adopted, you see.  Joey and he were playing hide and seek and Arlo's so good at hiding.  Do you have his backpack?"

	Ms. Moon handed the small fennec over to the kangaroo and pulled the Blues' Clues backpack from her arm onto the table.  

	"Ah, perfect," the kangaroo said as he threw it over his shoulder.  "Come on, Joey."

	The two walked out the doors to the nursery into a black limo awaiting outside.  The driver looked flabbergasted as he saw the fennec, wearing nothing but a wet diaper and suckling on a pacifier.  "You can't be serious?" the gorilla said.

	The kangaroo just smiled.  "I am.  Turns out he bumped his head and doesn't remember that he's the world's greatest thief.  He used his real name and everything.  He even had the backpack on him.  How clumsy can you get, right?"

	"Ahh, that's terrible luck, boss." the primate replied, scratching his head, "you aren't going to leave him like that, are you?"

	"I don't know.  He's kind of cute this way.  Besides, I think Joey here will like having a baby brother.  Plus, it'll make a good cover story for why I suddenly have a little fox living with me."

	"But won't he be useless until he remembers?" the driver asked.

	"Well, that's what this is for," the kangaroo said with a sinister grin as he clasped a blinking collar on the fennec.  "As soon as he remembers, we'll tell him what the collar really does.  Until then, it's in case my little baby boy gets lost."

	Arlo stifled the urge to gulp as he overheard the situation.  Guess he'll be playing baby for a while.