Uh, I don't know what this is for.

-EndsVille.

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Billy was becoming bored of staring into the sun.

"Billy, stop dat. I'm not zappin' your eyes. Not after what happened last time.." Grim nagged.

"Eeehh," the boy replied sleepily, dismissing Grim's warning.

It was an incredibly hot Tuesday in Endsville, and after an entire day of sitting at a desk and staring at a chalkboard, Billy was exhausted. He laid on the lawn and stared upwards into the cloudless sky, his skin turning an unpleasant pink.

"Well, I must say, dose pills Gladys gave you are a godsend," the skeleton said, then smiling. "You haven't soiled yourself yet today."

"'Yet' being the key word there, Grim," Mandy said, approaching the two with a skillet in hand. It contained two sizzling egg yolks.

"Fryin' eggs?" Grim asked lazily.

"Our stove's busted, so I decided to use the sidewalk instead." Mandy looked over her shoulder to see Billy's neighbors heating various foods, including popcorn, over the pavement. She directed her never-ending glare to Billy.

"Yeah, but why fry eggs, I mean," the Reaper said, wringing his hands (he'd left his scythe inside), "It's de middle of de afternoon."

"Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore," Mandy answered, and promptly hit Billy with the skillet. He yelped in pain, and Mandy, with an uncaring expression, turned the skillet over and shook the two sizzling eggs onto Billy's eyes.

He got to his feet and attempted to scratch them off–screaming while he did so–and ran around the lawn frantically, occasionally running into the fence or a tree.

"Oh," Grim said morbidly, joining Mandy in watching Billy's rampage. He had hoped Billy's drowsiness would've lasted longer.

Then, suddenly, as Billy came near the middle of the yard, a massive hole in the grass formed in front of him. The hole swallowed him up, and then disappeared into the green, though it had never been there.

After a few moments of shock, Grim spoke. "Hm, well, dat worked out nicely," he said, delighted, and glided in the direction of the hammock.

"Wait, Grim," Mandy said, tugging on the skeleton's robe. "Since when do holes randomly appear and eat children?"

"Since tis afternoon, I guess," he shrugged, and started towards the hammock again. However, Mandy had formed quite a grip on his cloak, and he went no where.

"You're not going anywhere until we find out where Billy's gone," the girl said firmly.

Grim gave an irritated sigh. "Why can't you just say 'Oh, dat's too bad,' and get on wit your life!" he exclaimed desperately, clearly less than happy about having to retrieve Billy yet again.

Mandy opened her mouth to speak, but no sooner had she done so, that she found no immediate words to say. "There's nothing else to do around here," she droned, letting go.

"Sure dere is. It's a lovely day!" He spread his arms wide above him, still looking morbid. "Ya could go swimming, or listen to music.. You could push innocent bystanders onto de pavement and watch 'em squirm! De possibilites are endless!"

"He owes me some money." She crossed her arms.

"He eats his allowence. I see him sneak quarters into his cereal," Grim hissed, poking the air in front of Mandy's face. "He wouldn't have any left ta give you anyway."

Mandy curled her hands into fists. "The show title wouldn't sound as good as it should be. Not enough syllables."

"Aw, c'mon! We're not even supposed to know we're on TV," he griped, looking pitiful.

"It's a kids show! You can't just cut out a main character."

"Sure you can. The Simpsons did it."

"Maude wasn't a main character. And that isn't a kids show."

"It is accordin' to Channel 4."

Mandy growled, deeply and passionately. "Listen, we're going after him because I say so."

"Make me," he dared prissily, crossing his arms and turning away from her.

Inside Mandy's brain, a last, feeble string of patience snapped delicately. She yanked her slave downwards to his back, so that he was facing the sky.

"Maybe you didn't hear me," she menaced, eyes flaring. "You're going to tear a hole in the ground, get us down to wherever he went, and bring him back. "

"Why!" Grim asked. "He's probably dead already," he added, quietly.

"Don't question me!" the girl ordered.

"But dis feels so great!" he exclaimed.

"That's it!" Mandy removed a few loops of rope and a tape labeled "From Justin to Kelly" from somewhere behind her back.

"NO! NOT DAT! IT'S A MUSICAL TRAVESTYYYYY..."

Grim shot upwards, terrifed. He gasped for air, rather unnecessarily, and wiped the sweat from his brow. Then, still shaking, he wondered how he could sweat anyway. "Oh, it was just a dream..." he said, exasperated.

"What's the matter, Grim?" Billy asked curiously, leaning over the side of his bed.

"I dreamt I had a backbone," the Reaper answered bitterly, collapsing back onto his pillow.

A snore was the reply.

Grim sighed, and turned over to his side, and fell back asleep.

"Oh, you're back."

"What?! Shouldn't it be a new dream?!" Grim squirmed in his binds.

"Nope." Mandy pressed the 'ON' button.

Even the opening credits were torturous.

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Yeah, From Justin to Kelly was rated the worst movie ever made on IMDb, so sorry if I offended anyone..