Doppler was in his bed, reading a murder mystery in which the victim was a cat (his favorite kind of story), when Amelia came out of the bathroom looking exhausted.

"That toilet had better be spotless," he barked at her. "Don't forget I'm going to drink out of that thing in the morning!"

"Yes, Delbert," said Amelia, getting out of her maid outfit, back into her captain's outfit, out of her captain's outfit, and into a nightgown with kitty cats on it.

"And if you have anything you need to do, do it outside," snarled Doppler. "The sand is more than good enough for someone of your kind!"

"Yes, Delbert," said Amelia softly.

Before long, her husband was asleep and snoring extremely loudly. She looked out the window and let out a miserable sigh, wondering where her beloved Jim Hawkins was right now.

What she didn't know was that he was currently locked in an epic battle with...

SCROOP! HOLY SHIT!

That's right. Scroop was alive. He had survived his last encounter with Jim (don't worry, he'll explain how he did that to Jim later...maybe), and was now determined to have his revenge. Jim was so shocked when he saw him that he fell off his solar surfer, and now the two enemies were throwing punches at one another.

"Tell me, Hawkinsssssss," sssssaid Sssscroop assss they fought. "Why issss a member of the Academy flying around on hisssss sssssolar sssssurfer at thisssssss hour?"

"None of your business!" said Jim, trying to throw a kick at Scroop's chest. "You're supposed to be history!"

"Hissssstory hassss a funny way of repeating itsssself," said Scroop, and the ugly spider chuckled. "But you'll learn how I'm alive ssssooon enough. You sssseeee, Mr. Hawkinssss, my plan isssss not to kill you. Well, not yet. But firsssst, I mussssst make you ssssuffer. Asssss I have sufferred."

"Wouldn't it, I don't know, be simpler just to kill me now?" said Jim. "I mean you're more likely to win that way instead of giving me time to plan out a way to beat you."

The evil spider chuckled again.

"Sssssssoon you'll wish I had taken you up on that offer," said Scroop. And with a snap of his claws, there was a loud bang, and he was gone in a puff of smoke.

Wait, so Scroop can do like dark magic now? HOLY SHIT!

Jim wondered for a moment if he had imagined the whole encounter with his most deadly of foes. After all, he had smoked some unknown substance with B.E.N. only a few hours back. Perhaps what had just happened was just one long, stupid hallucination.

Unfortunately for Jim, it wasn't. And even more unfortunately for Jim, Scroop knew about Amelia.