It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon and the Blue's Clues shows were done for the day. Brian and Molly were busy making sand-castles while everyone else was doing their own thing. However, Brian was in deep thought about his usually calm and logical cousin.

"Hey Molly? What do you do when no one else is looking?", he asked.

"Is that seriously any of your business?" she asked, pausing for a moment.

"Uh, Yeah Kinda. We're relatives dude. We should be able to tell each other's secrets."

"Very Funny Brian, but you're not hearing a word from me about the subject"

"Ok then. Well ,I,m going to go use the bathroom."

"Alright then. Hurry back"

Brian exited towards the house but instead, he grabbed a small video camera and ambushed into a large bush, clear of Molly's path. He took the camera and poked it out a little bit and began to record Molly's every move.

Molly, who was oblivious to him, sat in the sandbox, waiting for his return.

"Wait a minute. Since when did gardening tools need to empty their urinary systrms? Oh well, might as well have fun while he's gone" she said while grabbing some sand and forming a fort and some small generals, making a army.

"Commander Provinsky. The enemy is on the premises, prepare to launch in 3...2...1! FIRE EVERYTHING! SHOW THE ENEMY NO MERCY!" she yelled, throwing sand at the opposite side of the sandbox. Meanwhile, Brian was recording it while giggling like a lunatic.

After World War 3 finished, an orange and black butterfly past Molly's head, as she tried to pounce on it, like a Special Needs Lioness. After she failed to catch the vile beast, Molly started running around and yelled, "I'M A PRETTY BUTTERFLY! HATERS GONNA HATE! MOTHERS GONNA MOTH!"

At this point, Brian stopped the recording and jumped out of the bush, laughing. "So that's what you do when you're alone! I can't wait to see the look on your dad's face!'

"Uncle Shovel! Uncle Shovel! You gotta come see this!" he yelled, moving at 100 miles per hour. Molly was also on his tail.

"BRIAN! I'M GONNA KILL YOU, FIX YOU, AND KILL YOU AGAIN YOU EVIL BUCKET OF HORRORS!" she yelled at him. "BWAHAHAAH! TRY ME!", Brian yelled back until they bumped into Shovel.

"Uncle Shove, you have GOT to see what Molly did today!", Brian said, showing him the whole recording. Molly was casting death glares to Brian until Shovel looked at her.

"Molly...I'm getting you a therapist.", Shovel told her, in a face-palming tone.

"Crap." she mumbled.