"Caillou did a very bad thing today," the narrator said, "So daddy is here to teach him a lesson."
"Today is Punishment Day," said Boris. He pushed Caillou onto the sofa and held the little brat down. Grabbing a roll of duct tape, he tied Caillou's hands and ankles together. His son was going nowhere.
"First punishment: Cutting off your penis!" Boris swiftly yanked Caillou's shorts and underwear off, revealing his tiny shaft. Caillou screamed as his father produced a pair of scissors. With a loud snip, the boy's penis was chopped clean off. Caillou's screams became louder as pain of unimaginable magnitude hit his lower regions. Ounces of blood escaped through the severed sex organ.
Boris threw Caillou's dick off to the side. He picked up the roll of duct tape and taped his son's mouth shut, muffling his screams. Satisfied, Boris flipped Caillou over. He held the scissors again.
"Second punishment: Scissors in your anus!" Boris spread Caillou's ass cheeks apart and put the scissors against his poop-hole. He forcefully pushed the shears inside. Caillou's screaming elevated from his covered mouth. Boris then opened the scissors with rapid motion, which stretched the boy's anus to twice its size.
"MMMMMMMGGGHHHHHH!" Caillou screamed under the tape gag. Boris pulled the scissors out. A mix of blood and feces coated the steel blades. Discarding the scissors, Boris turned Caillou over again and made a fist.
"Third punishment: Fucking up your face!" Boris brought his arm back, and with a powerful swing, punched Caillou square in the nose. The cartilage in the sniffer shattered, causing blood to erupt.
Boris repeated his punch several times, gradually smashing Caillou's nose flat. When he was done, there was a river of blood coming from what was once the nose.
Boris then walked out of the room momentarily. Caillou was so overwhelmed by the pain inflicted on him, he couldn't move. Under the tape sealing his mouth, he was both screaming and crying.
Boris returned to the living room with the household vacuum cleaner. He plugged the appliance in and set up the hose extension.
"Hey Kayloo," Boris said to his still-screaming son, "Do you know why I want the spoonfuls of cereal you ate?" Caillou couldn't answer, not that he would want to.
"Because THEY'RE GREAT!" Boris finished while flipping the lower part of the vacuum cleaner rapidly. He made it look as if it was the vacuum talking.
"Anyway, fourth punishment: stealing your breakfast!" Boris turned the vacuum cleaner on and grabbed the hose. He ripped off the tape covering Caillou's mouth. Caillou had no time to scream as the hose was jammed into his throat. Boris punched his son in the stomach a few times until vomiting was induced. There was a gurgling noise as half-digested food mixed with green bile spewed from within Caillou. The vacuum sucked up all the vomit and deposited it in its bag.
Boris then turned off the vacuum cleaner and pulled the puke-stained hose out of Caillou's mouth. As his son gasped for air, Boris detached the vacuum bag. He picked up Caillou's penis and put it into the bag. Boris zipped up the bag and set Caillou upright.
"Final punishment: You die!" Boris laughed as he repeatedly clobbered Caillou's head with the bag containing his penis and breakfast. The happy father put tons of force into each swing. Soon enough, Caillou was knocked into a concussion.
Boris then put his hand on Caillou's head, and with a sharp twist, snapped the neck of his son. He took the limp body off the sofa and held it in his outstretched arms.
"Goodbye, and good riddance!" Boris said as he hurled Caillou into the window. The body smashed through the glass and landed on the front lawn. Blood poured out of every orifice of Caillou's corpse and a red puddle formed beneath the grass.
The end.