It was a very sunny, bright afternoon when Steve, Blue, and everyone besides Shovel and Mr. Salt left the house. It was for no particular reason. But, to cut a long story short, Mr. Salt found the Liquor cabinet, and the 'special no-touch' gun cabinet, belonging to Steve. Shovel was sustaining in the backyard, paying no attention to the shooting coming from inside the house.
You see, ever since a few days ago, when Salt found out that his mother had been sleeping with his brother, and Gray's Anatomy wasn't coming in on his TV anymore, he had turned into a hardened Gangster Salt Dude. (It was the TV thing that really messed with his brain).
And now, he had gotten himself a gun.
And was in a murderous/suicidal mood.
Because of all that booze, his aim wasn't that well. He had mistaken a lamp for Steve and a baby chiwawa for Blue. That poor, poor chiwawa. To cut a short story shorter, Mr. Salt grabbed another gun, and went off to Penguin Tech. to shoot some penguin ass, and grab some Killer Whale ass. He is now a playa mob boss, and is very happy.
The end.