The demon siblings were greeted by a woman who looked a lot like Corey. But the younger demon shirked, scared by the sight of this unknown woman.

"Hey mom," Trina said. "Haven't seen you in a long time."

"Oh Trina," Mrs. Riffin said, hugging the older demon. "The last time I saw you, you were craving tuna. You grew up so fast!"

"Mom!" Trina squeaked. "I need to breathe!"

Mrs. Riffin let go of Trina. "Sorry sweetheart," she said.

Corey peaked out from behind his sister. "Mom, this is Corey," Trina explained. "Dad wanted him to come with me."

Mrs. Riffin looked at her son, amazed with how much he has grown. "I haven't seen you since you were still a newborn," she said. "Guess you didn't turn three yet."

"He's five," Trina corrected.

"Five?" Mrs. Riffin repeated. "But aren't demons supposed to stop behaving like cats on their third birthday?"

"Corey's different from other demons," Trina said. "VERY different."

Mrs. Riffin bent down. "Don't you worry, Corey," she said, giving him a pat on the head. "I know you're going to fit in perfectly."

Corey meowed quietly, still scared of not blending in with other humans. "Corey, just be thankful our disguises are better than the ones the Heckmans used," Trina said.

Mrs. Riffin got back up. "The Heckmans?" she asked.

"They were a family of demons who lived in the Underworld," Trina explained. "Several years ago, dad asked them to go to Texas and shut down a drill that would destroy the Underworld. They succeeded after ten weeks, but they failed with trying to blend in with the community. They didn't even bother to change the color of their skin. Since then, all demons who visit the surface world try their best to follow the code of SNORFIN: Seem NORmal Fit IN."

"Well you both look pretty normal to me," Mrs. Riffin said. "Now come along. I want to show you two your new home."

And so, Mrs. Riffin showed Trina and Corey the various rooms of their new home. Since not everything in the house didn't exist in the Underworld, Corey and Trina were in awe with what they thought was strange and new. In fact, Corey thought the washer machine was some kind of ride. When the tour was over, Mrs. Riffin brought her demon children to the living room.

"Thanks for letting us live here, mom," Trina said, while Corey nodded in agreement.

"Not a problem," Mrs. Riffin said. "I also have a few things for each of you."

"Really?" Trina asked.

Mrs. Riffin nodded in response, then she gave a stuffed moose to the older demon. "This is Mister Mooseface," the human woman explained. "He will protect you from the bad things in this world as you sleep. Keep him with you at all times, and you'll have a happy experience on the surface world."

Trina looked at the stuffed moose, smiled, and hugged it. "Thanks mom!"

Corey meowed, as if he was asking his mother for her gift to him. "Of course I have something for you, Corey," Mrs. Riffin said. "A special something. You see, your father told me you would feel uncomfortable here."

Corey nodded in response. "So of course you're worried the other humans will notice your natural blue hair," Mrs. Riffin said.

Corey's eyes widened. That was NOT why he would feel uncomfortable. It was because he was still in the monster cat stage. Nonetheless, Mrs. Riffin took out a plain orange beanie and put in on Corey's head. "There," she said. "That should hide your hair."

Corey was about to meow in response, but Trina stopped him. "It goes with your outfit," she said. "Deal with it."

That night, Corey had a hard time sleeping in his new room. Back in the Underworld, he slept on a cat bed. But in his new home on the surface world, he had to sleep on a bed for humans. He knew Trina could feel comfortable sleeping in something that wasn't like the cage she had to sleep in back in the Underworld, but Corey felt uncomfortable. Here he was, curled up in ball on his new bed and unable to sleep.

Wanting to get some shut-eye, Corey left his room and entered Trina's. He didn't want to disturb her, so he went under her bed. But just as he was about to finally sleep, he noticed a bag of chips next to him. He didn't eat much for dinner, so he figured a chip snack wouldn't hurt. He snatched the bag, opened it, and ate the chips. They were pretty good for surface world food. In fact, he thought they were better than tuna.

But when he ate the last chip, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. Curious, he looked up and saw Trina looking right at him. He was about to explain, through various cat sounds, why he was under her bed when Trina spoke first. "Corey!" she exclaimed. "GET OUT!"

Startled by Trina nearly turning into her true demon form, Corey hissed and scampered back to his room. Looks like it was going to be pretty hard for him to blend in among the humans...