It was the middle of the night. Hank was tossing and turning, thinking about that poor fat kid they abandoned. He suddenly woke up, crying out "No!" Peggy woke up too.

"Hank! Shut up!" She said, acting cranky. Hank was sweating, with sleep in his eyes.

"Um, I… I forgot to walk Ladybird." Hank said, making up an excuse to go to Bill's house. Hank walked into the kitchen, putting a leash on Ladybird. He then walked outside and went over to his house.

"Bill!" Hank said, banging on the front door. No one answered. Bill was very careless, always having his door unlocked. Hank banged again and again, but no answer. That's when he decided to open the door himself. He entered in, and saw Bill sleeping in the living room, with the t.v on.

"Bill?" Hank said, walking toward the half-naked divorcee. "Bill!" Hank said once again, scaring him out of his sleep.

"Eh, eeh!... Uh, Hank? How'd you get in my house?" Bill said. Hank pushed his glasses up, pinching his nasal passages.

"Bill, your so dang careless!" He said. "But that's not what I'm here for." Bill got up, and was ready to hear what Hank had to say. Hank tied Ladybird to Bill's Kitchen table, with the loop around the leg of it. He turned off the t.v.

"Hey! I was watching th-" Hank looked at him, knowing that this was something more important than his programming. He began pacing back and forth in front of Bill, as if he was about to interrogate him. He then stopped.

"Bill… Do you remember that boy we used to play with?" He said, very seriously. Bill tried to remember. He and the gang used to play with a fifth friend all the time. He didn't know which kid he was talking about.

"Uh, could you describe him for me?" Bill said.

"He was a ginger. He was of Irish origin, and had a love of fruit pies." Hank said, as he described their long lost friend. When Hank said "fruit pies," it echoed throughout Bill's head. He knew who he was talking about. He remembered the smell of his last strawberry fruit pie. He understood why he never liked fruit pies from then on. Bill couldn't remember the kid's name.

"I remember him… But what was his name?" Bill said, almost in a trance. Hank stood in front of Bill and banged his fist against his table.

"Todd! His name was Todd O'Brien!" Hank said, scaring Bill once again. The name of the kid pierced through his ears, giving him chills down his back, causing his neck hair to stand up. Hank knew he had more information, which is why he came to him.

"Did you see anything when Todd swam away?" Hank said, who was definitely interrogating Bill at this point. Bill thought deep in his subconscious.

"I… I might have seen something…" Bill said. Hank got up and looked into Bill's eyes.

"What was it? Was it the fish we tried to catch?" Hank said. Bill began to get nervous, trying to remember what happened next. There was a silence in the room. Hank was getting furious.

"Well… I think I did see something chasing after him." Bill said. "It was a shadow of something. A "huge" shadow!" Bill got up and was wide awake. He knew much, much more.

"It seemed as if the fish was after his fruit pie. I'm pretty sure it was the same fish we were trying to reel in. Todd was most likely killed by the fish because of his own fruit pie. His obsession!" Bill finished, since that was all he knew.

"But… What about that thing Dale was telling us about?" Hank said. "Maybe the creature that was after Todd… was the Sea Behemoth!" Hank began talking like Dale.

"Uh… I don't know Hank..." Bill said, still in a half trance. Hank took Ladybird's leash and went to the door.

"Well, I better head home then. I'll figure it out tomorrow. Maybe Dale knows more." Hank said, leaving Bill. Hank went back home and went to bed.

"Hank, what the heck took you so long?" Peggy said, still cranky.

"Well Peg, she's an old dog, her bowels aren't as good as they used to be." Hank said.