Nancy looked up from her coffee to see Octavio and that young detective enter the living room.

"Mrs. Gribble," Octavio nodded towards her.

"Octavio," Nancy said, returning the nod.

She noticed the two holding hands. Ryuzaki gave her a coy smile and winked as Octavio led him downstairs.

When Hank got home, he quickly hid himself in Peggy's office. He took the Death Note out, opened it carefully and put it on the desk.

"Good Lord, I've done terrible things," he muttered. "But...I just do what I have to do."

"So you do," came a gruff voice. "That's the way it is!"

A grissly monster with black clothing came through the desk like a ghost.

"Bwah!" Hank gasped as he backed away. He was not looking at the monster that towered above him.

The creature laughed wickedly.

"Shut up, Ryuk!" Hank Hill snapped. "Stop laughing, or else I kick your ass!"

"Alright, alright!" Ryuk snickered. He walked over to Hank's side. "I'm just having a little fun. It's almost Halloween, you know."

"You're a jerk, I tell you what," Hank said sternly. "Now, have you done the job or not?"

"I'm not here to help you," Ryuk said. "I'm here to watch the fun."

"Yeah, well, if you want those apples, you better tell me that you killed those Thatherton workers."

"I did, I did. I killed a man and a woman at the Thatherton across the street from your work. A man from another branch was visiting, and I killed the three yesterday morning."

"Ryuk, you gibblet-head!"
"What?"

"You can't kill them all at the same, and at the same place; it'll look suspicious."

Hank sighed and said, "At least you killed them in different ways, right?"

Ryuk shrugged and said, "...Yeah, about that...Sorry."

There was a knock at the door. "Hank," came his wife Peggy's voice. "Hank, can I come in?"

"Yep," Hank said. He quickly grabbed the Death Note and his it behind him.

Peggy walked in and said, "Hank, who are you talking to?"

"No one. I was, uh, praying."

"Praying?"

"Yep, praying."

"Hmm...Wall, alright. So listen: I am on the planning commity a party at Bobby's school! Near the end of this month, Bobby Hill and his friends will have an authentic Mexican Day of the Dead dance!"

"Uh, Peggy...You know that the Day of the-"

"Not now, Hank. I think, as a Spanish-speaking, Spanish-speaking substitute teacher of the year, three years in a row knows a little more out Mexican holidays."

"Yeah..."

"What I want you to do is..."

"Yeah, uh-huh..." Hank clutched the note book tight, hoping Peggy wouldn't see it behind his back.

"I need you and the boys to help build some decorations for me. Nothing much, just a guillotine and stuff..."

"Oh..." Hank chuckled awkwardly and agreed to. He then shooed her out, "Okay, bye now! Gotta do thinking for work...and stuff."

He slammed the door behind her. He heard her scoff and walk away.

"That your old lady?" Ryuk said. "She's hot."

"You take that back!" Hank roared.

"Sorry, you're right; she's not hot."

"Thank you...Wait."