(This is totally unrealistic, but please don't complain about it XP. Officer Murray- based on the creator of Rocko's Modern Life, Officer Hillenburg- based of the creator of SpongeBob.)

4 cops dashed through the stable. Red, who was cleaning the manure out of Red Rover's stall, gasped at the sight of the "fuzz" walking around in the stable. "Umm, excuse me sirs, but do you need something?" he asked. 1 of the cops turned to him. "Yeah, where's the classroom?" he asked hurriedly. "Oh, down the hall and to your left!" he said. Once again, before he had could ask why, the cops had ran off.

The police officers panted as they finally found Lisa (their senses of direction STINK ON ICE!). "Oh, thank heavens you're here, officers!" she said. "Alright, is the girl in there? The girl with the gun?" the tallest officer asked. Stevie bounced up. "Yes sirs, and I think she's about to start the shootout!" The police nodded. "Hey boys, let's make this fun. Let's wait 'till then!" YOU IDIOTS! WHAT THE HECK IS YOUR PROBLEM! IDIOTS!

Carole raised her hand. Max was teaching the class how horses reacted to different environments. "Yes, Carole?" he asked. Carole stood up. "May I draw a diagram for the class on how horses react in good and bad weather?" she asked with a fake sweet voice. Max, startled at her newfound enthusiasm, replied, "Sure, Carole. I suppose…" Carole smiled at him as she skipped to the front of the class. Her classmates began whispering furiously. They, too, found her proposal a bit strange.

Carole stopped in front of the board. She reached in her pocket. "I…brought my own tool for explanation…" she said. "Oh, well, would you like to show us?" Max asked. Veronica, from across the room, smiled at Carole. Kristi looked around nervously. "Of course I would! That's the point!" Carole pulled the "tool" out of her pocket and then… "NOO! DON'T SHOOT!"

Stephanie and her father slammed the car doors and sped into the hospital. "Okay, where's Steven Lake? Where's my son?" Mr. Lake demanded when he reached the clerk. "Sir, only family members may see him now. He's in critical condition," the clerk answered, filing her nails absent-mindedly. Stephanie pounded her fists on the counter. "STEVEN IS MY OLDER BROTHER! STEVIE IS MY BROTHER AND WE WANNA SEE 'IM NOW!" Stephanie screamed. The other people in the lobby glanced over at her, startled. "O-okay, he's in room 201, on the second floor!" the clerk said. Stephanie grabbed her father's hand and the pair ran up the stairs.

The police officers blew the door open with their guns. The class gasped. Two of the officers guided the kids and Max out of the room while the other pair faced Carole. Her face was splattered with blood. One officer, named J. Murray, felt something warm seep through his boot as he faced Carole. He looked down and saw-"AHHH! A DEAD GIRL! A DEAD GIRL IS ON MY FOOT!" He jumped to the other side of her. "Yes, it seems as though you missed the first part of my act, the part in which I killed Kristi!" Carole cackled demonically. "You killed a girl? YOU FIEND!"

Officer Murray shot three bullets at Carole, who did vice-versa. The other officer, Officer S. Hillenburg, examined Kristi's body. "She's been hit only once, near her heart. A hole was blasted clean through her," he told Officer Murray. "Great-I'm-kind of-busy-here-Hillenburg!" Murray cried between shots. Carole was effective at dodging each one, as was Officer Murray. It seemed like the fight would never end.

Lisa and Stevie ran to the stable loft. If anyone was about to die, they did not want to hear it happen. "Lisa, thanks for telling me about Carole," Stevie said quite spontaneously. Lisa just smiled. She was thinking about something. She finally turned to Stevie and asked, "Stevie, what were you crying about when I came back from calling the 'fuzz'?" Stevie's eyes widened a little. "Well…I guess you would have to find out eventually." She got up and leaned against the wall, her face down. "I was thinking about my brother, Steven. My older brother Stevie."

" 'SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND,' CANNIBAL!" Officer Murray quoted. He shot all of his bullets full speed at Carole. She dodged most, but the lucky last, lucky 13, hit her in the abdomen. "MY GUT! YOU HIT MY GUT, YOU IDIOT!" she screamed. She fell to the ground. Hillenburg quickly cuffed her and Murray confiscated her gun. "That's the end of your reign, Maleficent!" he cackled. Hillenburg looked up at him. "No man. Just, no." He shook his head as he began to trace Kristi's body.

"You have a brother?" Lisa asked, shocked. Stevie nodded. "Well, had anyway. Stevie and I were 5 years apart, and yet we were as close as twins. He was…" Tears began to roll down her cheek. "He was only 14 when he died. It was only a year ago, as well. He had…he had so much ahead of him…he was going to go to Harvard one day, we all knew it…My dad had ne'er been prouder…" Stevie fell on the hay of the loft and broke down in tears. "But that stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID…" She didn't finish, as she was drowning in tears and Lisa had embraced her in a hug.