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8:09 PM

The Death Bat was dead. Basil and Venus could only feel like a great weight had been lifted off their shoulders, like they were two people recently free. Would something else like the Death Bat ever show up? How were they to know? For now they could only think of the present. The Death Bat was dead and that was all that mattered to them.

"This feels like a dream." Venus said for the fifth time that day. She and Basil were at the latter's home standing at the door, preparing for Basil to walk her home that night.

"How many times are you going to say that?" asked Basil, with a smile.

"I don't know and I don't care!" replied Venus, twirling around with joy for, again, the fifth time that day. "I won't be seeing that face at my window ever again!"

"I'm glad about that." Commented Basil. "A face that is both eerily feminine and monkey-like is definitely a strange face to see at one's window and hardly the kind I'd want to be seeing at mine either."

"Maybe the next monster we encounter will be less frightening looking." Venus joked. She then grew curious and asked: "Do you think we'll ever see another monster?"

"Well, I go to school at A. Nigma so I always see a monster." Stated Basil. "Granted the Tazelwurm is a good one that has never hurt anyone so he is definitely a better monster to see. Do you have everything?"

"Lets see here." Venus opened her purse and took a quick look. "Yeah, everything is there."

"Good. Ready to head home?"

"Are you ready to take me home?"

Basil's smile turned concupiscent. He walked over to Venus and gave her an amorous osculation on the lips. He wasn't ready to take her home and on second thought she wasn't ready to go home. Beau placed his hands on leman's waist and leman wrapped her arms around his neck as the adolescent beloveds surrendered themselves to absolute ardor while adoration was also in their hearts… Or at least that is how Venus would put it in her diary, Basil would be less poetic but not exactly blunt in his journal.

The End