Wally sighed in pure bliss as he rolled over on Mr. Killingsworth's soft mattress. It was much better than the coarse mat that they gave him to sleep on. He chuckled to himself as he watched Pocahontas. That Meeko was something else…

Ding Dong

He groaned at the doorbell. Why did they constantly torment him? Did it amuse them that he didn't have any hands? He finally heard a key turn in the door and his tormentor's voice rang out through the hall.

"Finally. It seemed like we were driving forever". He could hear a few thumps upon the hardwood floor. "You can put the grapes on the table".

Wally winced.

"Is your dad home?"

Oh no. He knew that voice. It could only mean one thing. He had to run. And fast.

"Wally!" Serena called for him.

As quietly as he could, he crept from the room.

"Oh Wally!" She was getting closer.

He crept into the bathroom.

"Wally? Where arrrreeee you?!"

He sighed, relieved, as she walked past the bathroom. Racing for freedom, he made his way through the dining room, into the kitchen, to the back door and-

"I found him!"

Right into a pair of K. Swiss.

"There you are". Serena walked into the room.

Wally hurried effortlessly to get away, but was only scooped up into the boy's arms. Serena neared them, blocking his only means of escape. Great. Now he was caught in the crossfire.

"I brought your grapes", she crooned.

His eyes took a hopeful light. Maybe they would feed him grapes together. Anything was better than…

"We'll save them for later". The boy leaned over to whisper something in her ear, and Wally groaned as the romantic theme to Pocahontas began to play. Damn. Betrayed by Disney. His eyes bulged out as they came together in a passionate kiss. He struggled to escape them, but they only drew in closer. Then when he had finally given up any hope that his head wouldn't explode, they parted. Hopefully, they would retreat to the bedroom and give him time to escape, but as usual, they pushed everything off of the kitchen counter and commenced to do the unfathomable. Wally yelped as a pound of sugar and a few spoons fell on his head. He gasped assome knives barely missed his scalp. A ton of Dawn dish soap fell, sending him sliding across the floor and a bottle of whiskey poured down, emersing him in alcohol heaven.

Hiccup, he breathed as he pranced across the blue, tiled floor. Piles of Abercrombie and Hot Topic clothing were tossed at him. Oh yeah. He was stylin now. He shook his fist at them as a Trojan pack came sailing at his head. One of these days. One of these days.

"Excuse me!" He shouted at them. They didn't even hesitate.

"Hey, you!" They continued to tongue tie without a care in the world.

Wally's eyes glowed red. He would NOT be ignored. Lifting a saucer from the kitchen sink, he tossed it at the boy's head.

"Aug!"

Wally chuckled maniacally as he watched the boy hold his pounding head.

"Wally!" Serena shouted. He watched as she jumped off of the counter only to slip in a river of Dawn.

"AGH!" She screamed as she slid across the yellow liquid. Finally, she rammed back into the counter, sending both her and her lover toppling over the edge.

"MWA HA HA HA HA HA! FOOLISH MORTALS!", he mumbled. Of course, being the simpleminded idiots that they were, they took it to be "Feed me grapes until I burst" in cute- raccoon- talk.

"He just wants his grapes", Serena muttered and pulled herself off of the floor. Her bra and panties were covered in a mix of Dawn, sugar, and whiskey, as well as a few pieces of silverware.

"Don't you spoil that thing?" The boy asked, still rubbing at his shaggy, blonde bangs.

"But he's so SWEET!" Serena crooned and started to squeeze Wally's cheeks while spouting out idiotic baby talk. She winced as Wally sunk his teeth into her finger.

"OUCH!"

"Oh, he's sweet alright", the boy smirked sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up", Serena laughed playfully and walked into the living room. She returned with a bag of grapes, the green kind. Green. He despised green. Then, eager to return to her love- making session, she stuffed a handful down his throat. His eyes widened when he came across something hard.

"Seeds!" He shrieked.

"Oh, he likes them!"

"You should buy that kind more often". The boy smirked from the counter. Wally glared at him. It was times like this that he wished he had a middle finger. Sometimes, he could swear that the boy knew exactly how much he was torturing him. He just never let on.

"Seeds!" Wally tried once more at a desperate attempt to stay alive. He reached for dear life as he began to slip into darkness.

"Oh, look! He's sleeping!"

The boy gave a low chuckle from the counter.

Wally let out one last cough before descending into a void of darkness.