Last chapter woooooooo! You all owe me your lives.

Onward and whatnot.

Chapter Six: Grim Finally Comes Home

"Grim's back! Grim's back! Grim's back!" Billy shouted as he abandoned his sandbox and bounced up to Grim upon seeing him coming towards the house.

"Wow, Billy," Grim said beaming. "I never thought you'd be so happy to see me."

"No I mean, look at Grim's back! It's got tomato soup all over it!" Billy corrected pointing to the huge red stain on Grim's robe. He licked up the puddle with his tongue and smacked his lips together. "SALTY!" he complimented.

"Oh, dat's not tomato soup, Billy," Grim laughed. "Dat's the blood from Conan O'Brien and maybe a little from dat Colin kid."

Billy's eyes doubled right before he vomited into the gutter.

"Well done, Grim," Mandy congratulated as she emerged from the house. "You did something right for once."

Grim sighed as he knew she was assuming he'd reaped Frotu. "Mandy," he began to confess, "I…didn't get that Frotu girl. I tried but she was just too tricky for me."

"What?" Mandy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who's Frotu? Oh, yeah, her. No, no, I meant you sacked McEnroe without me telling you. Now THAT'S class."

"McEnroe?" Grim echoed confusedly.

"Yeah. Old ugly tennis player guy? Has his own talk show on CNBC? WORST show in the history of shows, I must say. And THAT'S saying something," she pointed out to the readers. "That guy has been annoying me for months and I was just too psyched to hear you pitched him out the window."

Grim smiled smugly. "Well, it was just something I had to do."

"Yeah. You know, I WOULD be proud of you had it not been for you killing the only GOOD talk show host left and causing an all-out riot in New York. And how about that bear you whacked? Did you SEE how much Downy sales have skyrocketed?" she asked, whipping out a line graph indicating the red arrow almost perpendicular to the bottom side of the paper. "Thanks to you, the entire country is in a dilemma over who's going to keep the NBC ratings up and who's going to replace that cute cuddly bear on the Downy commercials and who's going to be our next president."

"Dat last part wasn't my fault," Grim cut in defensively.

"Well, no but you sure did contribute to it," Mandy explained. She then let out a sigh through her nostrils and shook her head. "I'm very disappointed in you, Grim. Go clean the bathroom."

She handed his tooth brush to him as he drug himself inside the house.

"Well, I hope we've all learned something from this experience," Grim told Billy who was sitting cross-legged in the toilet bowl.

"Ooo! Ooo! Me! Me!" Billy yelled, jutting his hand in the air like an excited schoolboy.

"Yes."

"The concept of life is naught but reality coinciding with rational fiction," Billy stated philosophically before grinning wide, revealing several pieces of cat litter between his teeth.

Grim blinked.

"Dat made no sense," he grumbled as he pulled the flusher and watched Billy swirl down the toilet.

"Theeeeeeee ennnnnnnd…" were Billy's last words before he disappeared through the hole, letting up only a telltale bubble.

That's all you get. Neener neener.