Meanwhile...
"No, really, I'm nuts, I swear it! I see shit that isn't there", Stu was saying to some more cops who were once again in his hospital room. "Like little devils telling you to kill people?" said a cop with heavy sarcasm. "Yheah, but Billy is a real person. Or he was. But I mean I see wild crap nobody else sees, like green piles of crap that can talk...Flamingos with top hats that jump rope..." said Stu. "Save it for the judge, Macher. Save it for the judge", said a cop. Stu started crying.
Months went by. Stu went to trial. The jury was not sympathetic and it looked certain that they would hand down the death penalty. "Ohhh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Billy!" whined Stu, alone in his cell one night. Billy's face appeared in a glowing orb in front of Stu. Stu screamed and pulled his blanket up to his face. "WHAT THE HELL! Geez Billy, I, Billy I thought you were dead, what the hell, where'd you come from, Billy--" said Stu, as Billy grew angry. "STU, SHUT UP! Listen to me. You've gotta finish what we started. You've gotta kill Dewey and Gale Weathers, understand?" said Billy. Stu nodded. "But I'm locked in here, man, how'm I gonna kill 'em?" asked Stu. "DAMN IT, DIPSHIT, JUST FIND A WAY!" roared Billy at the top of his lungs. "Oh, ok, I'll try it. Hey, wait a second, why are you always bossing me around? I mean, I'm tired of this shit, man. You know what? You're dead. Fuck you. I'm sick of listening to you." said Stu, throwing back the blanket. Billy made a really weird face, his mouth downturned and twitching and he was looking like he was about to cry. "But..." said Billy. "No, man! It's over! Now leamme alone." said Stu. Billy looked down, a tear fell from his eye. Slowly, his face dissapeared.
Stu rolled over in bed, feeling relieved. He'd never felt so free. He smiled. Ten minutes later, Billy's face reappeared. "Ok, fine, Stu! Be that way!" he said. His eyes were red rimmed. "Nevermind the fact that I, your loving friend have been there for you when no one else was! Nevermind all those moments when we planned and schemed! Nevermind the jokes we shared when we first saw eachother in Ghostface. Nevermind the nights we spent snuggling together! Oh, no, you don't need me anymore! That's just fine!" said Billy.
"That's right, Billy", said Stu. Billy pouted, tears welling in his eyes again. "FINE! Then I'm gonna do everything I can to make your life miserable from the afterlife!" said Billy. "Well good because I hate you and they're gonna fry me soon and when they do I'm gonna come GET YOU, BILLY!" shouted Stu. "Just bring it on, you clod!" yelled Billy, and he vanished again.
"Damn it, I never should have listened to that greaseball! We did have some fun times, though" said Stu. Little did Stu know that he was being spied on by a prison gaurd with a video camera. The guard liked to tape Stu when talked to himself because he thought it was funny. Well, it just so happened that the next day he was laughing and talking loudly about this when Stu's lawyer happened to overhear. Stu's laywer bribed the guard for the video tapes and then showed them during the trial. The jury finally became more sympathetic to Stu and when the verdict was handed down, it was that Stu should be comitted for life at an insane asylum. Stu was exctatic about this and leapt and howled with joy as they took him away in a straight jacket.
The next day at Dewey's house, early morning lightning flashed as Dewey sat with a cup of coffee and the paper in front of him. A dark look was on Dewey's face as he read the verdict. He crushed the newspaper into a clump and then tore it up. Gale, who now lived with Dewey in the house they'd bought next door to his mom's house, walked into the room. "Did you read the verdict? I heard about it on tv. Can you believe this shit, Dewey? After I testified three times! I had that fucking jury in the palm of my hands telling them how evil Stu was, telling them what he'd done! How could they not fry the sonofabitch!" Gale asked. She sat down near Dewey. Dewey didn't say anything. He picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip, his brow furrowed heavily. Gale turned tender as she looked at him. She put a hand on his arm. "Don't worry, Dewey. He'll never get out, at least", said Gale. Dewey looked at her. "It's not enough that he not get out. You know that, Gale. He needs to die", said Dewey. Gale sighed. "But whaddaya wanna do?" she asked. Dewey closed his eyes and shook his head. "Aahh, I guess you're right. There is nothing we can do", said Dewey sadly. Gale pushed her chair right up close to Dewey and put her arms around him. "We've just got to carry on, Dewey", she said softly. She pressed her lips to his. Dewey wrapped his arms around her and then gazed at her lovingly.
Meanwhile, Stu was getting aquainted with his new home, the mental institution. "Nice place, cool digs, if I do say so myself!" said Stu, as he looked around his room. Stu wasn't in a straightjacket anymore but they said they'd put him back in one if he caused any trouble. Stu had no plans to do anything but kick back and relax. Here, maybe he could finally calm down and everybody would just leave him be, with the Hamburger Helper and his good friends, and none of the evil ones. But just as Stu was taking a sip of orange juice and preparing for nappy time, Billy's face, in an explosion of light, appeared right before him. "GOD! What are you doing there, man!" said Stu, alarmed. "Listen, douchebag. I told you. Since you aren't coming over here then I'm gonna keep bothering you forever. I'm here to pester you for the rest of your life. Get it?" said Billy. Stu threw himself down on his small matress and wrapped his pillow around his head. "Nooo! Why can't you just leave me alone?" asked Stu. "Because, StuPID! We still have work to do", said Billy, menacingly, as he held up a knife. "Geez, Billy, where'd you get that knife?" asked Stu. "They give me everything I want over here! It rocks! Now get up off your ass and go get Dewey and Gale", said Billy. "I CAN"T! And I told you, I'm not gonna take your orders anymore!" shouted Stu. Some of the nurses walked into Stu's small room. "Ok, Stu, what seems to be the problem?" asked one of them. Stu pointed at Billy's angry face hovering in the air. "You see something?" asked one of the nurses, a male nurse with a bushy mustache. "It's Billy again. I'm seein' dead people, man." whispered Stu. "Ok, I think it's time for a nice dose of nap time", said the nurse, pulling out a syringe. "Huh? Drugs? Oh, ok", said Stu.