N0TE : I do not own any of the characters in this story or The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. It's my first Fanfic so please R&R.

Chapter 1 : Some Peculiar Paint

A simple-minded boy had fallen fast asleep. In his dream, he appeared in a rocky plain with rivers flowing with some odd liquid. A large, pink, floating, and plastic dinosaur had his hand gripped around him.

"Stop playing, Lazlo," said a tall boy with goggles and a shirt that read "LOVE." "We have to go find the Jurassic Creeps!"

"Aw, Professor, don't you like these new toys," spoke a light blue dinosaur towering over the others.

Billy gasped at the sight of his fellow classmates and family members lying helplessly on the ground as mouse-sized toys to the Dinobonoids.

MEANWHiLE

In the kitchen, Gladys was arguing with her husband, Harold.

"Honey, you must paint the house tomorrow morning! You still haven't gotten to it and it's chipping terribly."

The extremely fat man replied, "I can't find anymore exterior paint, and you didn't like my idea of using mud!"

"No paint? There must be some in the basement. Go see if there is and if not, you can drive to the hardware store to pick up some. But, I want the job finished quick," she demanded.

Harold sighed and trudged to the basement of the house. The Grim Reaper's trunk sat in the middle of the floor. Billy's father was familiar with the fact that it contained incredible objects. He assumed it had what he needed. Harold opened it with ease, much to Grim's annoyance, and discovered a large can of paint. He pulled it out and dragged it upstairs.

Next morning...

It was about 8 o'clock A.M. Harold decided to get an early start on the painting in order to please his spouse. He opened up the can to inspect what was inside.

"Great! It matches the house," he declared. But, suddenly, he noticed a stage in the can. There were fries and hot-dog dancing. This reminded him of the reveries he had yesterday. Then, he actually got his attention back to his work and pulled out a large paintbrush and began his labor.

Cheerful like always, Billy galloped out of the door to get the newspaper before Milkshakes did. (not that a cat would want to)

"Hi, Dad. Whatcha doing," he inquired.

"Just repainting the house before Mom goes bizerk on me and curses at me with unimaginable fury. Wanna help?" Harold responded, offering his son a paintbrush. Billy nodded and took the paintbrush from his hand. He pulled the can over to the side of the door to paint the house. He stared into the can and saw the Dinobonoids playing with his friends.

He shrieked and shouted, "I gotta show this to Mandy!" Billy dragged the entire can away. His father did not notice for he was watching two squirrels mate.

"MANDYYYYYY! MANDYYYYY!" he hollered in front of her home. An equally short, blonde, and sinister-looking girl opened the door.

"What do you want, you bastard?" she asked while furrowing her brow.

"Lookie in here! The Dinobonoids are attacking! I think it's a prediction of the future," Billy answered worriedly. His friend peered in side and saw her atop a hill and perched on the throne overlooking a field of slaves.

"I sure hope it comes true," she said, "I don't see any Dinobonoids. Where is this stuff from anyway?"

Billy returned, "I donno, but you gotta believe me." Mandy pondered for a few moments and decided that they go back to Billy's house and question their friend, the Grim Reaper. So they did and hurried to his room. Harold was still procrastinating outside and did not notice the children. Grim was sleeping in the the floor as it was a Sunday. Mandy plopped the can onto his ribcage.

"OW! Why you kids gotta wake me like dat? Eh? What? Are you gonna make me paint someting?" Grim said.

"No. I think belongs to you, though." Mandy spoke, "Billy's dad was painting this house with it."

Grim, although lacking eyes, scrutinized the label. "Oh no. Has he painted much?"

Mandy nodded in disbelief, "It's still wet."

"Billy," Grim sighed, "I told you to always keep stuff from me trunk inside it. That paint can be dangerous, mon. As soon as you look into it, you can see yer latest dream. And if you gaze at it for too long, yer dream will engulf reality." He took the can and ordered the two to attempt washing of the mystical paint from Billy's house. Of course, Billy was too ignorant to listen.