Chapter 2 : Too Good to be True?
Later that night...
The Reaper feel asleep on the living room couch. Earlier, he shut his trunk of supernatural items with the paint inside it so that it would not be taken. The home's human adults had also dozed off after cuddling. Sneaky Billy creeped into his basement and approached the magical chest. He flicked the aged lock, and it tumbled on to the floor. The paint can was lifted out. He found some small glass jars and filled them with the paint. The empty can was closed and placed back in the box which was then relocked. It was an astounding achievement for Billy to have devised such a plan.
Next day...
Billy brought all of the little containers of paint to school for it was Crafts Day. However, Mandy was unaware that it was Grim's and sat down at her desk. Billy walked up to his crabby teacher.
"Miss Butterbean, I brought some paint of my own for today," he said while holding up a jar. The tutor took it from his hands and scrutinized it. She noticed herself winning the "Teacher of the Year" award which she was thinking dreamily about before class.
"Of course you can use it," she beamed, "Class, today is Crafts Day. There is paint, markers, and paper in the closet. Later, we'll use clay."
Billy sat down. All the desks were pushed together into tables. He began painting, ignoring the vision of his dream, when Mindy asked to borrow some. Wanting to be polite, Billy allowed her to. As she was painting a heart, she saw herself being chased in her most recent nightmare by a smelly slime monster.
"Eek! Gross! That loser is s0Oo disgusting! This paint is screwed up. Someone else take it!" she shrieked, pushing it across the table. It rolled to big mean Sperg. He snatched it up and glared at it.
"What the hell! Wait...this picture seems familiar," he thought to himself. Sperg had a machete in his hand, and he viciously attacked and mamed some little pink and lavender ponies. It was a bloody dream. Although he did not mind the scene, he pegged Billy's face with it as he knew it was his.
"Retard! How am I supposed to paint with this?" Sperg yelled. The jar hit Billy's eye which was now bloodshot. Mandy had overheard the rowdiness over the paint and grew suspicious. She got up and asked for a pass to the bathroom, while Billy asked to see Nurse Pembroke.
Mandy walked passed all of the popular girls and into the acrid and puke-covered corner stall which nobody ever used. There was graffiti on the door and a pus-covered shirt, and thong in the toilet. She paid no mind to the conditions and pulled a walkie-talkie out of her dress pocket.
"Grim? Grim? Can you hear me? I think Billy took that magic paint to school in some little jars today. Now everyone can see their dreams," she whispered.
"What? Are you friggin' kidding me, Mandy? I saw the can in me trunk today. Did he take it out. Oh no mon, dis is not good. Make sure he takes all of the paint home today," he answered back.
"I can't believe it, but he must've come up with a plan to trick you. I'll make sure he has it all. You better think of a plan to get rid of that crap," she said sharply.
At the end of the school day, Mandy made sure that Billy had all of Grim's paint. Billy still denied that it was the supernatural stuff. Grim was waiting at their bus-stop for them and gave Billy an angry look.
"How dare you take away me paint after I told you not to. And you go about lettin' other people see it. If anyone's dream were to come true, it could mean a frightful end of the world," he roared.
Mandy added, "Or it could mean weird creatures trying to gaily befriend humans."
"Exactly! When I warn to of certain tings, it's for A REASON!" he shouted, flames appearing in his eyes.
"Don't yell at me like that! People have feelings too ya know. Fine, I'll put it away in your trunk," Billy told Grim almost-convincingly. He turned to enter his yard.
Mandy sighed, "Come on, Bonehead, you're staying with me tonight." The other two started towards her house with an odd feeling in their stomach/robe.
That night...
Billy was in his room and just about ready for bed. He had the jars lined up on his nightstand. The picture of the Dinobonoids playing with his friends appeared in each one like watching the same movie on multiple monitors at once. Even as the night went by he laughed along as Lazlo made them say funny things play silly games. It was as he fell asleep the containers began to shake and shimmer.
