That night, everyone in the Gru home was asleep. Well, everyone except Agnes. All she could think of was what the HOA president said about their new neighbors. The thing is, she was going to learn about skunk enchantimals Monday at school after the housewarming. She knows what speciesism is, but still. She never met skunk enchantimals before. The little kitten just tossed and turned in her sleep from Gladys' words spinning in her head.

"You know how easily mad they get. When you get them mad, they'll spray you."

"They probably use the city sewers as their bathtub."

"...Could be using Limburger cheese as deodorant."

"...Using stinkbugs as perfume and cologne?!"

"...A matter of time before they stink up your family and the neighborhood."

"Enjoy the fresh air while it lasts!"

It was a regular sunny as the girls and a few other kids were playing soccer at a neighbor's house next door across the street. When it was Agnes' turn to kick, she kicked it a little too hard. It bounced down the street and stopped in the Wiggins' front yard.

"I'll get it!" she cried. She waited at a crosswalk and crossed when it became green again. Reaching their yard, she picked up the ball. However, as she was about to leave, something unexpected happened.

A white picket fence sprung from the ground and rose higher than the house. She was getting confused and nervous. On the ground, a manhole popped out of nowhere. She didn't think much of it until it moved and turned, causing her to hide in one of their bushes. As soon as the lid was pushed open, a malodorous stench wafted out of the manhole, causing their house flowers to wilt instantly and the fence to turn a sickly green. As soon as it reached the bushes, Agnes' eyes watered and she held her nose as tight as she could.

The Wiggins climbed out the manhole, used towels in hand as if they dried themselves, and stained clothes. It was hard to see them due to the bush and her watering eyes, but she could certainly smell them, and they smelt horrible!

"Nothing like a nice bath in sewage, right guys?" Once-ler sighed refreshingly.

"I thought we never would get to with neighbors watching us," Ted laughed.

"Sure we already smell," said their mom. "But we didn't smell enough."

The grandma opened her purse. "Don't forget the cosmetic and hygiene products."

Agnes couldn't see what it was at first until the items were fully out. They were sandwich bags of stinkbugs and Limburger cheese! Each one grabbed a piece of cheese, reached inside their shirts and blouses, and rubbed it in their armpits. Then they grabbed the stinkbugs and rubbed them on their necks and wrists. Gladys was right! They now smelt worse than ever! She quietly held her breath, but the smell was in her mouth! She tried her best not to cough, but all the nasty rank combined wilted the bushes, including the one she was hiding. She tried to run, but she tripped and fell, causing her to finally cough up the horrible odor she inhaled, only to repeat when more came into her lungs.

This caught the family's eyes and ears. Busted!

"Well, well, well," said Helen with an evil smile. "Look what we have here."

They all slowly surrounded her like vultures to a carcass. "What do you think you're doing on our property, little girl?" Once-ler said slyly.

Now she was shaking both from fear and from the coughing fits from the horrible stink. "I was trying to get the ball back," she pleaded. "It was an accident. Please don't be mad!"

"Oh, we're not mad about the ball," Ted taunted. "But we are mad about trespassers."

"And you know what we do to trespassers, right?" asked Norma with a wicked grin. They looked at each other nodding.

She tried to run, but Once-ler grabbed her by her shirt. They walked inside the house, thrashing girl in tow. She was greeted by a horrid sight! Her bounded and gagged sisters and parents were each hung upside-down by ropes.

"Take a good look at what happens to trespassers," the first son smirked.

The women all turned their tails. There were no glands, but their fluffy tails emitted a green, nasty stink around them. The nose hair burning odor made them cough and gagged through their noses.

"No!" Agnes cried, nose still held tight and tears running down from the sight and smell. "Please, stop it! Please!"

"Boys," Norma called coldly. "Shut her up."

She was now hung on a hook by her shirt and she was greeted by the boys' tails. She was next!

"No! No, please! No! Please!" But the boys ignored her crying pleas. She was soon surrounded by a big wafting cloud of a truly horrendous stink! Her eyes were burning! She couldn't breathe! It was nothing but a permanent, eternal stink!

She jumped up from her blanket with tears and cold sweat, panting like crazy! Looking around her, she noticed she was in her room, sleeping sisters and all. Was it all a bad dream? Quietly, she sniffed all over her arms and PJs, and then the air. She plopped back on her pillow and sighed in relief. Thank goodness! No stink. It was all a nightmare.

Yep. It was all a nightmare. But will it remain a nightmare, or will it become reality? Think of the dream sequence like the ones you see in Arthur.