Caillou was put in a cell with no windows, given no food, and had almost no room to breathe. At least they gave him a phone call. Armed guards patrolled the area 24/7. He was considered public enemy number one, an international terrorist, the most hated preschooler on the planet. Grandma's rage flowed through his veins. Hatred was the only thing that kept him going. The medical examiners couldn't find a pulse, but Caillou somehow managed to stay alive. His lawyer told him the bad news, "Caillou, you have been sentenced to death… again. It will be broadcasted live on television. There's no hope for you anymore, I'm sorry." Caillou knew this wasn't the end, and he had a plan. The execution day arrived, and millions of viewers tuned in to see a large firing squad aimed at him. The president gave the signal and the executioners fired their weapons. The shots ripped through the air, hurdling towards Caillou. He perceived time in slow motion as he dodged the bullets (Matrix style). He grabbed one and chucked it back at one of the shooters, piercing through his skull. The president watched in horror as the young preschooler massacred the agents, using their own weapons against them. A helicopter floated down and extended its ladder. Caillou climbed up and flew into the night, giving the finger to the FBI one last time.
With his prison phone call, he asked a favor from his sister Rosie, who was piloting the aircraft. Despite being only two years old, she had over 2000 hours of flight experience. They headed straight toward their home, evading the authorities along the way. When the house was in sight, Caillou jumped out of the helicopter. Little did Rosie know, her seat had been coated in superglue. She tried to jump but was completely stuck. Suddenly, she heard a loud bang as a bullet struck her engine. The altimeter started to drop rapidly, and she prayed to Allah one last time. Caillou watched as the vehicle crashed into his old home, sending a torrent of fire into the sky. But daddy was one step ahead of him. He pointed a handgun at the back of Caillou's head. "Any last words, punk?", he said as the cocked the pistol. "Yah…" Caillou faintly replied, "Tell Grandma I said hello" Caillou promptly kicked backwards and his foot landed right in his father's crotch. The force crushed his testicles to a pulp. Daddy wouldn't be defeated that easily. He started frantically shooting at his demonic son. Caillou used his rip-off Matrix powers to dodge the bullets. He called upon grandma's spirit and was granted access to all of Satan's power. His skin turned a scarlet red as his blood began to boil. Horns pierced out of his skull while his toes fused together into hooves. It was official, Caillou was the Devil. He let out a horrific screech and started speaking in ancient form of Arabic. "بوريس أندرسون ، لقد تم الحكم عليك. روحك قد حكم عليها بالدينونة الأبدية." his voice boomed. Daddy reached for the Bible and started chanting, "May the power of Christ compel you! Demon be gone!" A beam of light struck Caillou, weakening him. He used his hellfire to burn the book, then focused on daddy. He stuck the ground with his hoove, splitting the earth beneath them. An ominous red glow was illuminating the hole. Gruesome hands started to grab at his father. They pulled him down further into the chasm. Daddy was being dragged down to the pits of hell. He looked up at his son one last time and yelled, "Caillou how could you do this to me! We're family!" Caillou knew he was lying, he had found the adoption papers. He took a look at himself in the mirror, noticing his hooves and horns. He hopped into the portal right before it closed, accepting his role as the Prince of Darkness. The ground resealed itself, leaving the world with two less murderers.
Grandma's last wish had been granted. The End.