Drunken Hamster: Well, Bill and Jill are the only Freaks she's really attached to at the moment.

Anonymous Guy: Isn't it obvious where that was taken from?

Korrasami 88: Here's the response!

Antha1: Yeah, Yellowjacket would never forgive Bill if he did that. As for the three zombies, I kind of wanted to get back to them since I didn't want people to forget about them.

Al Drin Hoshizora: If you can what?

I am a burglar: Try something.

Donovan Black: Moving on...

Gloyd Orangeboar and Creamy Buttercap: Okay, sorry if this isn't the case: are you two the same person? I mean, you seem to review at around the same time as each other quite a bit.

The Batista: I have no idea what you mean.


Never in Bill or Jill's wildest dreams did they think they'd one day find themselves having dinner with two zombies.

Bill, Jill, Yellowjacket and Blackjacket sat at a dinner table in a lower section of the apartment. However, the only one eating was Yellowjacket.

Bill sat, his arm folded across his chest and a stony glare in his eyes as he kept his stare on Blackjacket, who sat absentmindedly on the opposite side of the edge of the table. He was staring off into space, as usual. The only movement was when he raised his arm to scratch at the back of his head. Bill narrowed his eyes at him.

Jill sat on the other side of the table, parallel with Yellowjacket, awkwardly tapping the table with her fingers. Her eyes shifted from each of the three other people at the table.

Yellowjacket was munching away at her plate of roasted meat. Bill and Jill had figured that animal meat would be a satisfying substitute to human meat for a zombie. Apparently, they were correct, as Yellowjacket was tearing away at it joyously. She'd jam her fist into it, tear a scrap of meat off, shoving it into her mouth vigorously, before repeating the process again. She seemed to be oblivious to the obvious hostility being omitted between her parents and the zombie boy sitting a few feet away from her.

Bill and Jill were almost envious at their daughter's joy that they weren't sharing at the moment. The only thing on their mind was why were they having dinner with two zombies?

Whatever they were to think of it, one thing that was for certain was that it was surprisingly uneventful. Jill had to whistle just to have some sense of entertainment. Blackjacket flicked his nose briefly. Bill sighed.

The silence was briefly disrupted when the three heard the sound of Yellowjacket gagging. They turned to her to see the blonde zombie, her head thrown back as she started violently coughing and choking. Before either of the two could do anything, Yellowjacket's head whipped forward as she let out one final cough, and a rather large bone was ejected from her throat and clattered onto the floor, covered in drool.

Bill and Jill stared at the bone, then cringed. They then turned to Yellowjacket, and were surprised to see that she was totally recovered from the ordeal, and was back to ravaging the chicken on her plate. However, she had practically finished it. With a pout, Yellowjacket smacked the plate off the table and into a nearby wall, then suddenly reached forward, grabbed Bill's steak, and pulled it towards her.

"Hey, Riley, that's my one decent meal-" Bill started, but was cut off when Yellowjacket unexpectedly peeled her lips back and hissed at him before proceeding to rip at his steak. Bill opened his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it and continued to fold his arms.

"So, what's your name?" Blackjacket asked Yellowjacket. The girl turned to him, a large piece of steak hanging from her mouth. The steak dropped from her mouth as she said, "Yellowjacket."

Bill and Jill sighed, somewhat frustrated that she was still using that name rather than her real one.

Blackjacket blinked in confusion. "What yellow jacket?" He asked.

"Hm?" Yellowjacket responded in confusion, then she looked down at what she was wearing, and her eyes widened in shock as she realized that she wasn't wearing her trademark yellow jacket. It was only now that she realized that she was dressed in a completely different attire. She looked to Bill and Jill for explanations.

"Well, we kind of... took it off... when we gave you a bath for the first time," Jill admitted. Yellowjacket shut her eyes for a second, and when she opened them, they had a clear look of confusion.

"Is that why I smell funny?" She asked, shrinking down a bit.

"You smell normal," Bill said in an attempt to comfort her.

"I smell like a Freak," She said. She then got up and bitterly stormed out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Bill and Jill stared at the door for a few moments, then turned back to stare at Blackjacket, who shrugged. Bill took the opportunity to reach for his steak.

Suddenly, the door opened again and Yellowjacket walked back inside.

"I'm taking this," She said, snatched up the steak, then quickly exited the room.

"...Aw," Bill said sullenly.


(In Bill's Mind)

"I still don't know why there's a zombie boy in my apartment," Anger said, rubbing his temple in frustration.

Hoping to lighten the situation, Joy pointed out, "But it's not just any zombie boy. It's. . . uh, what was his name again?"

"Riley said it was Blackjacket," Sadness recalled. Snapping his fingers, Joy said, "Yeah, we'll call him that."

"Oh great, just what we need," Disgust said sarcastically. "A teenage boy in the house."

Joy shrugged. "Well, we can't just kick him out," He mumbled out. "Riley says she remembers him. Maybe, if she remembers him, and then remembers us, she'll remember that we're her parents, and everything will go back to normal!"

The every other emotions turned to stare at him in disbelief.

". . . Seriously?" Anger said, agitated.

Joy shrunk down under the stairs.

"It was just a thought," He said, shrugging.