"Hey, Dad! Dad, I'm home!" Stevie cried as she shut the door. It was 8 at night, and she had been blowing off steam at the stables. "I guess he isn't home…but his car is here…" She walked up the creaky stairs to her Dad's small room. No sign of him. She entered his office, which used to be Stevie's room. He wasn't there, either. "Stupid Dad…just because Stevie isn't here doesn't mean that he HAS NO KIDS!" She punched the wall next to where Steven's bed had been. "D, Stevie… why'd you have to go and die on us…?" she sobbed. She rubbed her fist and left her deceased brother's room. Stevie then heard the door shut. She ran down the stairs and met her father face-to-face. "Steffie, I…was with Claudia…I took her car…" Stevie was about to yell at her father, but when she met his eye, she saw what she hadn't seen in a year-Steven. She hugged her father tightly and sobbed. And Steven Sr. sobbed with her. And up in heaven, Steven Jr. smiled; he was happy to see his sister and father weren't fighting for once.
Carole exhaled as Hillenburg took the cuffs off her wrists. "Thank you, Officer Griffith!" she moaned (sarcastically no less). "YOU BRAT! Why I oughta…!" Hillenburg raised his fist, but Murray grabbed it. "Hillenburg…" "Alright, I get it, geez!" Hillenburg tucked his fist back into his pocket. "So, can I go home now?" Carole asked as she jumped off the chair she had been on. She headed to the door, but Murray stopped her. "NO! You're a convict charged with man slaughter, of course you can't leave!" he cried as he thrusted her back into the chair. "Now you're gonna sit there QUIETLY and you're gonna like it!" Murray threw Hillenburg a key. "Those are for the cuffs if you need 'em. I need to get a Moolatte…" With that, Murray slammed the door and headed off to Starbucks.
Lisa woke up. It was midnight, or so her watch said. "Man, am I a deep sleeper or what?" she asked herself. As she put her pajamas on, she heard something being thrown around downstairs. She tiptoed to the living room quietly and saw… "Oh my gosh! VERONICA!" Lisa whispered frantically. Veronica had Lisa's mom pinned to a corner. "Tell me where she is!" she screamed. "Tell me where Lisa is!" Lisa slapped her head. "That's Veronica for you, a mindless freak o' nature!" Mrs. Atwood sank down towards the floor. "Why? What the h do you want with my daughter!?" she yelled back. Veronica pulled out a knife. "The money Max was given is to be handed out to Rider-of the-Month. AND LISA IS RIDER-OF THE-MONTH!" Veronica slammed the knife into the wall, right above Mrs. Atwood's head. "AND I NEED THAT MONEY, D!"
"Well, Mr. Lake, I can tell you that his chance to live is pretty grim," Dr. Shih-Tzu said. Stephanie's dad was discussing what had happened to Stevie with the doctor while Stephanie waited outside the room. "Doctor, mate, please tell me what the heck happened to my son already!" Mr. Lake pleaded. Dr. Shih-Tzu sighed and nodded. "Well…we received a call from a young man named Douglas Finch that his friend had been pressured into an alcohol drinking contest. Your son Steven won, as I was told, by consuming 15 cans of beer in a row." Mr. Lake turned pale. "Doug and Stevie…drinking?" he asked himself. The doctor continued. "We rushed over to the place where Steven was said to be and brought him here as quick as possible, but…" Dr. Shih-Tzu wiped his brow nervously. "His liver was damaged by the alcohol. There's only a slim chance that he'll live." Stephanie, who had been listening, fell to the floor and ran to Stevie's room. She had to be there…to say goodbye.
Stevie turned off her PS2. She had just had a long talk with her dad about the death of Steven. She switched the TV off Audio Video 3 and settled on her bed. Her favorite show, Saved By the Bell(:P), was on. One of the main characters was singing a song that reminded her of a song Steven had taught her. "Stevie…why can't I remember anything you taught me?!" She fell back on her bed and sighed. "And why aren't you still here to teach me?" She soon cried herself to sleep.
Veronica was smashed against the wall. "Don't you EVER threaten my mother again! NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER (another joke no one will get!)!" Lisa screamed. Veronica's lip bled violently as she trembled. "Vut? I did NOT threaten your mudder! A DiAngelo would NEVER be caught doing dat!" Veronica whined, blood gushing from her mouth. Lisa grabbed the knife that her mother had fainted under and stabbed Veronica's hand to the wall. Veronica screamed in pain as Lisa pulled the knife out. "Don't give me that crud! If you want that god-forsaken money, you'll have to go through me, for god's sake!" Lisa yelled. Veronica began to cry, as if they were two preschoolers again.