Author's Note: We know you all missed your regular doses of Angry Old Man Predators, so here you are! The return of Glaw and Torkel! You're welcome.

Disclaimer: We don't have predators in our attics. Due to not having any attics.

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Clean Up, Clean Up, Everybody, Everywhere!

Spring had come to the small house at the end of the gravel road. Jerry popped his back, taking in his work in the garden with pride. Green shoots sprouted up everywhere, sparkling with the water he had just given them. The vegetables would be wonderful come fall. Joe would have a field day with them. Looking around, he saw all of his comrades at various tasks.

Larry was working on beating the dust out of the rugs from the house. Old fashioned, maybe, but worth it. Joe was busily washing the windows of the second floor, singing loudly and badly along to the radio on the porch. Even George and little Becky were pitching in. Rebecca was cleaning their one car, scrubbing all the caked on road dirt from it, occasionally spraying the others with the hose, giggling her girlish giggle. George was carefully polishing all the silver in the house with delicate rubs, clearly focused on his task.

Jerry smiled. Nothing like a good spring cleaning. And Becky had a concert coming up in a few days. Recorder, or something like that at the school. As he looked around the yard, the only one he didn't see was Sushi. The Japanese man had still not told them his name, so he remained Sushi in the minds of the others. Jerry set his trowel down, before going in the house. Just before he entered, George glowered at him.

"Don't you walk on those nice, clean floors with your dirty boots, boy. Understand?"

Rolling his eyes, Jerry sat in a rocking chair and carefully unlaced his boots, before walking inside in his stocking feet. Peering around, he could see the signs of cleaning all around the small farm house. Even the kitchen had been reorganized, thanks to Joe.

Jerry went through every room of the house, even the basement and Becky's room. Nothing. Finally, he opened the hall closet and found a small pile of dust underneath the door to the attic. He knew Becky had cleaned the closet earlier today. Pulling on the cord, the small stairs dropped from the ceiling, revealing an opening into the attic. He sighed and pulled his creaking joints up the stairs.

The attic wasn't a dark place. It had two large windows on either side and a few string bulbs hung throughout the space. Peering around, he saw the trail of disturbed dust roaming around the attic space. They had been saving this task for last, since this was where all their possessions went to hide. Following the trail, it ended at a small trunk. He stared at it, confused.

Suddenly, shouts and banging came from the trunk and Jerry jumped back nearly a foot, before recognizing the voice.

"Sushi? You in the trunk?"

More noises.

"Right, taking that as a yes."

Carefully, Jerry unlatched the trunk and opened it. Out popped an irate Japanese man, yelling and waving his hands about. Jerry shook his head.

"Sushi. Why are you in the trunk? Or in the attic at all? You have a room."

Sushi glared, lifting his chin. "Too noise. Come away until gone. Trip."

Jerry nodded. "I see. Well, you want to come down, then? I'm sure there's something you could do to help out. Uh… I need help with the flower beds. Weeding and the like."

Jerry turned to leave and Sushi paused. Jerry carefully lowered himself down the steep stairs, not pausing to see if the man was following. Finally, Sushi sniffed and grudgingly followed. He couldn't stand doing nothing while others were busy. It was not in his nature.

Going outside, Jerry got Sushi a trowel, some gloves, and a broad brimmed hat. As Sushi suited up, Jerry led him to a flower patch by the house. Nodding, Sushi began to work, before Jerry put a hand on his shoulder. Sushi snarled, trying to shake his hand off.

Jerry gripped harder. "Listen up. See where all the red flowers are throughout the yard?"

Nodding, Sushi peered around suspiciously.

"Good. Now, NEVER touch the red flowers. Ever."

Sushi stopped, staring at the serious, dark face of Jerry, before nodding slowly.

"No touch. Fine. Why?"

"I'll explain later. It's for a good reason, I promise."

At that point, Rebecca stuck her head around the corner of the house. "A REALLY good reason! Serious!"

Sushi scowled as she vanished, and attacked the weeds with a vigor he usually saved for his worst enemies. Jerry returned to his vegetables. Thinking, he wondered when Glaw and Torkel would be coming by again.

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Torkel was busy polishing his favorite skull. It had a gorgeous shape, perfectly oblong, with all the teeth still in. With a pleased sigh, he placed it just so on his trophy case. He had been busy cleaning his part of the ship, though there was much to go. Leaving his quarters, he went in search of his companion, in desperate need of some help to clean the kitchen area. He didn't even know things could grow in that color on plates.

Glaw was at the computers, catching up on some messages. Torkel marched in, tapping his shorter companion on the shoulder. Glaw looked up, a frown on his face. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

"What do you want?"

"I need your help in the kitchen!"

"Why? You know I don't cook."

"Not for cooking! Cleaning! It's spring cleaning time!"

"…What?"

Sniffing, Torkel grabbed his friend and dragged him off. "Everything needs a good cleaning around here! What if we bring Re'be'ka on the ship? It must be clean! Also, you really need to polish your trophies more. They look… Yellow."

Glaw yanked his arm away. "They do not! And if you've messed with them, so help me, I will end you! They are hanging just so, and if you mess with them, you'll ruin it!"

"I would not! Besides, they're YOUR job to clean! Now put on some gloves and get scrubbing!"

With muttered curses, Glaw obeyed, still uncertain as to why Oomans only cleaned in the spring on their planet.

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End Author's Note: Spring cleaning, woo! We don't do that. We clean everything when someone's mother is coming over…