They walked into Walmida-Mart and James and Eddie headed to the toys section while heather took off to the tampon isle. "So James, who do YOU think did it?" They passed by Claudia standing on top of one of the sales racks screaming about how she hates life and all of these mother f-ers will pay when she gets blood all over their clothes. "I don't know. Maybe it was that guy that works at Neely's. He did say once that he didn't like watermelon."

"Hey look!" Eddie said. They were standing in the grocery section of the store where they kept all the melon types. "More watermelon than stars! I didn't know this was a Super Walmida-Mart!"

"Hey guys!" Came a mysterious voice from behind. Both men turned around to see Angela standing there smiling.

"Hey, Angela! How are you?" James asked. He was about to go up to give her a hug but saw the knife she usually carried and stopped. "G-good to see you. cough"

"Angela, how do you feel about watermelon?" Eddie asked.

"I love watermelon. Why?"

"Just asking. So James, who do you think did it? See you later, Angela."

Angela smiled and waved "Bye guys." As James and Eddie turned around Angela's eyes started to gloss over and while they were walking away she ran past screaming and laughing like a wild woman. When they turned around every single watermelon had been cut into pieces. Juice was flying everywhere and seeds were laying on the floor and stuck to the ceiling. Two sales clerks with mops quickly ran up and started mopping up the mess while two more started putting up "do not cross" tape. "Who keeps doing that?" One of the clerks asked the other that just stood there shrugging.

"...I have no idea, Eddie!" James said as they turned around and walked on.

Meanwhile...

"Hm... super absorbent or overnight?"

"Hey Heather!" Came another random voice from behind her.

"JESUS! Uh.. Hi, Vincent... VINCENT! GET AWAY FROM ME! I already told you! The restraining order is still in effect until the 24th." Heather said backing away from him slowly.

"It IS the 24th, Heather... Why won't you just date me? I'm not THAT much older than you. We'd have a wild time..." Vincent was walking closer and closer to her and twitching a little. "Come on.. one date! Just let me buy you a drink!"

"Look, Vincent... My idea of a wild time isn't exac-" Heather turned and ran down the isle as fast as she could. Vincent pulled up in a wheelchair next to her.

"We don't have to keep fighting like this, Heather. Just give in. You know you want this."

All of a sudden techno music started playing, Heather was stopped dead in her tracks, and Vincent was standing in front of her dancing in a speed-o. Girls were screaming in the background and disco lights were flashing.

"WHOO VINCENT! TAKE IT OFF!" Screamed a distant voice.

"Oh my god! That is disgusting! You're...EH!" Heather ran up to Eddie and James who were both staring at Vincent evilly.

"Don't come near her again or I'll... hit you with a brick!" James said.

"Yeah! Got it?" Eddie said in a pathetically threatening voice.

"You guys know that you're just jealous because all these women want my hot body." He pointed at the crowd of women standing near by flipping through magazine articles and checking out sale's prices. "yeah, they want me... Didn't you hear the screams. Somebody told me to 'take it off'! Didn't you hear!"

"Yeah, that was me." James said, still glaring at Vincent. "Shoo! Go on now!" He waved his hands as if he were shooing away a puppy who was following him around. Vincent started to cry and ran away screaming about how some day him and Heather will marry and make beautiful babies.

Heather smiled and put her arm around James' shoulders "Thank you, you gu-"

"Huh?"

"I said thank yo-"

"What's that?"

Heather sighed, "Thanks."

"No problem. Did you find any clues?" Eddie asked.

"No, all I found was that no store in this world carries Pearl anymore!"

"Duh! Only oysters carry those!" James said mater-of-factly.

"What about you guys. Anything at all that could remotely point to anybody being the psycho who's killing watermelon?... anybody at all...any clues what so ever..."

James stared at Heather like he was thinking really really hard.. "...nope. Let's go home."