Jerry stood there at the little kiosk waiting for the woman to give them their clubs and balls. He wondered how the hell Lilith ever talked him into taking her and Ed's vampling miniature golfing while Adam and Peter got the other three. Oh, that's right. If her and Ed didn't have a date tonight, he could forget about his ranks being replenished. He turned to Pina who stood there sucking her thumb.

"Are you all set to play some miniature golf?" he asked her.

"Yes, Gampa! Play minster golf!" she said happily, thumb still in mouth. Jerry smirked. He loved how she couldn't say all the words in her sentences. He handed her, her putter and a red ball. "No red, purple ball," she said. "I don't want red ball, I want purple ball."

"Okay, okay," said Jerry turning back to the woman. "Hold on."

Pina stood behind him babbling about wanting a purple ball and not a red ball. Peter walked by. "I even told Charlie I didn't do mini golf!" he groaned. "Gonna kill Adam!"

Holding Peter's hand was Laura, Pina's twin. She held a purple ball. "Look sissy!" she giggled. Pina tried to grab the ball but Peter yanked Laura away.

Pina stomped her feet and rolled her head back and screamed. She fell to the ground and began pounding it with her fists, screaming for a purple ball. Jerry hurried over to the crying vampling, giving her a purple ball. "Calm down okay?" he asked her. She sniffed and nodded and he planted a kiss on her head.

Pina kissed the ball. "It's not red, it's purple!" she said happily. "And it's all mine!"

"Let's play," said Jerry leading the way to the first hole.

"I'm gonna hit the purple ball down the hole, gampa!" cheered Pina. "I will watch me!"

They got to the first hole. A gingerbread house. "Okay, Pina, you place your ball here and hit into the door," said Jerry as he placed his ball on the tee mound and swung. It went right in and he got a hole in one. "Your turn."

Pina took several taps of the ball before it went into the house. When it came out, she still had a ways before it'd see the rim of the hole. Again, she tapped the ball closer to the hole, wearing Jerry thin. When it got in the hole, Jerry drug Pina to the second hole. A windmill.

Jerry hit his ball down the ramp but didn't get a hole in one. He wanted while his granddaughter tap her ball down the ramp. Once both balls were by the hole, they went to them. Jerry got a hole in two. "Hit your ball real hard," said Jerry to Pina.

Pina smacked her ball. It bounced off the rocks and hit Jerry in the crotch. He fell backwards while Pina's ball rolled into the hole. "Congrats, Pina, looks like you'll never have an aunt!" After an hour, they came to the 18th hole. "This is the last hole, Pina."

She set the ball on the tee mound. "Now this time, the ball doesn't come back," said Jerry before Pina hit her ball.

Pina looked up at Jerry. "Ball no come back?"

"Nope," said Jerry. "Now say bye bye to the nice ball."

She sniffed as she said her goodbye and hit her ball down the ramp. She hugged Jerry's legs and cried. Peter sat in his car as Laura cried over her ball. "This is why I hate mini golf!" he growled