House of Pudershmit
The Griffin family drove over to the Pudershmit house on a rainy night. The car was quiet except for Peter who was humming 'Ding Dong the Witch is Dead!' "Will you stop humming that song Peter! Show some respect for my father before he dies," snapped Lois. Peter was quiet but there was still a smile on his face. As for the occupants in the back they were having their own feud.
"I said I'm sorry Meg," said Leeman, Meg was still giving him the silent treatment. She was angry with him but it was slowly steaming down. She should have known that her mother would try to tempt her boyfriend after all she had done it before yet that still didn't excuse him selling her out to the damned. At least he's making up for it, said a small reasonable voice in her head. She turned and looked at Leeman. In the Abarat he had violate eyes but here they were just dots on round white circles. Meg sighed, "I know honey, I know," she said holding his hand.
"So does this mean you forgive me?"
"Yes and once this is over I would like to find a way back to the Abarat."
"You don't like it here?"
"I hate it here, I'm the outcast in this place and I feel this place isn't real."
"You know the Abarat isn't safe."
"And neither is here."
The car fell silent once they parked on the driveway with an illegal Mexican servant ready to greet them. "Good evening Mr. Griffin and family. Mr. Pudershmit is expecting you." Earlier Lois called her father that they were coming over to stay for a day or two to bomb the house from bedbugs. "Well, that's what you get for having a lazy ass husband. Ok, you can come over," was all he said on the phone.
The Pudershmit house was more like a mansion. It took them 10 minutes just to get to the living room were Mr. Pudershmit in a red chair by the fire. Peter looked serious but he was jumping up and down like an excited kid on Christmas morning. The deal was for Mr. Pudershmit say his own name. "Hi Mr. Pudershmit!" His Father-in-law didn't say anything back, only looked at his daughter.
"So you got….what the hell is that?" asked Mr. Pudershmit, gazing at Leeman in horror. This was an emotion that was commonly associated with him but that was not what got Leeman burst into rage. Mr. Pudershmit saw a cockroach walking by his path squishing it without any remorse. "That…was….a….Blattella germanica," hissed Leeman the words repeating each time through his three mouths.
"What?" said Mr. Pudershmit, it was too much for Leeman to take. Immediately he attacked Pudershmit, banging his head against the wall. "He…was…only….a….teenager!" he screamed as the family tried to pry him off of Pudershmit.
"Get this monster off me!"
"Say your name and he will," said Peter grinning from ear to ear.
"What?"
"Just say it!" they said in unison.
"Alrightalrightalright! It's Henry Pudershmit, you happy!"
"Oh yes we are," said Pinz with his minions behind them. Pudershmit backed away to the bookcase with disbelief.
"No…that's not possible. You guys can't take me, I gave you Hitler."
"And I enjoy him immensely but since your daughter sold you out we have to take you beyond the limits and yady yada. So you have no choice but to come with us."
"Over my dead body!" said Pudershmit, removing a book from the bookcase. The case moved to the right opening to a blue light were Pudershmit jumped into. Everyone, including the Cenobites stared at the opening and said in unison, "Oh fuck!"