Otis had gotten back from school and had a black eye that Ben was making look better.
"How did you get this?" asked Ben.
"I fell downstairs." said Otis.
"Otis, I know that didn't happen!" said Ben. "Who hit you!"
"Krouser Krebbs!" shouted Otis.
"Don't yell at me!" shouted Ben. "...Just...just go to your room."
Later.
Ben was taking Otis to fish.
"Daddy, what are we doing?" asked Otis.
"Fishing." said Ben. "My dad took me fishing when I was your age."
"Oh, cool!" said Otis.
The lines were ready.
Ben held his fishing pole steady. He looked over and Otis was swinging his fishing pole every which way. Ben just smiled and said:
"Otis, you don't do it like that!" he said in a laughing tone. "Watch me. Just lift. It's like the hands of a clock. Ten and two. Ten and two."
But Otis wasn't paying attention, he hit his dad in the face with the pole.
"Ow!" said Ben.
Then again.
"Ow!" he said once more. "Just lift toward two o'clock and...ow...ow."
Otis's line wrapped around Ben's legs and made him fall into the water.
Otis climbed onto Ben's chest.
"You little fisherman!" Ben said in a joking tone.
They laughed for a little bit until Ben heard a growl.
"Otis, get into a tree!" shouted Ben, fearfully.
Otis did so and Jason jumped out of the grass.
Ben grabbed Jason by the throat and looked up to Otis.
"Close your eyes." said Ben.
So, Otis closed his eyes.
"Goodnight." Ben said to Jason, choking him.
He fell motionless to the ground.
"Come on, Otis." said Ben. "Let's go home."
As Otis and Ben walked away, a mysterious hooded figure checked Jason for pulse.
2014.
Otis closed a book.
"And that's the way it was before 2006. See you."
THE END...UNTIL THE MOVIE...OR WILL IT BE?