A few days after Julia recovered from her pansy coma side effects, she was hyper and cheerful as always. Elliot saw her skipping giddily away from the clinic, her mother trailing her and looking at her daughter as if she needed to be in a mental home.
Elliot smiled. Well, at least Julia's my mental case.
Then he saw Banana, sweet, perfect Banana, one of his noodly tentacles burying Julia's lips.
Elliot nearly screamed. He was being schooled by a mop.
What a sad life.
Poor guy.
Or not, because at that moment an ugly scheme of revenge formed in his mind.

That night, Julia hot glued her lips to Banana's (one would think that mops don't have lips but... ah, well. I digress...).
Her mother's reaction was terrible.
"JULIA, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU NAUGHTY IDIO- SWEET, INNOCENT DAUGHTER?" Mirabelle screamed.
"Ah ho oo un mah lis oo anana's," Julia replied through mopness.
"Julia, sweetie, that's nasty, dear... Get it off," Mirabelle responded disgustedly.
Julia gave a screech. "O!"
Mirabelle reeled. "Oka... oh, what am I going to do with you?" She left hurriedly, unable to stand being with her daughter any longer.
Julia giggled flirtatiously at Banana.

"All right, lil' lady." Gannon took hold of Banana that night while Julia drooled on her couch. "This might hurt a bit, but it's for the better."
He ripped off Banana.
"Don't take my pony, dear Johnny! It'll poop on the carpet!" Julia shrieked, still asleep. Then she smiled and tittered. "Good thing it tastes like chocolate rainbows and pretty pudding."
Gannon shuddered, tentatively set Banana down, and fled, screaming.
It was not the most beautiful thing one could see.

It was midnight (note to aspen: or should it be 12 in the afternoon? XD) before Elliot silently (hehehe... maayybee not so silently) broke into Mirabelle and Julia's home, taking care not to tread on the creaky floor. The floor obviously hated him and he managed to step on the creakiest spots. He hissed at it, told it heatedly to be quiet, and stomped on it for being bad.
It gave the loudest creak he'd ever heard.
"WWHHHOZZERE! THIEF! YOU WILL NEVER TAKE MY HORSEY!"
Suddenly something hot was sprayed in face. He gave a startled scream and fell onto Banana, breaking him in two.
Victory had only just started.
Elliot hid Banana from a still snoring Julia.
"E... Elliot...? What are you doing here? It's past 12 at night." Mirabelle looked guilty, clutching a can of cooking spray.
Elliot straightened, Banana's two pieces tightly clutched in his fist. "Me? Here? No. I was never here. Nice painting. Nice not to be here. Ta ta." Elliot bolted out the door.
Isn't he so subtle?

"Okay, Banana. Say goodbye. Bwahahahaha! So evil!" Elliot cackled. He strapped Banana's two pieces on a huge slingshot and let them fly.
He got so overexcited he fell over the cliff (note 4 aspen: CLIFF! SO... DREAMY...*swoons*), surviving but breaking his collarbone.
"Victory!" he cried weakly.