Now we're going back in time. The introduction was a flash forward so we're going to the beginning now.

QOTD- What are the folds of mitochondria called? (I hate mitochondria)

POV: SABRINA

The house is quiet for once as I open the door, carrying in with me our groceries. I sneak to the kitchen, staying as quiet as possible in the case that my girls are sleeping. To wake them up if they are taking a nap would be such a waste of perfectly good alone time.

As I enter the kitchen, I see the counters are covered in some sort of purple substance that is neither solid nor liquid. I groan and set the food down on the only clean area.

I go to get paper towels out of one of our cabinets to clean up the mess, wondering who did this and what I would do to make their lives miserable for the next few days, but when I pull on the handle, I see a little monkey-like creature sitting in the roll of paper towels. It is munching on some of the goop and for a few seconds I stand there, shocked by what I see.

Then the animal hisses at me and scream and slam the door on it. Hearing my yell, Emma and Alison rush down the stairs to see what happened.

As I push on the doors to keep the monkey from escaping, Emma doubles over in laughter while Alison looks distastefully at the substance caking the counter.

"Who did this?"

I demand, sticking a ladle through the handles, thus locking the cabinet.

Knowing Alison, I take her off of my suspect list immediately, I turn to Emma.

"Emma, what happened?"

She raises her hands and denies her role in any shenanigans.

"Why are you asking me? Alison could've done it!"

I look at her with raised eyebrows. "It was your father wasn't it?"

Her eyes grow wide and she looks at me like I've got supernatural powers.

She stammers, "H-how did you know that?"

I groan and send the girls upstairs. Picking up the phone on the wall, I dial Puck's number, fully ready to decapitate him when he answered… he didn't.

Slamming the phone onto the wall, I take one of our towels from the linen closet and use it to clean the counters. I dare not open the monkey prison until Puck comes home.

It's late in the afternoon, nearing seven o'clock, when I finish cleaning. The substance wasn't easy to pick off and I had stained my work dress with it in at least five places.

When I put the last towel in the washing machine, I sit down at the table just to remember the groceries.

"Oh snap!"

Quickly, I take the bags to the kitchen and take out the food. The milk is warm and the ice cream is melted over everything. I salvage what I can and put the rest into the trash can.

After a long day at work, I wonder why I cannot just relax a little bit. I don't even need that much time, just a few minutes before something goes wrong.

With everything put away and clean, I sigh and recline in my chair, clicking on the TV. Just as I get into the mood, the front door bursts open and Puck whizzes past me and into the kitchen, leaving behind him a trail of monkey's like the one in the cabinet.

I hear him let out a horrifying yelp. I twist in the chair to look at him. He is staring at the clean kitchen as though it was the devil.

"What did you do?!" He yells at me accusingly.

I stand up to face him, carefully putting the chair between his little creatures and me.

"What did I do? I cleaned up the mess you made!"

"Stink head, do you not see how you have destroyed my glorious work?" he shouts to me as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have weird monkeys and goop over everything.

Anger rises up in me.

"Don't talk to me like that buster! You can't just leave messes like that everywhere and expect me to leave it like that! If I left every disgusting thing you did where it was, our house would be a pigsty! What are those monkeys anyway?"

"Monkeys," He looks at me like I'm an idiot. I think the monkeys are too, "these are not monkeys! They are schnubdubs and they are-" He stops talking and turns toward the locked cabinet.

"You locked Henry away?"

"Henry? Like my dad? Don't go naming these things after people. It's offensive to anyone!"

"You're offensive to anyone!" He shouted back, taking and cradling the schnubdub from the cabinet.

"Whatever, just clean up the mess and get those monkeys out of here." I say resigned.

There is no point in fighting with him; he's so stubborn and stupid that arguing just makes him dig his heels in more. I go through the sliding doors to the backyard to settle down again. Grabbing my journal, I begin to write about today's events.

Some time goes by and my stomach begins to growl. I realize that Alison and Emma must be hungry too by now and I go inside to fix something for dinner.

When I come into the house, an overwhelming smell takes me over. Cautiously, I enter the dining room where I hear my family. Emma and Puck are pigging out on some sort of fishy smelling stuff while Alison is holding her nose and trying to put some of it down her throat.

She places a bit of it onto her tongue but turns green and spits it out. Puck looks up from his plate; food smeared over the bottom half of his face and starts to talk with his undigested food resting pleasantly on his tongue.

"Want some?" He holds his plate out to me.

I don't.

"No thanks. What is that?" I ask, the prior fight forgotten. There are no schnubdubs around, so I figure he put them back where they came from.

Emma is the one to talk this time. She at least swallows before talking.

"Daddy says that it's a recipe Great Granny Relda taught him!"

Figures. I look at whatever is on my children's plates and I think I see a tuft of fur coming out from one.

"And what is this dish called?"

I get a sick feeling in my stomach and I think I may not want to know, but it's too late.

"Schnubdub casserole."

I run for the bathroom.