A/N: Creature Teacher is the personification of a Series 2000 story. I always describe it as THE S2K Story because it uses all of the elements that make S2K a special series and combines it into one dark, disgusting, creepy, yet balanced and humorous story.

So here's my attempt of adding a little lore to the iconic Mrs. Maaargh and giving my take on Paul Perez's aftermath. Also in my head-canon he's Hispanic. I just feel it's right.

Camping With A Creature

"I'm not kidding," groaned Marv, kneeling over and putting his hand on Paul's shoulder. "I'm really hungry."

Paul Perez grimaced, his brown eyes full of fright. "You're joking, right? Marv, are you really gonna e-e-eat me?"

Marv just stared blankly at him.

"I taste absolutely horrible," added Paul nervously, trying to crack a joke perhaps to put him to sleep too. "You wouldn't want to eat me. Plus I'm nearly all bone because I'm skinny-"

Marv smiled. "Paul, you're my friend. I'm not gonna eat ya. It just hurts my stomach when I'm hungry. I'm a monster."

Paul's eyes now were filled with shock. "Really? You won't?"

"No," said Marv Maaargh, as an easy grin crack across his large face. "In fact, I'm gonna help you get home."

"You are?" asked Paul still in shock.

"I am." promised Marv. "Besides, there's food in the woods I could eat."

"Let's get out of here then, amigo." decided Paul with a smile, putting his hand on his new friend's shoulder.

"That means friend right?" asked Marv in his monotone voice. For Paul, even when Marv seemed to be nice it was very hard to read him.

"Yeah it does." replied Paul nodding.

Marv smiled from the corner of his abnormal mouth, and stepping over the hibernating carcass of the monstrous and hideous Ms. Maaargh, he guided Paul through the furnace room back to the trapdoor.

"Hold on," said Marv. Marv pounced high in the air, and crashed through the doors and jumped back down.

"Woah..." breathed Paul shakily. But that's all he could say. Marv then latched to Paul, and with one more quick jump upwards he and Paul were back on the stage of the auditorium.

"Can you warn me next time before you do something like that?" shrieked Paul, dusting himself off.

"Sorry," said Marv flatly. "Let's go."

"Where's everyone else?" asked Paul as he and Marv walked through the aisle of the empty auditorium.

"Home," answered Marv. "When mom picks her victim, she sends everyone home until she's ready again. No witnesses, no trace."

"So we're just here all by ourselves?" asked Paul in shock.

"Yep," replied Marv. "But we're gonna leave and be out in the woods pretty soon. Then there's a small town on the other side that's far, but you can call your parents when you get there."

"It sounds like a long journey," sighed Paul. "We'll need shelter and how do we get past the electric fence?"

"Mom shuts the fence down on the feeding days. There's some camping stuff out in the big shed behind the school," replied Marv, blankly. "We can grab that. Mom wanted to start up a Summer Camp this summer anyway, she'll just miss the deadline now I guess."

"And you're just gonna help me?" asked Paul in disbelief. "Even after I fought your mom and put her to sleep?"

"I don't really like what mom does," sighed Marv, as now they were walking down the hall to the back entrance. "I can't make friends because of her. Besides, I don't like eating people. Too salty."

"I guess it's a good thing I'm salty." cracked Paul.

"Paul, try not to make me laugh," demanded Marv flatly. "You'll make me fall asleep too. And I want to help you."

"Sorry," apologized Paul. "That's just how I handle my problems. I try to laugh and joke."

"I wish I could experience that." sighed Marv.

"It's not as special as you think, buddy." replied Paul kindly. "It's just...something I do is all."

Marv cracked a slight smile at being called a buddy. Soon the two were outside at the large white wooden shed behind the Caring Academy.

"Ugh, it's locked." groaned Paul. Surveying the the Master Lock and chain on the handle and latch of the door.

Just as suddenly Paul groaned, Marv revealed his sharp monstrous fangs and tore at the lock and chain savagely, reducing the lock and chain to small metal bits and spitting out bits and pieces of metal.

Wide-eyed, Paul managed to utter a shaky "Th-th-thanks Marv.".

"You're welcome," said Marv, as he opened the shed door revealing all of the camping equipment inside. "Grab what you need. I've never camped before."

"I went camping with my Tio Ricardo before," recalled Paul thoughtfully. "We need a tent, ropes, some food, fire lighters, and sleeping bags."

"There's some big backpacks up there," Marv mentioned, pointing to the tallest shelf. "And...ugh."

Marv's stomach began to growl, this time louder than before.

"Okay. He needs to eat something fast," thought Paul. "That way he doesn't think about eating me."

He looked around the shed, and saw plenty of food to feed campers. He saw plenty of marshmallows, canned beans, canned chili, pepper, salt, and various spices.

"Probably wanting to fatten them up." thought Paul grimly. His eyes shifted around the room again until he saw exactly what he needed.

"Here Marv," said Paul, presenting a bag to his monster friend. "Eat this."

"Beef...jerky?" asked Marv, slowly.

"It's what some campers use when food is hard to find in the woods," explained Paul. "My uncle taught me that."

Marv surveyed the bag with a curious eye. He carefully opened the bag, and sniffed the contents inside. Almost like a shark smelling blood in the water, Marv's eyes dilated and he savagely ripped the bag open with his sharp teeth and devoured every salty and savory piece of jerky instantly, to a shocked looking Paul. Marv made loud smacking noises as he ate and ate, until there was no more.

"Sorry I didn't save you some," blushed Marv. "I was really hungry."

"It's uh-fine!" soothed Paul nervously. "There's more bags here. We'll get our supplies and head into the woods."

After filling their huge backpacks with all kinds of camping equipment, the young boy and the young monster made their way past the gates, into the large woods in front of the Caring Academy.

"So where's the nearest town?" asked Paul, as the two began to trudge through. Sticks and the dry ground crackled under each step the two took.

Marv sniffed the air and then answered and pointed northeastern, "It's at least five or maybe six miles that way."

"That's gonna take a long time through the woods," sighed Paul. "But you're strong enough to carry me right, mi amigo?"

Marv smirked. "Paul, I said no jokes."

"Sorry, I got to get used to that." apologized Paul. "But I think I know what town you're talking about. I remember passing it on the long drive here."

"I guess we should get going then," suggested Marv quietly. "Let's go."

It was a quiet and long walk as the two trudged through the woods. Marv's slicked back, black hair became more matted down with perspiration. Sweat trickled down the boy's heads as they walked and walked. And after battling a monster masquerading as a teacher, and spending weeks on edge from that monster - Mrs. Maaargh's menace, Paul began to feel exhausted as the sun began to set.

"Can we stop here Marv?" asked Paul sounding exhausted.

"Okay," answered Marv, wiping sweat from his abnormal head. "Let's make the tent."

"The ground's gotta be flat and tough to hold it down," Paul explained feeling the ground. He then looked up. "It gets flatter ahead, we can go a few more steps."

Marv stared at Paul with amazement. His small but watery black eyes were wide open in shock. "Mom says people that know about nature are called naturalists. You must be one."

Paul gave Marv an easy smile. "Thanks compadre.".

"Can you teach me?" asked Marv curiously.

"Sure." responded Paul.

Soon enough Paul and Marv were on flat land in the massive woods, and soon their large orange tent was up and ready. Paul and Marv then rolled out two large green sleeping bags and sat down in silence, thinking. Thinking. Thinking.

Paul looked over to Marv who looked back to him, as to say "What?".

"Marv, why does your mom want to eat kids?" asked Paul, curiously. "She eats animals! And ate all of the class pets! Isn't that enough?"

Marv sighed. "Mom once had a friend. His name was Eugene Mortman. A fellow monster."

Paul went pale, his worst nightmare flashed in his mind once again. More monsters actually exist.

"There's more monsters out there?" asked Paul, his voice sounding dry.

"Yes," replied Marv, plainly. "Mr. Mortman got eaten. Because some girl caught him and wouldn't leave him alone, until he eventually decided to try to eat her family. But it turns out the family were all monsters."

Paul felt as though he was going to faint. He clasped his head. "I don't understand -"

"Mom found out that Mortman went into their house and did not come out. When she went to the library to check on him, he wasn't there." explained Marv.

"How did they find out it was a kid's fault?" asked Paul, listening intently.

"Mr. Mortman called my mom for advice on Lucy," recalled Marv. "That was her name. Lucy. She was in his reading program when she saw him change into a monster. She drove Mr. Mortman crazy."

"I take it she would choose Animorphs over something like Othello." cracked Paul, snickering at his own joke.

"Paul." grunted Marv, rolling his black eyes.

"Sorry it's how I deal with being nervous. I can't help it." apologized Paul.

"Anyway, he didn't want to eat her at first. Truthfully." Marv told him. His eyes grew a little sad. "But she kept bothering him and spying. Mom was a good monster, but she always was curious about humans and their taste. So she told him to eat her at the library to stop the suspicion."

"Ay dios mio..." breathed Paul.

"Crazy, huh?" asked Marv.

"So she got away, and I guess he got invited over so her parents could say they're sorry?" pondered Paul.

"Yeah, and that's when Lucy's family must've eaten him or something," said Marv solemnly. "He told mom, he was going to Lucy's house to finish it all, but when he didn't call back, Mom put it together that he got killed."

"How did she know they were monsters too?" wondered Paul, scratching the top of his buzz-cut head.

"Mom did some snooping one night," responded Paul slowly. "She tracked his scent to their house, and peaking through a window she saw the parents teaching Lucy how to transform."

"I take it you found all of this out by listening to your mom's calls." snarked Paul.

"Oh I listen to her calls all of the time," shrugged Marv. "I have nothing else to do but read encyclopedias and watch television at my house."

Paul felt a small tinge of sorrow for Marv. His mother was an evil monster who provided no fun for the poor young monster while she preyed upon children to eat. Paul's sorrow got interrupted by a thought.

"But why eat people? Why did they eat him?" asked Paul, who was disgusted at the thought.

"There's two types of monsters," explained Marv. "There's good monsters, and bad monsters. My guess, they thought Eugene was a bad one for tormenting Lucy."

"So why is your mom now a bad one?" quizzed Paul.

"She always loved teaching. But what happened to her friend, made her hate kids more." Marv said, shrugging.

"So now she eats them." added Paul grimly.

"Now she does," put in Marv. "Before she just used to make kids think she would. Now she actually tries to." Marv then looked away in anger. "And I hate it."

"You want to be good monster, don't you?" asked Paul placing his hand gently on Marv's shoulder.

"Yes," replied Marv. "I like people. And I want friends."

"And you don't like that your mom wants to eat kids, that could be your friends?" suggested Paul.

"And its murder," added Marv with a frown. "It's just wrong."

"That really sucks, Marv." sympathized Paul. He then looked up to now seeing a sad looking Marv. A tear slid down his round dark yellow face. "Are you okay, amigo?"

"Yeah I will be," sniffed Marv, wiping his face. "I'm going to run away."

"Where?" asked Paul in shock. "I mean you're a young monster and you still need your mother, right?"

"I heard of a theme park that'll take me in," responded Marv loftily. "Mom calls people that travel with theme parks, carnies. That's what I'll become. I'll have friends that she can't try to eat or scare."

"What's it called?" asked Paul curiously.

"HorrorLand," responded Marv. "I'll be amongst fellow monsters who'll take me in."

Paul looked thoughtfully at Marv, and thought about what words to say tactfully to him. After all, he's still a monster.

"Marv, I suck at giving advice," Paul began solemnly. "But I think your mom might miss you. And it sounds kinda like she might just need you."

Marv looked over to Paul with a serious glare. "Paul you're a good friend, but when a monster makes up their mind - that's that."

Paul sighed. He knew that Marv was telling the truth about when a monster makes up their mind. He was almost eaten by one that made up their mind only a few short hours ago.

"Okay Marv," sighed Paul. "As long as you're happy."

"I will be." declared Marv, balling his fist. Paul thought now it would be tactful to change the subject from serious matters.

"I'm rested enough," declared Paul, standing up in the large tent. "Let's build a fire and eat."

"How so?" asked Marv, curiously.

"I'll show you," answered Paul with a smile. He then motioned to Marv. "Come on, let's go get the stuff."

A few minutes later, as the setting sun caused the blue sky to blend to purple, Paul and Marv returned to their campsite with rocks and sticks. Paul was carrying sticks and Marv's large arms were carrying rocks to build around the campfire.

Within minutes the boy and the young monster had their campfire built and in seconds the two had a roaring fire going.

"And that is how you make a campfire," laughed Paul loftily. "Can you hand me the pot with the black handle?"

Marv obliged and checked his backpack and pulled out the silver and black handle pot, while Paul pulled a can of chili.

"Oh we forgot to pack something to put the pot on," groaned Paul. "I'll have to hold-"

"I'll hold it," said Marv curtly. "Fire doesn't hurt me as much."

"And we forgot the can opener from the kitchen -"

"Leave it to me." Marv said with a serious expression.

Paul handed the cab to Marv and with his sharp teeth he savagely gnawed at the can and pulled the round top off and spat it away.

Paul, who watched in stunned and wide-eyed silence, shook his head quickly and snapped out of his shock. "N-n-now just put it in the pot and hold it over the f-f-fire." he spluttered.

Marv obediently followed Paul's order and gave him a slight grin. "I like this. I like camping - especially with a friend."

"I like camping with you too, mi amigo." responded Paul in a friendly and assuring manner. "I've only ever went camping with family. Never with a friend."

Soon the two friends began to talk and talk. And soon Paul was telling stories to Marv all about what going to normal school was like as the two ate their food.

"That sounds like torture." remarked Marv in his monotone voice, after being told about standardized tests.

"Nah, detention is torture." joked Paul. "All you can do is sit and stare at the inside of a desk partition."

He then told his monster friend about what got him sent to the Caring Academy.

"You trained a bird...to say that?" asked Marv, in shock.

"Wasn't easy, but yeah I did," snickered Paul. "I thought it would be a funny joke."

"You're a horrible student, you know that?" snorted Marv with a slight grin.

"Nah, I was just being Cool Paul." chuckled Paul. Marv only shook his head and let out a short snort.

Then the two were talking about girls.

"I thought Molly was kinda cute." said Paul, fondly thinking of her.

"I guess." replied Marv flatly.

"Haven't you ever seen a girl monster you had a crush on?" asked Paul amusingly.

"No. Not yet at least. Mom says I'm not allowed to have a girlfriend unless she's a monster and I'm sixteen." sighed Marv, with a shrug.

"You're allowed to have a crush though." laughed Paul.

"I like that human lifeguard woman on TV." said Marv, shrugging.

"Lifeguard woman?" asked Paul curiously and slowly, trying to think of who he's talking about. "Lifeguard woman-oh! Oh!" Paul for the first time in days since he entered the Caring Academy, burst into hysterical laughter. Marv smirked and let out another small snort of a laugh.

Then the two talked about favorite shows.

"I love cooking shows," remarked Marv. "Especially that Emeril human."

"I watch funny stuff," put in Paul. "But I doubt you'd ever watch any of it. The whole sleep hibernation thingy."

"I can watch that Friends show easily," snarked Marv with a smirk. He then shook his head as Paul once again laughed. "I guess I'm good at making jokes myself."

The two friends then talked about what they would like to be when they grow up.

"I'd like to be a comedian," said Paul thoughtfully. "Maybe have my own show one day.

"I'd like to be a chef," added Marv. "The first ever famous monster chef. I'd like that."

After a long but rather enjoyable conversation between both human and monster well into the night, the two went into their tent and got into their long sleeping bags for a good night's rest after the crazy events of the day. As Paul began to get into a comfortable sleeping position, he notice Marv staring at the ceiling of the tent in deep thought.

"What's on your mind?" asked Paul.

"When I go to HorrorLand, will you visit me?" Marv asked turning to his friend.

Paul had to think about that. Surely he'd be grounded for leaving the Caring Academy. But if he had to ran away for his life, surely his parents would understand why if Marv was there to explain that he was a monster and his mother was a disgusting bad one too.

"Well, after I serve my prison sentence from probably the worst grounding I'll ever get," mused Paul. "I'll visit you at HorrorLand. Prometo."

"That means you promise, right?" asked Marv with a raised brow.

"It means, nope." joked Paul with a mischievous smirk.

"Uh-huh," groaned Marv. But then he smirked and rolled over. "I was going to promise not to eat you."

"Oh ha-ha," hissed Paul, rolling his eyes. "Very funny."

"Chili cheese Paul doesn't sound half bad actually." pondered Marv, resisting an urge to snort or even laugh.

"That's not funny!" shot Paul now sitting up. "Promise me!"

Marv let out a snort. "Prometo."

And soon Marv was fast asleep - snoring quite loudly. Paul shook his head, rolled over while chortling to himself.

"He got me good." thought Paul. And once again he found himself amused. After spending so many years scared of monsters, and then being terrorized by one for days in a school of all places, he's camping with one.

But it strangely felt...nice to Paul. After years being afraid of monsters, it felt nice to finally meet one that's friendly. A little strange, but friendly.

"Maybe not ALL monsters are bad." he thought as he rolled on his side. "Maybe, just maybe."

Soon it was morning, and Paul sat up from his sleeping bag with a loud yawn and stretch.

"Good morning, Marv." he said in a second yawn. But he looked over and Marv wasn't there.

"Marv?" called Paul, thinking he was at the campfire.

"Out here." called a blank-sounding Marv.

Paul got out of his sleeping bag and looked outside the tent and was met with a surprising sight. Marv was outside with - Mr. Klane! The Dean of Students was outside with Marv and surveying the woods!

"Mr. K-Klane?!" cried a shocked Paul. "How did you find us? Where did you come from?"

"I went back to the school to check on things, found the headmistress out cold, and saw some camping equipment had been taken so I came out here to find and help who did it." responded Mr. Klane. Paul looked over to Marv who looked away blankly.

"Well, I'm glad you did," sighed Paul in relief. "Mrs. Maaargh is a monster!"

Mr. Klane's bushy eyebrows rose in shock. "She's a what?"

"A monster, Mr. Klane. She's a living breathing monster! And she eats kids!" shrieked Paul.

"Is this true Marv?" asked Mr. Klane, looking down to him.

Marv simply nodded. The young monster had always seemed a little a weird to Paul. But Paul could tell something was off.

"Well then we have to do something about this." pondered Mr. Klane.

"We were gonna go to the nearest town to call my parents," said Paul now eyeing Mr. Klane suspiciously. "Can you take us?"

"No, I don't think I can." answered Mr. Klane darkly.

Before Paul could say anything, Mr. Klane began grunt and groan. He dropped to all fours on the ground clawing and scratching and hard earth. His head grew bigger and lumpy. His fair complexion became more brown and dry. His eyes began to protrude from his big and large head and turned red.

Mr. Klane's nails grew long, yellow, and sharp. Mr. Klane threw his huge and blobby brown head back and four rows of sharp, jagged, pearly white teeth grew in his now wide mouth.

Paul was frozen in fear and disgust at the sight of Mr. Klane. The Dean of Students was a monster too.

"Ah that felt good." growled Mr. Klane. His voice now sounded gruff and low as if here a baritone singer with something lodged in his monstrous throat. "You see I'm here to take you back."

"You're a monster too?" wailed Paul nervously.

"Yep," nodded Mr. Klane. "Agatha promised me whatever bits of you that she didn't eat."

Paul's stomach churned. Now two monsters had it out for him.

"Now come back with me," purred Mr. Klane. "Make it easy on yourself. Maybe we'll send your parents your final report card with straight A's."

"No way!" cried Paul indignantly. "Please you can't-"

"Oh I can, young man." snarled the now hideous Mr. Klane. He then angry pointed at Marv. "And you're coming with me too!"

Marv just said nothing, and looked down in shame.

"Don't worry Paul," soothed Mr. Klane mockingly. "I wont eat you. Not at least for six months."

"Marv, help me," begged Paul, nearly crying. "Help me, mi amigo."

Marv didn't say anything still. He just looked up with sad black eyes. Mr. Klane began to walk towards Paul.

"Well, I suppose a taste wouldn't hurt before we went back to school." he rasped, as his red eyes flashed and Mr. Klane's long, slithery, cow-like tongue drooped from his mouth, and was dripping gelatinous globs of saliva.

"No...please-" begged Paul, not wanting to be tasted yet again. But Mr. Klane stopped, and yelped in pain. Marv, like a mad pit bull, snapped his jaws around Mr. Klane's fat leg.

"RUN PAUL!" shouted a muffled Marv. "I'LL MEET YOU! GO!"

Paul nodded and mustering all the strength he could muster, tore into the woods. Paul remembered the direction that Marv told him the town was in! He ran and ran, but as he ran he felt himself going upward as the ground began to feel more and more elevated.

But Paul Perez didn't care. He just kept moving and moving. He kept moving until -

"Woah!" shouted Paul as he stopped himself. He had ran to the edge of the woods where a cliff stood. And down was a raving ravine of water. But in the distance, Paul could see houses and civilization.

"End of the line, Paul." growled a voice behind him.

Paul turned around in horror. Mr. Klane dropped down from a high tree with an unconscious and bloody Marv under his arm. He then laid Marv down and walked towards Paul who was walking backwards away from the hideous creature.

"Mr. Klane, please," pleaded Paul, staggering on the edge. "You don't have to do this. Just let me go."

"Sorry Paul," grunted Mr. Klane. "I'm a monster, and when a monster makes up their mind, that's it."

Paul felt defeated. But with a quick glance he saw Marv move slightly.

"I did learn one thing from you monsters, Mr. Klane," said Paul in a low tone. "Something important."

"Oh what's that?" asked Mr. Klane.

"That a monster doesn't have to be one on the inside," explained Paul. "You could be a monster and not actually be one."

"I'm sure your Headmistress would love to hear that in six months," growled Mr. Klane. "Now let's go."

Marv was still stirring slowly to not get Mr. Klane's attention.

"Go where?" asked Paul.

"To the Caring Academy, boy." snapped Mr. Klane.

"Oh okay. You know for a Caring Academy, you monsters have a horrible way of showing how much you care!" snarked Paul, distracting the hideous Dean.

Mr. Klane uttered a low growl. "Watch it."

"And why are you doing all this work for Mrs. Maaargh anyway?" asked Paul, not backing down. "Her name is MRS. Maaargh. She's married!"

Mr. Klane then blushed. "I'm warning you Paul!"

"I mean are you estupido?" shot Paul. He then pointed behind the monster. "Well, actually I guess you kinda are. Push him Marv!"

Mr. Klane spun around to a angry and snarling Marv Maaargh. He then turned to Paul who was now on all fours. "Why you-!"

Marv collided hard into Mr. Klane, who tripped over Paul. But Marv collided into him with too much force. Both Marv and Mr. Klane went over the cliff into the ravine below, plunging down...down...down until Paul heard a sickening splash of water below.

Paul peered over the cliff and called out, "Maaaaaaarv!".

But nothing. No Marv, no Mr. Klane. Paul then stood up and peered at the small town in the distance and knew what he had to do. With or without his loyal friend. But the idea of without Marv, stung Paul hard.

"Adios mi amigo." breathed Paul as tears escaped his eyes. Paul then sadly turned around and began his walk back into the woods to find a way down.

Six years later...

"Alright everyone, we'll meet at the entrance at 6PM sharp!" called a teacher. "You all might be eighteen, but you're still high school students and my responsibility!"

"Can you believe we're actually at THE HorrorLand?!" said a blonde-haired girl on Paul's arm as they began to walk.

"I know right?!" Paul replied excitedly. "What a senior trip!"

"I'm surprised your parents even let you go," she laughed. "Aren't you grounded for life."

"I'm eighteen," snarked Paul. "They can't ground a grown man."

Then he heard a low growl from his stomach. "Man I'm hungry. We gotta eat soon. Let's hurry and get our ten frights to get through."

"Are you sure you wanna eat here?" asked his girlfriend, as she looked around observing all of the horrific looking Horrors about.

"Duh, Holly." responded Paul. "We can't judge the place and the monsters by their cover." He then looked away and added, "A friend taught me that."

"He sounds like a cool friend," remarked Holly fondly. "What was his name?"

"Marv Maaargh," remembered Paul fondly, gazing to the sky. "Even saved my life a few times too."

Holly laughed, and patted his shoulder. "Now I know you're joking. Let's go."

Paul shrugged and the two began to walk through the horrific theme park and ventured into the Carnival of Screams.

After finally acquiring enough frights, Paul noticed a place called The DieIn. Under the neon-lit name the it read in bold letters, "Food to die for!".

"Wanna try there?" asked a shaken Holly - from all of their activities in the horrific park.

"Sure." replied Paul, thinking of Marv again. "I'd rather go there than Wolf It Down."

Paul and Holly walked into the diner. It looked horrific on the outside, but on the inside it was immaculate and clean, and booming with business.

As the two walked inside, a friendly looking Horror with a striped uniform greeted them.

"Welcome to DieIn Diner!" greeted the Horror politely in his throaty and gruff tone. "Would the lovely couple like a booth?

"Yes please!" answered Holly.

"Follow me!" said the Horror. "Oh you guys are in for a treat. The best monster chef around cooks in here!"

As Paul sat down, he looked up to the purple Horror. "Monster chef?"

"Oh yes," replied the Horror. "He's a young prodigy! Been with us Horrors since he was a young little lad."

"Ay dios mio..." whispered Paul, rubbing his chin.

"What's wrong?" asked a concerned-looking Holly. "You alright, Paul?"

"Can I meet the chef?" asked Paul, ignoring Holly's question. Paul was now so excited he couldn't stand it. "I think I know him!"

"I guess so," said the Horror slowly. The Horror then pointed to the wide window behind the cashier's counter. "He's right there. See. He doesn't like it when people stare at where he's missing an arm."

Paul looked up and couldn't believe who he saw at the window handing plates to the waiters and waitresses. The large chef was in all white, and wearing a tall white chef's hat.

"Marv!" called a beaming Paul, rushing to the counter. "Is that you?!"

The pudgy, yellow round-faced, but older Marv Maaargh smiled a big sharp-toothy grin and looked up to the first friend he ever had and said in a low tone, "¡Hola, mi amigo! I've missed you."

THE END

A/N: I know it's a sappy ending. But I don't know, I really liked Paul Perez and Marv Maaargh from the original story.And plus, I felt Paul deserved a happy ending. I mean he spent days wondering how not to die. Come on.