The Baby Vanishes

"Hi Aunt Didi," Angelica said with sad smile.

"Remember what we talked about," Drew said, his daughter giving a quick nod before going into the living room.

"What was that about?" Stu asked.

"Angelica got into Charlotte's makeup so she can't watch TV while we're her."

"That's a good way to handle that," Didi said. Chas, meanwhile, was looking over a newspaper that had an article about how police were still searching for the disappeared Dr. Lipschitz. "Angelica did something wrong and you made sure to punish her without stifling her."

"Yeah," Drew said. "Charlotte and I are working on that. We let her get away with murder these last few years but we need to correct it. Seeing how you guys are raising your kids made us realize our mistakes."

"Don't feel too bad, bro," Stu said. "You were the first of us to have a kid and we're all learning from you. Trial and error."

"They do say that the second child is always easier to raise than the first as you learn from your mistakes. Angelica is basically all of our first born at this point." Didi said, patting Drew's hand. "And I think you and Charlotte are doing very good with her."

"Thanks guys."

"You know Drew," Stu said, "I've been experimenting with washable paints that are edible… come right off with water. I was thinking fingerpainting but what about a line of little kid play makeup?"

Drew considered that as Chas turned the page, reading about how the Nazis that had been running a daycare were set for their trial. "That might work. You'd have to be careful with it but you have to be careful with paints too. But it would be something fun for Charlotte and Angelica to do… and wouldn't cost an arm and a leg! Yeah… I like it! How about after the game we go sketch out some ideas." While Drew wasn't an inventor nor was he as creative as his little brother he did have a strong rational mind and thus was the perfect counterbalance to Stu's wilder ideas. Stu helped him see possibilities he'd never considered while Drew kept Stu grounded.

"Hey, where is pops?" Drew asked.

Stu frowned. "I…don't know…?"

~In Chicago~

"Be… my victim," Candyman said, approaching Helen in the parking garage.

"Lou Pickles, Lou Pickles, Lou Pickles, Lou Pickles, Lou Pickles!" Helen cried out.

"Ya know," a voice whispered behind the Candyman "I might feel sorry for ya if ya hadn't hurt that poor little boy in the bathroom. But ya did, so I need ta give ya the ol' one-two-skado!"

The Candyman screamed and run towards an idling car.

"Dude, ya get her already?" Freddy Kreuger asked, looking up from his newspaper that featured an article about the sentencing of Mitchell Mucklehoney.

"FLOOR IT!" Candyman screamed just as Lou leapt onto the hood.

"HEY THERE SPROUTS!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Candyman and Freddy screamed, hugging each other in terror.