Clan of the Duck

"Howard stayed awake," the Creator said bluntly. "That's it. He didn't fall asleep when he was in charge of watching four babies. And they were also in a playpen where they couldn't escape. Good night."

"Ahem," Trixie said, pointing at the Word Count Tracker when the creator tried to leave.

"…what? This episode wasn't too bad. Yeah, they shouldn't have abandoned them outside so Phil could destroy a hose but at least the entire back yard was fenced in."

"Ahem," Trixie repeated.

The Creator glared at her. "What? Should I have a speech about how it's okay for the babies to wear dresses? Because as long as it doesn't injure them that's fine. Hell, that used to be common. I know there are pictures of my grandfather wearing a dress when he was Tommy's age."

Trixie just pointed at the Word Count Tracker.

"FINE!" he roared. "Roll the back up footage! Press the button, Dil!"

A jelly bean headed soul giggled and did as commanded.

~MC~MC~MC~

The woman reached down for the gun only for Dutch to shake his head. "No… leave it. He only left you alone because you were unarmed. There's no sport in it."

"Well then," a familiar voice called out and from the jungle Lou Pickles emerged, "that's bad for that there Predator… because even unarmed I am a living weapon."

"Lou!" Dutch exclaimed happily. "You son of a bitch!" The two clasped hands, muscles straining… and Dutch finally backed down, wringing his now aching hand. "I'm glad you're here… we have a bit of a problem."

"Yeah, so I heard… don't worry, I'm gonna take care of that Predator problem ya got with a one-two-scadoo!"

The Predator, who was hiding in a tree, gulped in fear as Lou Pickle, Monster Slayer, began to walk RIGHT TOWARDS HIM.

~MC~MC~MC~

Trixie pressed her lips together.

"What?" the creator asked. "Going to whine about that?"

"No, going to complain that Lou is taking far too long to kill that alien. Would have been far quicker to assemble a small thermal nuclear device and shove it down its throat. Or at the very least he should have set up a trap to split it in half. I remember I did something similar just after Stu was born… some creep called the Babadook or something like that wanted to hurt him and I split him in half like he was a banana."

"…you and Lou being scary badasses explains so much about Tommy… but not Dil."

The baby soul screeched in protest.

"YES I STILL HATE YOU!"