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"Oh honey, I'm home!" Boothy says, entering the stage and tipping his hat. Bren comes rushing into the scene, wearing an apron, oven mitts, and her hair pulled back into a bun.

The audience cheers and applauds.

"Let me get that for you, dear!" She fusses to remove his jacket as he sets down his briefcase.

"Where are my children!" He jokes happily as they run to his arms.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

"Hello Cindy-Lou and William." Boothy greets his children.

"How was work, honey?" Bren asks.

"Oh, wonderful! I was doing charity work. We were building houses for the homeless boys and girls, and feeding abandoned puppies by hand." He boasts. "More like killing Hannahs." He mutters under his breath while turning his head to the side and pulling down sunglasses he wasn't wearing before.

Laughter

Suddenly, a Hannah peeks through the window.

"Hey! Look over there!" Boothy points in the other direction, whips out his laser gun, and shoots the Hannah behind their back.

They turn back to him as he puts his gun away. "Look at what, dear?" Bren asks.

"Oh, nothing, it must have passed." He says.

"Well, time for dinner, the Baked Burley is in the oven." Bren says.

"Yaay! Our favorite!" The cliché children cried.

"And, I'm making the personal sized ones so you two don't fight over the eyeballs."

"Yeah!" Boothy opens the refrigerator to get some pop, and saw one of those mini-burleys running around, dashing behind the milk carton.

"Shoot" Boothy muttered as he reached for it, knocking over the pickles.

"Something wrong, dear?" Bren asks.

"Uh, just a fly. Mind getting me a fly swatter?"

"Sure, dear. Give this to daddy."

The perfect child handed the swatter to Boothy, who smacked around in the refrigerator until the Burley was dead.

Ridiculous laughter from the audience.

"Ahh, time for dinner." But he heard an evil cackle outside the house.

"I have to get the, uh…mail." Boothy said, leaving the house. He saw the Burley and aimed his ray gun, but then the Burley was konked over the head by another blond.

"Now to finish you off, Rex!"

"Rex? Who the hell?"

She went after him, but he easily flipped her onto her back and stabbed her with a stake.

The audience cheers wildly.

"Yet another day at the Boothy residence." He says happily.

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