(I think Bill knows too much…)
Lolly was let off with a warning over her unacceptable behavior.
Apparently, she would still be allowed to watch movies. She just wasn’t allowed to lie about her age anymore. Now she sat on the steps of the police station, waiting for someone to pick her up.
From what she saw of her schoolmates, she’d gotten off easy. Lolly could hear the anguished cries and threats to be sent off to boarding school quite clearly.
“Guess I got lucky there.” All of the cars pulled out of the parking lot, leaving her alone.
Or at least she thought she was alone. Instead of silence, Lolly heard a noise coming from a nearby dumpster. Against her better judgment, she went to investigate.
The store was surprisingly quiet at this time of day. Sinbad was at least grateful that there weren’t a multitude of screaming children running about.
Instead, he had his fiance sitting in the cart. They weren’t really expecting to get much, anyway.
“You wanna get corn dogs again while we’re here?” He got a response for ‘no’.
“Let’s just get Halloween stuff today. Maybe just candy and decorations.” His eyes lit up when he remembered what else went with the holiday. “Oh! And let’s get some pumpkins to make jack o’lanterns.”
This seemed to be a favorable suggestion, if Sinbad’s nodding and saying, “Sounds good to me” meant anything.
He was sure they looked ridiculous, one grown man being pushed around by another in a shopping cart. Shark didn’t really mind, though.
“Uncle Bill?” Lolly was perplexed at her uncle’s strange task. She could smell various disgusting stenches combining into some kind of putrid cologne.
Bill looked up at her, a half-eaten piece of bread in his mouth. Then he quickly went back to what he was doing.
“Why are you digging in the police station’s garbage?” He didn’t answer her. Lolly thought about going back inside and reporting what she was seeing.
Then she thought about what they enforced on her, and decided not to give them the satisfaction. Instead, she pulled out her phone and called her grandparents.
“Who is this?!” Grandma Marigold’s voice picked up, and sounded irritated. “Is this Bruce Wayne? I’m not taking back the cockatoos!”
“No Grandma, it’s me. It’s Lolly, your granddaughter!”
A quizzical sound came out from the earpiece. “Granddaughter? How do I know you’re not a gremlin? Call back when you got the LSD-laced water I ordered!”
“Grandma, why is Uncle Bill in a dumpster by the police station?”
“Bill? Oh, who the hell knows with him. He said he threw important papers away. All I saw were modified Smurf tits!”
Marigold then began a tirade about how Gargamel owed her money. Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere, Lolly just said good-bye and hung up.
It was always hard to choose what would make a good costume.
“Want to be a monster rabbit this year? Or a cute doggy?” Shark was entranced by the outfits they had on sale. Some of them looked cheap, if not an outright rushed job.
“Do we have to dress up? Like, we can’t just buy some candy and watch scary movies all night?”
Shark just shrugged and pouted a little. “We could. I just don’t really see the enjoyment in that. And I hear there’s a Costume contest in town this year. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Well, if you want to do that, why the fuck are we looking at store costumes? That’s the kind of shit you gotta do yourself.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” Shark pulled his hand back from the costumes, and the two meandered to where the pumpkins were being displayed.
Apparently, Bill finally found what he was looking for. Lolly saw as he lasciviously growled at the relatively crude drawings of some blue woman she didn’t quite recognize.
“Ewww…” She only hoped they hadn’t been ‘used’ recently.
Once again, Bill looked up at her. He grimaced a little, and then pointed at her and shouted:
“Where’s that husband of yours?”
The outburst shocked her enough to step back towards the station again. “Husband? Uncle Bill, I’m in high school! I’m not old enough to get married!”
Now Bill took on an expression of surprise and confusion. “No husband…? Fuck! I gotta get the aluminum foil and cover the house!”
Bill then jumped out of the dumpster, falling flat on his face and losing his sunglasses. He got back up and began running towards his golf cart. At one point, he screamed, “Hang on, Netty!”
When he had gotten a good distance away, Lolly picked up his now broken glasses.
Sinbad and Shark were on their way out of the grocery store, holding their items. Shark was happily admiring a relatively large pumpkin. Sinbad had his eyes trained on something in the distance.
“Hey Shark. I think we got out just in time.” He tapped him on the shoulder to point towards a familiar golf cart.
“What the…!” Shark stepped out of the way to see Uncle Bill crash into the front doors of the store. “Oh, so he did get off for his manslaughter charges.”
Deciding they didn’t need to be directly involved in this fiasco, both men slowly walked off. Shark did pull out his cell phone and prepared to call his Uncle Dudley.
“So how does your dad feel knowing he came out of the same vagina as that guy?”
“I can’t imagine that he’s very happy about it.”