A scratchy, yet pleasant sensation was what brought Shark out of slumber the next morning.
He could feel Sinbad nuzzling against the back of his neck. It was sad that he had to make him stop.
“Mornin, Sinbad,” Shark ended up mumbling to him. Right away, Sinbad quit what he was doing.
“Yeah, morning. Hope you don’t mind I wiped my drool on you.”
The walk downstairs was rather awkward for both Shark and Sinbad.
Sinbad tried not to stare at Shark’s mother, who had passed out on the stairs at some point during the night. In her hand was an empty bottle of whiskey. Interestingly, Shark didn’t appear the least bit surprised.
“It’s either that, or her downing a large mimosa at breakfast time,” he said as the two of them reached the main floor.
With some reluctance, Shark waved good-bye to Sinbad as he left. His tense peace was then interrupted by his grandmother shooting a handgun at the kitchen floor.
“Doggone it, Ma! Do you have to go firing that thing off this early?!” Dennis could be heard shouting in the dining room. Marigold just went off and shouted something about Yogi Bear coming into the mansion uninvited.
Figuring he wasn’t getting any sort of breakfast any time soon, Shark went back upstairs.
When he got back to one of the other floors, Shark could hear Bill stumbling about somewhere nearby.
He then fell down the stairs from the third floor, naked and blathering incoherently. Before Shark could ask what he was doing, Bill got back up and jumped out the window.
When this happened, Shark was appalled, yet not shocked. He ran over to make sure Bill wasn’t dead from the fall, or from any glass that had broken.
Mercifully, Bill didn’t look at all injured in any way. He still managed to get to his feet and run out of the backyard.
All Shark could do then was stare, rather stunned at what sort of limits his uncle was capable of reaching.
“Uh…” He was then jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of his sister screeching. He turned to see Lolly running downstairs in an absolute tizzy.
“Agh! Grandpa! Oh, it’s terrible, Grandpa!”
When Lolly caught sight of Shark, she angrily jabbed a finger towards his face. “You did it! You ruined my dress because you’re jealous of me!”
“Wha…?” Shark didn’t have any time to interject before Lolly ran down the other flight of stairs.
Going back halfway down the staircase, Shark could hear Lolly blubbering to their grandfather about her destroyed Winter Formal dress.
Not sure why he was being accused, Shark tiptoed up to the room he last saw her dress in. To his horror, the once sparkly dress now lay shredded on the floor.
Given the way it was torn apart, it looked as though someone was trying it on, and ripped it off in a hurry. Having Bill run off the way he did, the pieces started falling into place.
Shark was about to bend down and pick up the fabric remnants, when he felt a hand take hold of his wrist. Reluctantly, he looked over his shoulder to see his grandfather, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
“Now isn’t that a sorry sight,” Max hissed at his grandson. “The culprit returning to the scene of the crime. Come along, you!”
Shark was then yanked away, with Max retaining a strong grip on his arm. He was sweating even more, wondering what sort of horrors his grandfather would inflict on him.
He regretted not having Sinbad with him right now. It made what he was going to be put through all the worse.