AC/DC

As the kids continued their frantic search for Lisa, and the maid's corpse cooled slowly on the back lawn, Papa returned home. Completely unaware of the evening's developments, and pleased to have the house to himself, he turned on the computer to surf for some unusual video entertainment.

Ironically, he had not been shocked in the least when he watched "2 Girls 1 Cup" the previous evening. But tonight he had scarcely loaded windows before he was knocked back by powerful electric currents.

In his final moments, Papa bore a striking resemblance to a fried green tomato, served straight from Nikola Tesla's kitchen.

The smell that filled the room, though, would have ruined anyone's appetite.

Amazingly, when Mama returned from work, the only thing she noticed was the faintest trace of Febreze in the air.

And she never had a chance to notice the maid's remains before they silently disappeared into the shadows of the night.

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