Stay Tuned: Darryl's Twisted Escape Epilogue

We had Sweet Tooth's mask and machete at hand. We were zapped out of the dish and into our backyard. Unfortunately, the backyard was trashed. Flowerpots were knocked over and grass was shredded.

"What happened to the yard?!" Mom cried in shock.

"Sweet Tooth must have drove his truck to the yard in order for it to get sucked in the dish," I replied sheepishly.

Just then, Diane came out from the sliding glass door.

"Mom! Dad! Darryl!" Diane exclaimed, "Where were you?"

"Long story, Diane," Dad replied, "but to make it short, we were sucked in that dish and Darryl was being hunted by a killer clown."

"Clown? Oh, you mean Sweet Tooth? I heard about him, too. But nobody escapes from Sweet Tooth."

"Well," I shrugged, "I did."

"Good," she responded, "I may not always like you but I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you."

"All right, then" Mom said, "How about we go inside and continue this conversation in the living room?"

"Fine," Diane and I said.

She turned to Dad, giving him the mask and machete.

"Roy, you go to the garage and destroy these."

"All right," Dad said.

As Mom, Diane and I headed inside the house, Dad ran out to the garage to get the mask and machete destroyed. He put the items on a nearby desk. But Dad suddenly had another thought.

"Hm. I wonder what I'd look like with the mask on."

Dad picked up the mask and put it on. Suddenly, Dad was hunching over. When he stood straight, his hair suddenly lit on fire. He picked up the machete as he let out an evil laugh. As it turned out, Sweet Tooth's soul was transferred into the mask, turning anyone who wore it into the killer clown.

"It's good to be back," Dad said in Sweet Tooth's voice.

"Roy? Roy? Are you okay?" Mom asked.

"Don't worry about me," Dad said in his real voice, "I'll be joining you shortly..."

"...to make you bleed," he mumbled to himself in Sweet Tooth's voice.

He let out another evil laugh.

The End...?