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"Why do gurus always sit on mountaintops? Hmm."
"What kind of a name is Stu Sonafel? Hmm."
"Why do so many weird commercials come from Michigan? Hmm."
Leslie couldn't help but to smile.
"Why are we asking these incredibly stupid questions? Hmm."
"Even little Cynthia's got a question! What is it, honey?"
"How do people turn into driveways? Hmm."
"Who CARES?!" Damien screeched hysterically.
Everybody was laughing.
"Arsenio Hall's 'Hmm Questions' do it again!" Chernobyl shouted triumphantly.
"You and your stupid Hmm Questions," Lucifer grumbled.
Damien shook his head and went outside. Father Damien, not knowing what else to do, followed.
"Where are you going?" he asked, just as Belinda, one of Damien's friends, and Shirana came out.
"For a ride," Damien said, getting in his car. "Anybody want to come along?"
Belinda shrugged and went over to the car, getting in.
"I'll take my car, if you don't mind," Father Damien said a little nervously, and Shirana followed.
"Suit yourself," Damien said, starting the car and pulling out onto the street. He started off toward town.
"These people get weirder year after year," Damien said, half to himself and half to Belinda. "What the heck could Scorpio or Luther possibly want now? Besides to throw an egg at a windshield?"
"I don't know," Belinda replied, shrugging again. "I don't even know who or what Scorpio and Luther are."
"Hm! You don't want to know," Damien said. He started to slow down. "Someone broke down. I wonder if they want a ride." The car stopped near another, parked at the shoulder. Damien asked Belinda to roll down the window.
"Would you like a ride?" Belinda asked, to someone standing not far away.
"Whoa, that would be great, dudes," the person said, smiling. He climbed into the back as Damien drove off again. [Note--here a reference is made to Damien's car having a backseat--Damien DOES have a Lamborghini LM002, which has a backseat, but I believe he's driving his Countach in this story--which does NOT have a backseat! I didn't know that at the time.]
"Name's Boomer. Boomer Maxwell," he said, letting Belinda shake his hand. "I'm new here. I'm just stopping on my way to Little Rock University."
"LRU?" Damien repeated. "That's where we go."
"Really? Whoa!" Boomer exclaimed. "Who are you guys?"
"I'm Belinda Jackson," Belinda said. "This is Damien."
Boomer gasped. "The rock singer? Oh man, what luck I'm havin'!"
Damien smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Where you headed?"
"I don't know. I guess the police station, again."
"For goodness' sakes [sic]!" a voice suddenly said. "You practically live there."
Damien picked up what looked like a walkie-talkie. "Alright [sic], how long have you been listening?"
"Long enough," the voice said.
"Rad!" Boomer said.
A few minutes later, both cars pulled in. Damien went in first, followed by the others.
"Meeting?" Officer Jones asked, seeing them. "It seems I'm always on duty when you come."
"Luck," Damien said, looking to the side. To his surprise, there stood Madame Solatska.
"Yah!" Damien yelped.
"These gypsies [sic]," Officer Jones mumbled. "You can never get rid of them." [Note--*sarcasm font* Because that's all they're good for, you know, getting rid of. */sarcasm font* Again, I sincerely apologize to any Roma who might see this. Ugh ugh ugh.]
"Hello again, Damien!" Madame Solatska greeted.
"Yeah," Damien said, sitting down. Father Damien went over to the counter. Damien picked up a magazine from the little table beside him and leafed through it. He turned to his uncle.
"What does Luther want?" he asked.
Father Damien turned away. "Ms. Laws [sic] baby. Scorpio wants it."
"So it's them again!" Damien said furiously, pounding the table and walking crossly to the other side of the room. "They'll never give up! First animals. Then kids. Then us. Now, a woman's unborn baby?" [Note--here commences the same scene as in "Sidekicks Excerpt." From the looks of it, the scene was written first, then wedged into the story as it was written--firstly because I had to cram in all the characters named in the excerpt (Boomer, Belinda, Shirana, etc.) when they had no logical reason to be together, secondly because Damien suddenly seems all surprised that Scorpio is behind this stuff--when he found that out at the beginning of the story! Hence why I don't write stuff out of order anymore, it turns out like this.]
Father Damien stared at the table. "Not just any baby, Damien. This baby is supposed to be born on October 31. Halloween."
Damien stopped. "The most important day on the occult calendar," he whispered. He slapped his head. "Oh, man! why [sic] didn't I think of that!" [Note--incorrect capitalization, but there's only one space following "man!," making it seem like I thought this was just one sentence with odd punctuation. I can't be sure it wasn't a typo, but if it is, the same typo is committed in "Sidekicks Excerpt."]
"Those guys can turn up anywhere," Officer Jones said. "How'll we ever find them in time? Halloween is the day after tomorrow!"
Shirana noticed Damien thinking. He suddenly said, "There's only one way," and left.
"Where's he going?" Boomer asked. Belinda nodded.
"That's simple," Madame Solatska replied. "My ball tells all."
"Well, have it tell us where he's going!" Officer Jones snapped.
"He's going back to the streets," the gypsy [sic] said, waving her hands. "To get his street friends."
The others gasped. The streets! There could be no worse place for Damien, with his criminal record! [Note--the only difference between "Sidekicks Excerpt" and this is the reference to Dami's criminal past.] And tomorrow was---was--
Devil's Night!
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