Kryptic (2024)

[bunniefuu]

I'm gonna make new friends.

That's what people do.

You're a normal person.

You're a normal person.

You can make conversation.

It's gonna be fine.

Okay.

Hello, everyone!

My name is Cooper,

and I'd like to welcome

the Cedar Springs

Women's Walking Club

to Krypto Peak.

I know this is your first outing

as a group

but I'm sure it'll be a...

great ice-breaker.

Any questions?

- Nope.

- No?

Okay, well, then, let's go!

Follow me...

into the trail!

Let me know if I...

go too fast.

The smell...

The smell of the natural beauty

of Krypto Peak, right?

Take it in.

Can't get this in the city!

Good pace, everyone!

Okay. Remember we're a team!

We go in together,

we go out together.

Look at that valley, huh?

Naturally beautiful, but we

do have to remain vigilant

because you never know

what could be on your tail.

Okay! Come on down.

Everyone gather around,

gather around here.

So, how many of you are here

because of some fascination

with the case of

Barb Valentine?

Barb Valentine was a veteran

in the field of cryptozoology

and a bit of a local legend.

The thing is, her disappearance

is shrouded in mystery.

Now, "Crypto...

what did he just say?"

It means

"the study of the hidden,"

and its fundamental aim

is to prove the existence

of creatures

like Ogopogo, the Yeti...

like Bigfoot.

Bigfoot? I... In this forest?

No, no, no, no.

Something way scarier

and infinitely more dangerous.

But listen, listen. Shh.

Three years ago,

it was here on Krypto Peak,

they found Barb's things--

a tent, a sleeping bag,

but no body,

no bones, no blood, nothing.

No trace of Barb whatsoever.

What on earth

was this Barb lady trailing?

The Sookama,

or "Sooka," for short.

The first documented sighting

was back in 1925,

when a hiker claimed

he was trailed

by a tall bipedal creature

covered in dark hair,

with a mole-like face.

Sounds cute, don't it?

But, listen, recent

reports are more abstract.

Metaphysical disturbances

that are...

allegedly tampered

with the space-time continuum

of a few unlucky souls.

Let's pray she's still alive.

Probably just upped and left,

pissed at her man.

Okay, let's keep going.

We have a lot of walking

ahead of us,

so let's keep moving, okay?

Come on. Follow me.

Watch your step.

Please be extra careful.

No tripping,

that's my only rule.

I have a few more rules,

obviously,

but definitely

an important one.

Oh, by the way,

watch out for bears.

I mean, they're more scared

of us than we are of them,

but some are pretty aggressive.

I don't know.

I don't know, I...

- I told you, I don't know.

- Does anyone know

what this Kay Hall

actually looks like?

Dressed nice, I think?

Nice leggings

and windbreaker and stuff.

We just spent an hour

retracing our f*cking steps.

Stay in touch.

Okay. So, this is the deal.

Before we call the big boys in,

Head Office suggests we

go through the roster again,

only this time, move to the side

when I call your name, okay?

Okay, Dina Anderson. Good.

Tricia Burnett. Okay.

Chloe Bohonos.

Thank you.

Cherie Collard. Yeah.

Avery Graham. Okay.

Kay Hall?

Okay.

Maggie McLaren.

Good.

Connie Rhys.

Thank you.

Enid Sternberg.

Yeah. Vivienne Wang.

Thanks.

Jean Wilson.

Kay Hall?

You're sh1tting me.

Are you Kay Hall, sweetie?

Where were you when

he did the first head count?

Is this some kind of sick joke?

Okay.

Show's over, ladies. That's it.

Thank you for coming.

- Is she okay?

- We'll end it there.

Yep. That'll conclude our...

our day.

Thank you. Thank you.

Yeah, we got her.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Your guess is as good as mine.

I don't know.

Yeah, I just--

I just cut it there.

Yeah! Other than that,

it was pretty good.

"Kay Hall."

Hello?

Hello?

Jesus.

Yes?

Oh, is this a bad time?

-Kay?

-Oh, sorry, I thought...

It's Don. Yale Road Center.

How was your trip?

Uh... Hi, Don.

I... I'm sorry to bother you

on your day off,

but we have a situation,

and no one else is available.

Um, a... a situation?

Is there any way you

could come in this afternoon?

Dr. Singh's mother's been

taken in ill

with a suspected stroke,

and among other things,

we've got

an emergency extraction.

sh*t.

You'd be doing us

-a huge favor.

-Uh...

- Sure.

- Oh, great!

We'll see you at one.

Thanks, Kay. Bye-bye.

I'm a dentist?

I'm a f*cking vet?

Hey, Kay.

What happened to you?

So...

Mrs. Kim comes in screaming,

with sweet little Buster.

I'm telling you,

everything was hanging out.

Bone, ligaments, nerves.

She fought off

this crazy f*cking poodle

with a spade.

How was your trip?

Sorry, I...

Kay!

Where are you going?

Barb...

Valentine.

What the hell?

What the f*ck is going on?

Jesus!

Agh!

What the f*ck?

How is that even possible?

From

the Sasquatch to the Ogopogo,

Canada is rich

with incredible legends

about weird

and wonderful cryptids

such as the Sooka.

...after a spate of sightings

around Blue Cliff,

an eerie mountain location

in southwest British Columbia.

And interestingly, Blue Cliff

is one of the last places

that eminent cryptozoologist,

Barb Valentine

is known to have visited.

Whether the Sooka sightings

and Valentine's disappearance

are connected

has been the focus

of some very fierce debate.

Hello?

sh*t!

One moment, please!

Oh.

Sally Antoine at your service.

Do you have a room?

Oh!

Would you mind...

filling this in?

It's just a formality.

Oh, it's a great place

to explore the valley.

I'll be making an early start.

Oh. Heading far?

Maybe.

A friend of mine went missing,

and... I'm retracing her steps

to see if it throws up

something new.

Maybe you heard

of her, actually...

Barb Valentine?

Barb Valentine...

Oh, yes!

The monster hunter!

I read about her in the Google.

The crime shows still turn up

to do

their lousy reconstructions.

Did she stay here?

No, ma'am, she did not.

Oh, it's terrible,

all those people

go missing around here.

It's like...

the forest

just swallows them up.

Or something

in the forest does.

Uh, thank you.

Now, let me get you a key.

...dead ends that require a lot

of great detective work.

Essentially,

Barb was like a chameleon,

following leads instinctively,

assimilating

with local communities

in the hope

of that crucial tip-off.

This is why

she went to Blue Vale Lake

located in Southwestern BC,

whose intoxicating folklore

has also made it

a perfect location

for the annual

cryptozoology convention.

It was here, in Blue Vale Lake,

that Barb gave

one of her last interviews

before she disappeared.

We caught up

with local cryptozoologist

- Barb Valentine. Hello, Barb.

- Hello.

So, we're here

at beautiful Blue Vale Lake,

and you're out giving

this wonderful press conference

on, uh...

cryptozoological creatures.

What brings you out here?

Well, there's a whole lot

of buzz right now

around Blue Vale Lake

- because of the Sooka.

- Mm-hm.

"Blue Vale Lake."

Right. The Sooka.

So, have you seen it?

Or encountered it

in some other way?

I know you're keen to point out

that it could be something

from the super spectrum.

Yes. I do believe I have.

Hello?

Fancy a drink?

Meet at the bar in ten.

"Yes.

I do believe I have."

I don't really know

what I'm doing here.

Mm...

You strike me

as someone special.

I'm delighted you stopped here,

of all places.

Hey, I'm flattered.

No, really, I am.

But I don't feel very special...

right now.

No, honestly.

I just feel like running away.

Being on the road--

oh, nothing beats it.

No baggage and sh*t

could be truly

a liberating thing.

Whatever divine spirit

has touched you, Ms. Kay,

whyever it is

you're running away,

I say embrace it!

Barb...

if you're out there somewhere,

please come home.

I miss you so much, sweetie.

Sally?

...really

where any journey begins.

As we get older,

once we've learned to present

a more acceptable version

of ourselves,

it becomes much harder

to make new friends.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Ah, sh*t.

Ah, sh*t!

No!

No, no, no.

Jesus, lady!

You scared the sh*t out of me.

Yes, you did.

Starla Northstar is the name.

Uh, Ka-- uh, Barb.

Barb Valentine.

You looking for it too,

Ms. Valentine?

It seems like everyone

you meet around these parts

is on the same scent.

Have you seen... it?

Ol' Sooka?

I'll show you if you like.

It's not far.

Follow me.

Mm, it's nice to have

some proper company

besides my tapes.

Whoa.

It's my special medicine.

Be warned, moves faster

than sh*t through a goose.

Good stuff, eh?

So if you let me

squeeze in here,

and there we go.

We can get down...

All right.

Beast or spirit,

don't think anyone quite knows

what this thing is.

I found traces...

smooth and silky to the touch,

but smelled like the foulest

deuce you ever dropped.

Uh, did you experience

any bodily secretions?

Uh, yes, I... I did,

um, from my ears,

and it was all over my sweater

and in my hair.

Ah... It's textbook! Hmm!

Residue from the megacosm,

but stinks like semen.

I get the sense

there's a portal precisely...

Ice cream?

Yep.

- That's my daughter, Diane.

- Oh, she's beautiful.

Ain't she just?

Ten years ago,

I stopped by the roadside

to change a flat.

She went and took a pee

in the woods

and never came back.

What?

It was the Sooka.

Time stood still that day.

Now all I do

is make sure my gear's

in good working order...

just in case.

You like?

Do you wanna see something?

Okay. Here you are. Um...

Oh, just press play.

Oh.

I took it.

It was...

There! Look, look.

Finally.

Do you think that

even if it doesn't take you,

a brush with the Sooka

could do weird stuff, like...

...could make you forget

who you even are?

It'd definitely f*ck things up,

that's for sure.

Ol' Sooka thrives

on all kinds of crazy energy.

And oftentimes,

it's just too much

for folk to handle.

You gotta just

go with the flow,

like... like I do.

Aw, I hope

you ain't gonna puke.

Whoa, steady!

Whoa, steady!

Steady, steady.

Why don't you come with me?

Oh.

Uh, Starla?

Where's my...

Where's my...

Are you okay?

I... I lost the trail.

The parking lot's

just over there.

Beyond the clearing.

Can you see?

No.

Uh...

Don't be scared.

It'll be okay.

Thank you.

- Jesus.

- Relatives pin them up.

It's all pretty tragic.

Hey, did they ever

find this girl?

Who knows?

Everything okay, lady?

Um, yeah. Sorry,

I wasn't hungry after all.

Hey, could you

recommend a motel...

- nearby?

- Hmm.

If you carry on up Highway 6,

you'll hit the Bear's Den.

Can't miss it.

Thank you.

The renowned child psychiatrist

Morgan Valentine

recently launched

a high-profile campaign

to find his missing wife.

What precious little downtime

Morgan has is spent tending

to his very special collection

of orchids.

Since the disappearance,

Morgan has been

a vocal advocate

for numerous charities.

I understand there

were many times in the past,

when her work, her various

trips into the unknown,

meant that she slipped

off the radar.

I appreciate

that this is tough for you,

but, if you could describe Barb

to our audience.

- Could you ask me that again?

- Absolutely.

I just want...

I want people to hear this.

Who is Barb?

Barb is kind,

formidable, charismatic...

with a... a fierce intellect.

She's also the most

beautiful woman in the world.

-Well, hello there.

-Hi.

Can I get you a drink?

Um, which red wines

do you serve by the glass?

Well, today, you have a choice

of the red one or the red one.

Right. Red, then.

Good choice.

All yours, sweetie.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Thanks.

I've spent most of

my life soaked.

But there are worse crimes.

Well, it's good

to have a hobby.

True,

but ain't so good when it

becomes your full-time job.

Right.

Once upon a time,

I was in a traveling circus.

I guess you could call me

a magician.

Anyways...

folks would pay good money

to watch me

saw my assistant in half.

In half?

Yeah, exactly.

My other party trick

was making entire bottles

of booze disappear.

Mm... hey!

- I'm coming.

- So, what about you?

What do you do?

Besides drinking, I mean.

I'm a zoologist.

A wazz-a-what? A zoo-what?

I... I hunt monsters.

- You hunt monsters?

- Mm.

My specialty

is freaks of nature.

Well, you certainly came

to the right place.

Hey. Hey, hey.

If you're really gonna be

chasing that thing,

you know, the Sooka...

...you want to head north

till you hit

Green River Trailer Park.

It's just this side

of Merridale.

You're gonna wanna ask

for Johnette Delaney.

You ask to speak to her.

Hey, she's... she's seen it.

It tried to get into her home.

You gotta be careful.

You gotta be careful, okay?

Green River Trailer Park.

Johnette Delaney.

Let's go out for a smoke.

Oh, hold on, hold on.

You're gonna catch your death.

I got something you can wear.

Oh.

Wow.

I used to wear... this...

in my professional capacity.

It's beautiful.

It used to make me feel like

I could be anyone I wanted.

Oh yeah?

It always made me feel

like I could do anything

I goddamned pleased.

Yeah, I feel different already.

-Yeah! Yeah!

-Yeah?

Do I look different?

Oh, honey...

Aw, yeah.

Oh...

Ah...

Yeah. Yeah! Oh.

Oh!

Gonna head out after!

Oops!

Just powdering my nose.

What planet...

do you come from?

We... we can be blow buddies.

Hey! Let me go,

you crazy f*cking b*tch!

Hi, um... Delaney?

Thank you.

Yeah?

-Hi.

-Hi?

Uh, I just spoke

to one of your neighbors,

and he directed me here.

Um, I'm looking for Johnette.

What about her?

Does she live here?

Are you another one

of them social workers?

I already told Ms. Pratt

that the doctor

said that smoking helps

with my anxiety.

Uh... no, I'm not from there.

Hmm. You look familiar, is all.

Well, my name

is Barb Valentine,

and I'm a lecturer in

ethnozool... eth... animals...

-Right.

-...stuff like that.

But I also write

about disputed creatures,

mysterious species,

whi... which is why

my colleague suggested

that I speak to Johnette.

Well, you'd better come in.

Thank you.

Hey, maybe I...

I should've called first.

No. No, no, no. Please, please.

I am sure she'll be thrilled.

Ma?

Hey!

What is it, Sasha?

Need a lipstick or something?

Okay, f*ck you, as*h*le.

Hey, baby,

what's this about?

There's some

lady scientist here

to see you about the...

What do you want me to say?

- I'm coming. Coming.

- Great.

She'll be right with you.

-Great.

-Mm.

You know,

if I had my YouTube channel,

I'd be making

a lot of dough right now.

You'd never guess

how many g*dd*mn visitors

I've had since my encounter.

I probably wouldn't

shake my hand,

on account of the fact

I haven't washed

since my lovemaking.

- For f*ck's sake, Ma.

- My name's Johnette.

Pleased to make

your acquaintance.

Uh, Barbara.

So, Barbara?

Uh, so I understand

that you had an encounter

with the Sooka?

Yeah, you'd be right.

Didn't you come knocking

on my door once before?

I don't think so.

Ah, you sure look

like one of those quacks

who came when it first happened.

Well, you must be

mistaking me for someone else.

Well, you do

all look the g*dd*mn same.

Well, as I said to...

-Sasha.

-...Sasha.

Uh...

Uh, my interest is purely

from an anthrozoological

perspective.

Ditch the fancy words, lady.

They don't mean sh*t to me.

Please, Ma.

Come on, baby.

This lady seems real nice.

-No need to be shy.

-Okay, I'm not being shy.

I'm sick of talking

with freaks and crypto--

whatever they're calling them--

twisting what I say.

Ma, it was one little

story in the local paper--

Made me the laughingstock!

Okay.

They said it...

they said it tried

to mate with me.

Aw, hell.

Can you blame it, sweetheart?

I tol... I told you

it wasn't true.

It smelled the bacon

I was trying to fry

and tried

to break into the trailer.

Here let me... let me show you.

Look.

They said it was a bear.

I seen a bear.

That ain't no bear.

I think those aren't bear marks.

And any such disturbances

certainly wouldn't be...

sexually motivated.

-Right?

-Right.

You believe me?

I do.

It had a big gaping mouth.

It was all wet and sloppy.

I thought it was gonna

suck me right in.

These giant hands... grabbing.

They were pink,

like a newborn baby...

but sweaty.

I couldn't get

the smell out for days.

Yeah, this is fascinating,

and it is in keeping

with some other local reports.

Would you mind

if I took some notes,

or talk a little more

-and I can...

-Yeah. Sure.

Yeah.

You know, you're right,

she's a real nice lady.

- Not like the others.

- Mm-mm.

Maybe you should invite

her to tonight's party.

Caleb, not just

a pretty face after all.

So, if you feel like hanging out

with some local folks,

-the pleasure would be ours.

-Mm-hmm.

Sure.

Awesome. Take a seat. Relax.

Hey, Barb!

Come on, join us.

-Barbara.

-Hi, Barb.

-Hi.

-Nice to meet you.

I was just telling

all my friends

about the piece

you're gonna write.

Oh, okay.

Go ahead. Tell her, Willie.

Well, I was just saying that

as far back as I can recall,

there's been talk of portals

all across

this whole g*dd*mn area.

Like a network

of secret doorways

that lead to some

interdimensional vortex.

Well, do you know what happens

if you actually go through?

Oh, I thought you might know.

You're the expert.

But I did know

one lady went through.

Within six months,

her whole life had gone to sh*t,

marriage down the drain.

Poor girl lost everything.

But rumor has it,

all them little portals,

it's how the Sooka

moves around unseen.

Well, I'd love

to talk to your friend.

This is giving me the creeps.

Sure won't sleep good.

The last thing we need are

any more bedroom disturbances!

What's that supposed to mean?

Ah, don't be

so touchy, Johnette!

Didn't I hear your encounter

took place in the kitchen?

Yeah, but when

the thing smelled her cookin',

-it took the f*ck off!

-f*ck you.

Excuse me, Francine.

I need to go stretch my legs.

Hey, don't f*cking be like that.

f*ck you,

you piece of sh*t!

Don't f*cking

defend your wh*re to me.

- Oh, come on, Johnette.

- f*ck you, Francine!

- What the f*ck?

- f*ck... f*ck you!

Sorry, Francine.

Someone isn't taking

her f*cking medication.

Ah, some people

just need to chill.

Ms. Barb.

Do you know about sleepwalking?

In a scientific capacity,

I mean.

Uh, so... sorry?

Catch you later.

It's happened to me

over and over.

Well, I can't tell anyone here,

'cause chances are,

they won't believe me.

And you seen how they treat

poor Johnette.

Yeah.

Well, each time it happens

it gets more and more

exaggerated.

Well, sometimes

I lose whole days.

And then everything's...

caked in mud, and, well--

it feels like I fell down

a f*cking rabbit hole.

Wait, do I know you?

-Did we meet already?

-No, I don't think so, honey.

Do...

Uh, excuse me.

Wow.

...it's disgusting.

You cannot be serious.

Are you f*cking crazy?

How many times

have you done her already?

Baby, Francine's t*ts alone

weigh 200 f*cking pounds.

f*ck you.

What is that supposed to mean?

Hmm?

It means

shut the f*ck up already.

- f*ck you!

- All right, baby.

f*ck you too.

f*ck off!

- f*ck you, you p*ssy!

- No, I'm not fu--

Oh!

No f*cking wonder Dad left you.

Holy f*ck!

f*ck! f*ck!

Sasha?

Oh, h*!

Oh...

Did you think it was the Sooka?

Well, it's a full moon,

after all.

-It's not a f*cking werewolf.

-Oh.

Whatever.

Okay. Come with me.

Well, come on, I don't bite.

I'm sorry about, uh...

all of that.

She shouldn't treat you

like that.

Yeah.

She's not normally like that.

It's just, um...

it's a big... big act.

Okay.

I understand.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

What?

Oh, come on.

Even Mom thought

she could recognize you.

So...

So?

Well, I never thought

I'd see you again.

What the f*ck happened?

They were looking for you, Barb,

for a really long time.

Don't worry.

Your secret's safe with me.

People like us...

gotta stick together.

"People like us"?

Yeah.

Special people.

The ones who don't fit into

their stupid little pigeonholes.

We got it.

The secret... energy.

It's just a question

of tapping into it.

Oh...

Imagine if we could.

Oh, we'd show them

what it means

to meet a monster

in the f*cking woods.

Maybe this'll help unlock it.

Isn't that a total head-f*ck?

Barb?

I love you.

Hey.

-Do you know where my car is?

-Hey, lady.

Mind what the f*ck you're doing.

h*-h*! She's a clumsy b*tch.

Can't even stand on

her own two feet.

Knock it off, Darlene.

You know this drunk b*tch?

Barb's our special guest.

Just had a bit too much

to drink, is all.

Don't worry, I'll make sure

she gets home safe.

Hey, darling. You gotta be

careful around here.

Some folks are pretty mean.

I'm okay.

They're not all sweetness

and light, like yours truly.

I need to go.

Where are the cars?

The cars?

Honey, you ain't good to drive.

I'm fine. I'm...

Yeah, sure you are. Come here.

-Get your hands off my cape.

-Whoa, whoa, it's okay.

We're friends. Remember?

Let's you and me find ourselves

a quiet little corner.

All right?

Come along with Caleb.

That's it.

Oh.

No, no, no, no, no!

Where is it?

Oh...

f*ck!

Hello?

What the f*ck?

"325 Valentine."

Can I help you?

Barb?

My God!

What...

What... what?

Wh... what?

Oh, baby. Baby!

Let's just get you inside.

It's okay.

It's okay.

That's nice, baby.

Let's get rid

of those nasty smells.

Like beautiful lily of

the valley, don't you think?

Yeah?

Honey?

I'm not gonna ask you

where you've been.

Okay?

Let's get you nice and clean...

like a good girl.

Let's warm you up here.

Hmm.

Open your mouth.

Breathe out.

You think we'd know by now which

things don't agree with you,

but th... that's okay, baby.

We're only human.

Remember how, maybe...

we discussed you should avoid

cigarettes and liquor?

We're gonna put it all behind us

and make a fresh start.

Mm... smells so lovely.

We have to expect

a bit of gossip,

wagging tongues,

but once they get it

out of their system,

we'll be back to normal.

Just you wait and see.

In the meantime,

we smile politely

and get on with our lives.

Hm.

Let's see.

Can I wear that one?

Oh, baby.

You remember when I bought this

for you on our honeymoon?

Our villa near Barcelona

had those sweet little

stray kitties, remember?

We left out tuna

and lumps of cheese

dropped in strawberry jelly.

Oh, baby,

you're the most wonderful thing

that ever happened to me.

My heart still... Mm!

Oh.

If I sometimes sound harsh,

it's just because I love you.

Mm.

You've made me

such a happy bunny,

wearing that special dress.

Such a happy little bunny. Mm.

But first, we have chores.

So we just wanna

tidy these up here

and get these petals

all into the wheelbarrow.

All right.

I know you prefer

a more unkempt look...

but you look so beautiful,

and we don't want folk thinking

we're slobs, do we, honey?

Hey, how you doing, Brad?

-Good, good, good.

-Betty, you look amazing.

-Right?

-Great day for a walk.

Or a spot of gardening.

Someone mentioned

Barb was back.

Uh, honey, it's...

-...none of our business.

-Brad, that's fine.

Yes, that's right, Betty.

She had some things to do

out of town,

but she's home now,

and everything is just...

fine and dandy.

Okey-dokey.

Well, it's been good chatting

with you, Morgan.

-You too!

-Take care.

You make sure

she gets some rest.

I will, absolutely.

I think these could use

some attention right there.

Who was that?

The Robinsons, sweetie.

Guess what?

They're going to have

a baby boy.

Oh, well, that would explain

why she looks half-dead,

like that thing was

eating her from the inside.

-Honey!

-Can you imagine?

She actually has a d*ck

growing inside her body.

It's f*cking disgusting

when you think about it.

Oh, my--

My God, sweetie,

look at your hand.

Does that hurt?

No.

Come on,

let's get you cleaned up.

Come on.

-It doesn't hurt?

-No.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Morgan?

Honey?

I remember our honeymoon.

It was the best.

Yeah.

We did have a great time.

But then there's

this bitter taste in my mouth.

'Cause you started to act

like such a prick.

You know, gradually,

the more successful--

Barb.

-...I became...

-Honey.

...you became

a total f*cking monster, Morgan.

-That's why I ran away.

-How can you say that?

That's why I keep running away.

Honey! This isn't a prison.

You have the kind of freedoms

most women only dream of.

- But...

- Remember, we discussed

it was best you took a step back

from this fantasy world.

That's what triggered

your last episode,

if you recall.

Hey.

Don't be like that.

You know I love you

very, very much,

and I wouldn't

do anything to hurt you.

If I'm scratchy, it's just that

I don't want to lose you again.

Does that feel good?

Hmm...

Mm...

You sweet little baby girl.

Oh! Ow!

Ow!

Look what you did!

Look what I did?

Oh, no. It...

...must've slipped off.

I've been a naughty boy, hmm?

Now I'm in very bad trouble.

Are you gonna spank my bum-bum

and make me play pee--

Off to your little hiding place?

You pay more attention

to those f*cking monsters

than you do to me!

Please don't leave me again.

I'll do anything you say.

I... I'll change!

I'll change.

Barb, please.

Please, please, no!

Hey, wait.

Come back inside, Barb.

Let's talk! Let's talk.

Please, Barb. Talk to me.

Talk to me!

I love you!

Hey.

Jesus.