The Fireflys meet the Hawks, and Lardass

A different female woke them up shouting. "Where's Tiny? Oh, fer godsakes," she declared, coming down the steps. "I don't have time for all this!," she seemed to be arguing with someone else.

"Well izzee gonna kill em or fuck em or what?," yelled back a raspy-sounding man. "I think RJ has a thing for the freckle-faced redhead," he chortled. "He might wanna hump that one before Otis kills her."

"Grampa, yer language! Baby don't want em dead, at least not yet," the woman emerged from the shadows. Blonde like Baby but plumper, she was an older woman still statuesque and wearing a bustier, mini skirt and feather boa. She was carrying on a tray two plastic cups of water and a bowl of popcorn which she placed in front of the two bedraggled ladies. Moon was thirsty, greedily slurping down half the contents before realizing the well-water was sulphur-ridden and none too clean. She really didn't care though.

"Ma'am!," Sandoz called. "Please ma'am let us go," she pleaded as the woman turned a baleful eye to them.

"We didn't do anything, please let us go home," Moon joined, hoping to garner some sort of sympathy. The woman shook her head and continued on her way, mumbling something about Tiny neglecting his chores. "No, wait! Lady!," Moon yelled, but she was gone.

Later that day, Captain Spaulding paid them a visit. Moon's hopes of being saved were quickly dashed when the big clown (minus his facepaint this time) knuckledusted Larry with a vicious set of brass knuckles. Chunks of flesh could be seen being torn off his face and globs of crimson hitting the dusty floor. The man had stopped trying to scream long ago, and his head merely flopped around as he was struck, barely lucid. Baby had already carved 'Piggy' into his chest with a straight razor after Mrs. Firefly had given him some water to drink. After all, nobody wanted him to die before the fun was over.

Oh, no.

"I oughta bust yer balls in!," Spaulding was bellowing at him. "Charlie's got some extra-special plans for yer loser Klan friends. Yessirree, nobody's gonna miss their dumb white asses." He turned to Baby who was beaming with something in her hands...it appeared to be jumper cables. They were hooked up to a jury-rigged generator of some kind and she handed it to the nasty clown.

"Lesse if this thing I made works," she suggests.

Spaulding grinned and clamped one on his crotch. Faint groaning could be heard. The willowy blonde in tiny cutoffs threw the switch, sending a massive jolt right to Larry's privates. However before any grand electrocution could get under way it fizzled out, leaving the odor of ozone, melted metal and singed nut hair behind. "Shit," Baby swore, sorely disappointed. Then she gazed at the two women chained to the far wall, and smiled her devilishly cherubic smile.

Later that evening, Otis went down to the basement for a bit of entertainment, scratching his stomach. He was thinking of fucking one of the girls and making the other one watch when he discovered they were both GONE. What in the hell??

"RJ," he yelled, searching the ground floor rooms.

"What?," grumbled the hulking man, poking his head out from the tv room.

"Where's those two bitches? And where's Baby?," Otis wanted to know, growing frustrated.

"I dunno, Spaulding was here earlier then left, and Baby was playin her music real loud upstairs with the door closed and had Grampa all in a uproar," this was a veritable speech coming from Rufus. He was tired and just wanted to relax and watch television.

Otis stomped up the stairs, down the hall and threw open the door.

Baby was seated at her dressing-table powdering her face and chattering to none other than the two women they'd captured. "Katherine Hepburn? Oh Gawd, she gets on my nerves. What a snooty bitch," she was going on.

"What about Mae West? 'Come up and see me sometime,'" Moon chuckled. Baby replied that she wished she had big ol' tits like that, then giggled.

Sandoz was riffling though an old fashion magazine. "Oooh, ooh lookit this," she held it up. "You think I'd look good with that haircut?"

"What in all the hells is goin on?," screamed Otis, feeling as if he'd entered the Twilight Zone.

Baby looked up. "Oh hey, Otis. We were just goofin around."

"But they're my art! What am I gonna use?"

The blonde rolled her blue-green eyes. "Fuck, they're a lot more fun than those cheerleaders you bring in. And I got em shackled to the radiator, an' boy that thang ain't goin nowheres, hehe," she indicated the clasps around each of the girls' ankles. Sandoz waved at Otis, grinning nervously.

"Awright, fine. Keep yer toys. They'll be the death of us," he turned on his heel and was gone. Sounds of him throwing things against the walls could be heard, making Moon and Sandoz jump.

"Don't mind him," she assured the other two females. "He's been havin a dry spell. Must be an artist thing."