A rainy day in Horrorland meant many things. It meant the park would be closed...it meant stores wouldn't open, and it meant the horror's had a day off; Kal had been waiting for such a day. He'd wanted to do this since Mystery X left; he'd wanted to visit Madame Doom.

If there was anyone in Horrorland that could find a dummy...then it's another dummy. Kal spotted Slappy lazily standing near the entrance's garbage can. "You ready or not snot-skin?" The orange haired midget bellowed at Kal.  The Horror gave the dummy a small nod. "C'mon then," Slappy yawned before stomping off to wherever he was leading Kal.

Slappy led the young Horror through many twists and turns in the park that he had not known existed; mainly because they involved him crouching down or crawling; The orange haired dummy was much shorter than him after all... "We're almost there," Slappy would inform him every few more minutes or so.

At long last, after about a half-hour, the trio emerged from a thicket of bushes and right in front of Madame Doom's stand. "What is it you want to know from her?" Slappy asked while he knocked on a wooden side of the old stand. "I just want to know if X made it home safely." Kal lied; he wanted to ask if he'd ever see the girl again...but knew better than to ask and get the answer he didn't want...so he'd ask if she was safe.

The dummy sighed in annoyance. "Listen monster-guts...she was human and you weren't. Get over it." It was Slappy's way of telling him to cheer up and move on. "I just...I can't...not until I know she's okay." Kal's answer was also a lie. He just wanted something to do that involved her...even if she wasn't physically with him.

An old feminine gypsy-like doll popped her head out from the window. "Your fortune for you I will tell...or is it someone elses I should fortell?" The elderly dummy asked. "Madame Doom..it's me..the janitor Kal Tupelo. I wanted to know how Mystery X made it home safely." He answered.

This was the second time he'd ever seen the dummy....the last time she had let him hide X in the stand while on the run from a few horrors. The stand was very small and he X had to sit in his lap just to fit them both. Kal blushed at the memory and Madame Doom had obviously been remembering the same thing.

"Look into this ball here...there you'll see that lovely dear."

Kal did as the gypsy instructed and looked into the crystal ball in front of her.

A girl sat on a swing set in a run-down looking backyard. She was sitting next to a boy that looked her age. Both were really happy even though it was pouring down rain. The boy said something to the girl and kissed her on the cheek and she blushed but pushed him away.

The boy became angry and said something else before stomping away. The girl frowned and took an old hat out of her pocket; two fake horns were sown onto it's sides; it was the Horrorland souvenir hat that Kal had given her.

The mist in the glass fogged over the scene and began to swirl around once more. "Feelings for her you have true. Perhaps she lied? Perhaps she returns them too. Now that depends, on that I'll safely assume. Is she one day a bride of a monster or a groom?" Madame Doom asked. "I...don't...know." He answered.

Kal dragged Slappy away from the stand with a quick wave goodbye to the gypsy dummy. "Did you see?! Did you?!" Kal asked Slappy happily once they were a good distnace away.  "I...uh...saw something else..." Slappy admitted slowly. "You saw Amy?" He asked the orange haired midget. "So what if I did slime-bucket!" Slappy shouted before running off as quickly as Kal had ever seen him go. Was it his imagination, or did the Horror see a few tears coming off of the dummy's eyes?

Kal finally found the dummy another hour later. He was sitting in a corner sulking his eyes out. "W-what did you see?" He asked his wooden friend. "She was with a human boy...that's MY slave! Not his! How dare he place kisses on her like that!" Slappy went back to his sulking.

The Horror's smile dropped. "Sorry..." it was the only thing Kal could think to say as he saw his usually snobbish and rude comrade cry for the same reason he had been aching.