craftycorn walks through the house, holding her sketchbook and crayon. She steps in the kitchen and screams. The others rush down to see the body of kickin chicken, a knife to his chest.

Craftycorn: oh my gosh!

Bobby bearhug: oh no, what did this!?

Bubba Bubbaphant: or who?!

catnap was the last downstairs, wondering what's up

craftycorn holds her mouth, trying to not vomit