While Mortimer is off getting a royal chewing out from his mother, Bella, with Cassandra in tow, stops by Ginia Kat's to check up on yesterday's welcoming.
"But Mom, I don't wanna go in there. It stinks like cat pee pee.""Shush, Cassandra. Don't say anything rude in front of Mrs. Kat. She's a nice old woman who loves her cats."
"Why doesn't her maid clean out the litter boxes?""Honey, not everybody can afford a maid."
"They can't! Then who cleans their houses?""Why, they do it themselves."
"They clean their own houses?! Even the bathrooms?! Eeew, being poor is nasty.""Cassandra!"
"Bella! Cassandra! Quickly, come inside before it's too late!"
"Too late? What are you talking about?""I'll explain once we're inside. I've had my house blessed so we should be safe."
"Ginia, I came by to see how yesterday went for you."
"It went awful! Oh Bella, you have no idea what EVIL has come to our neighborhood, our town! I have to warn everyone! I should call the paper, The SimVille Snoop.""Slow down, Ginia, slow down. What are you talking about?"
"Yesterday I went over to welcome the new family to the neighborhood, just like you told me to. But do you know what is living at Number 4 Sim Lane?""No."
"Demons! Fire-breathing fiends from the depths of Hell! They've come to steal our souls and eat our brains!""Mommy, what's she talking about," Cassandra asked, her voice starting to shake with fear.
"Ginia, please. You're frightening my daughter.""She should be frightened. We should all be frightened."
Bella was becoming more and more alarmed. "What exactly did you see yesterday?"The elderly woman sighed in frustration. "I told you, demons! A huge ugly creature with a long tongue, white face and high heeled shoes. Of course I went straight to Father O'Sim about this. He'll use his powers to banish those misbegotten spawns of Lucifer."
"Father O'Sim? You got him involved in this?""Of course. Who else can get the job done?"
Bella's head started to throb, much like she supposed her hung over husband's felt. It was supposed to be a simple welcoming to the neighborhood. Since she was the President of the Welcoming Committee, this mess would be laid at her doorstep."Don't go to Sim Lane," Ginia warned. "You'll be turned into a zombie!"
"Oh Ginia, what have you done. I'd better go straighten this out. I just don't know where to go to first, the Orphanage or the house on Sim Lane."
"Mommy, I don't wanna go to Sim Lane. I don't wanna be turned into a zombie," Cassandra cried."Well I don't have time to take you back home."
"She can stay here with me," Ginia offered. "I can bake a nice cake to go with our tea.""Mom," Cassandra whispered, "Don't leave me here! It smells! Let me walk home."
"It's too far for you to walk alone," her mother replied. "No, you're better off staying here until I get back."
On a mission for Satan, Gargoyle goes to check out the new neighbors on Sim Lane. He's greeted at the door by bass player Gene Simmons.
"Whoa, dude! Cool outfit. Who are you with?"The fiend wasn't sure what the pseudo-demon was meaning. "I am with the Dark Master."
"Dark Master, eh. Sounds like goth-rock. Are you a local act?""Y-yes, we reside here in SimVille."
"We just moved here ourselves, my bandmates and I. We're working on our sound and needed some privacy. But where are my manners? Please, come in. We were just having breakfast."
Paul Stanley welcomed Gargoyle into their midst. "I love your wings.""You do?" No one had ever complimented Gargoyle on his wings before.
"And your horns," drummer Peter Chriss added. "Where did you get them?""I-I've always had them."
"You must stay for cake," Paul insisted. "Ace is getting it hot out of the oven just now.""It's my mother's recipe," Ace proudly proclaimed.
"Oh, I couldn't," Gargoyle protested, although the smell was tantalizing."Please, there's plenty to go around."
Meanwhile, Cassandra was having to sit through a long historical retrospect of where and when old Mrs. Kat got her pets.
"Then I got Boots that summer. So that's where all my wittle wubbles came from. Now you sit here and enjoy looking at the portraits of my ancestors while I go bake us a nice cake."
It was just the break the young lass had been waiting for. While Ginia Kat was distracted, Cassandra decided to make her escape. When would her mother accept that she was ten years old? She was almost a woman! She could walk home by herself just fine. As she slipped quietly out the front door, little did Cassandra know that at that moment a stray ember from the fireplace had jumped out onto the carpet.
"Mmm, mmm, doesn't this smell good, Cassandra? Cassandra?"
But instead of finding a little girl, Ginia found a roaring inferno!
Impatient, Satan casts a spell over his telescope so that he can see over to Sim Lane and keep tabs on Gargoyle's progress.
"What in Belzebub's Name is he doing over there?!"
KISS gives their new friend an exclusive listen to some of the material they have been working on.
