It was a boring Sunday afternoon in Normal, IL where the Limbourg brothers, François and Sebastian, languished in their shared bedroom.
“Doorbell,” Sebastian observed.
“Did we order a pizza?” François asked.
“No, but we should have.”
“I wonder who’s at the door then…”
Sebastian shrugged. “It’s probably not Hazmat, either.”
“Hey! Maybe it’s that Ed McMayhem guy an’ he’s bringing us a million dollars!”
“Naaaah! The dude died.”
“Figures.” François sighed. “Think we should answer it anyway?”
“Mom & Dad aren’t home, so that pretty much leaves it up to us.”
“I can’t believe they left us alone while I’m grounded.”
“See? It’s working already,” Sebastian explained. “They’re starting to trust us.”
“I sure hope so. Come with me?” François mumbled sheepishly.
“Aw, c’mon!” Sebastian kicked the underside of Frankie’s top bunk mattress. “The new issue of Parasite Man came in the mail yesterday! I’m at the good part where he takes on Maggot Mutant and the Atomic Tapeworm. Can’t you do it?”
“I dunno…” François mumbled.
“What are you scared of?”
“Then go answer the door!” Sebastian snapped. “I swear, Frankie, you get weirder every day.”
“Maybe it’s the company I keep,” he scoffed.
With that, climbed down from the top bunk and padded down the hallway. He felt anxious but couldn’t put his finger on it.
Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!
“Keep yer shirt on!” François tried to sound tough. “I’m comin’!”
He peeked out the peep hole, didn’t see anyone and figured it must be some neighborhood kids fooling around.
Feeling confident, François flung open the door and what he saw rendered him speechless. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again but there was no sound. Finally, he managed a squeal: “He’s back! Sebo! You’re not gonna believe this!”
Sebastian, alerted by the surreal timbre of his brother’s voice, bounded out of the bedroom and was down the hallway within seconds, yelling, “Who’s back?
“Whaddaya talkin’ abou—?
And then he saw. “Whoa. Pendragon! No way!”