Then at the last second, you slam your hand down on the gear-shift and put the motor into 'forward'.

    Immediately the boat travels away from you, and your crotch is out of immediate danger.

    The sudden shift knocks Bud off-balance and he splashes into the water nearby.

    You bolt for the shore.

    Bud is close behind.

    He morphs into a hawk to increase his speed.

    You are almost to the boathouse when you hear a gunshot ring out.

    You expect it to be have hit you, but you feel no pain.

    Then you hear a voice:

    "Looks like I got the bloody bastard."

    It's Shven!

    You look back toward the beach and see the crumpled bird.

    "Shven!" you say.  "Look, man, we gotta get outta here!  That bird is really Bud Powell, and he's gonna morph and kick both our asses!  C'mon, we gotta go!"

    "Blimey!" says Shven.  "It's just a stupid bird.  Besides, I'm supposed to meet Katie here at the boathouse at midnight.  She's going to bring my wooden leg, some plastic sheets, my pubic hair comb, Ricardo's monkey, a pair of Daisy Dukes, a beer, a bad joke..."

    You give up on Shven and head for the secret passage back to the basement.

    You crawl through the tunnel hoping Bud will take a while to regenerate and won't follow your trail.

    Finally you emerge in the basement.

    Katie is there.

    "Hey, Brad," she says.

    "Hi, Katie," you say.  "Boy have I had a rough day."

    "Hey, um, I was wondering if you could maybe drive me up to Powell Camp by midnight tonight?" says Katie.  "...And can I borrow your pubic hair comb?"