In a tastefully appointed upstairs parlor, Fake Drag-Queen Raoul shakily orders the trio of murderous brats to show themselves right this instant. The evil wraiths immediately comply, and Fake Drag-Queen Raoul manages to guilt-trip them long enough to loosen, somewhat, their hold on the hotel's points of egress. Blubber and The Brain somehow squeeze through a crack in the front door, but everything goes to hell when Fake Drag-Queen Raoul's Blackberry belches out her obnoxious ringtone. Downstairs, the front door slams shut against Darling Sammy's remarkably broad back, while up in the parlor, the murderous brats set their sights on Fake Drag-Queen Raoul. DUN! Dean, equipped with a cast-iron fire poker out in the hallway, rolls his eyes and spins around through the parlor's entrance. Brandishing his poker, he orders Fake Drag-Queen Raoul to run, then prepares to whack the obnoxious little murderous brats clear into the next METAL TEETH CHOMP!

Gore Orphanage Cemetery. Immediate aftermath. Blubber and The Brain strain to unearth the proper sets of bones in a reasonable amount of time, but The Brain's already worked himself to exhaustion, and he goes all Corpse Desecration Barbie on the audience's collective ass to whine, "Gravedigging is hard! I'm gonna throw up!" Blubber offers him a few kind words of encouragement, and they've soon redoubled their efforts just as...

...the murderous brats telekinetically fling Dashing El Deano against a wall! "VIOLENCE!" shrieks Raoul. "WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT DEAN-FLINGING VIOLENCE!" and what happened to your rules, my scaly friend? "I've thrown them away for this episode! VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!" Unfortunately for Raoul and his hastily discarded rules, Darling Sammy bounds into the tastefully appointed parlor in the nick of time, retrieves Dean's dropped cast-iron fire poker from the floor, whips the iron bar through the little beasties' bodies, and the Hell-sent moppets instantly dissolve into a gigantic spray of gooey ghost bits. Our Intrepid Heroes take a moment to congratulate each other, but their triumph is short-lived, for the rapidly reappearing murderous brats have just telekinetically flung Darling Sammy against a wall! "VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!"