Question: What would you do if you lost your best friend's horse? Relax. This is purely hypothetical. But, seriously, what would you do? It's an easy Sunday at home while your wife's at work, and you look away for two minutes to make lunch for a couple of demanding toddlers. Somehow, by magical mist or advanced parkour, the monster is gone. Okay, fine. It's not hypothetical. The guy off of work is me, Thatcher Kelly, and the horse I lost is actually Kline's ginormous dog. But I still have his kids and demon cat, along with my own child and pig. I'm practically batting .667 at this point, and that's a pretty good average. Right? Or one short jump from the devil's number. Motherfluffer.