"Well?" demanded Granny Gold. Her small black eyes glittered malevolently inside the yellow spectacles. "Did you succeed in plunging the Plastic family into a deep depression causing them to leave their home vacant in a way which would only suit an evil elderly woman and her spare part of a husband?"
"I am listening, you know," Grandad Gold said mildly.
"Er..." Brandon played for time. He was a good liar, under normal circumstances. But nobody could lie to Granny Gold. She seemed to see into your soul somehow. He bounced the football under his foot a few times.
"Leave it!" shrieked Granny Gold. "You didn't, did you?"
"I did help Mary Plastic to make friends with the Uterus girls and I convinced Ray Plastic that life was worth living," blurted out Brandon, cursing himself for having to tell Granny Gold the truth. "But I didn't mean to!"
Granny Gold grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. "Do you know, Brandon, I thought I saw something in you once. A spark. I thought I saw a glimpse of myself at a young age, the little girl who pulled the wings off flies. But it appears I was mistaken."
"No, no you weren't mistaken! I can pull the wings off flies!" Brandon said desperately. "I just need to find one..."
"Silence!" cried Granny Gold. "Don't be ridiculous. We have gone beyond flies. Far, far beyond."
"What about daddy long legs?" Grandad Gold suggested.
Granny Gold ignored him. "I'm sending you back out there," she hissed at Brandon. "And this time you're going to send that pathetic Ray Plastic completely round the twist."
"Like me?" Grandad Gold suggested. I'm full of ideas today, he thought proudly to himself.
"Oh, worse than you. Brandon is going to show Ray Plastic the edge of the world, aren't you, Brandon?"
At that moment a burst of dramatically evil music filled the room.
"Sorry," said Grandad Gold. "My mobile."
He put his hand in his pocket to answer it. Granny Gold snatched the phone and threw it across the room where it shattered on the floor.
"As I was saying. The edge of the world, Brandon."
"But... I don't know where the edge of the world is," stuttered Brandon.
"Then let me take you there," said Granny Gold. She paused a moment. This time there was no spooky music. She glared expectantly at Brandon.
"Dah - dah - dah!" sung Brandon unhappily.
