Episode Report Card Demian: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Farewell, My Liver
By Demian | Season 7 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.13.2004
Cut to Raige leading him into the Not-So-Great Hall, where the corpse of Wee Willie Wall-Eyes still sprawls on the floor. "What is he?" Kerr wonders. Upon learning the corpse is of the gnomish variety, Kerr snorts, "Great, so now you're going to tell me that leprechauns and fairies exist, too?" Oh, you are just begging for a beating, aren't you? Li'l Bulging Brody hovers over Wee Willie Wall-Eyes and quickly determines that the body was moved, as there's no blood spatter on the floor. He then retrieves Crossed, Double-Crossed from the corpse's side and returns to Raige as he notes authors' names on the cover. "The Mullen Brothers?" Raige repeats quizzically, not quite grasping the connection yet, because she's a moron. Kerr flips through the mostly empty pages as Raige leans in over his arm to realize, "It's not finished." Kerr lands on the last page of text, which faces a hastily inked illustration of a Packard-crammed city street, just as The Seductive Saxophone Of This Should Totally Suck arrives on the soundtrack. "'The streets were quiet after Shorty died,'" Kerr reads in a mocking tone. "'Too quiet,'" he finishes, snickering a bit to himself. "'Shorty'?" Raige repeats, blinking, her eyes darting over to the tiny corpse nearby. She gasps as she grasps what likely happened and barks, "Close the book!" Kerr's all, "What? Why?" as the pages in his hands glow white. The cloud of mojo erupts from the novel to envelop both Raige and Li'l Bulging Brody, who promptly vanish into the book, which then drops to the floor and snaps shut as the intense whirling noises whisk us down into...
...Crossed, Double-Crossed itself. The mojo cloud spins onto the pavement from above to deposit Raige and Li'l Bulging Brody in the middle of a black-and-white, tenement-lined streetscape. The camera tilts about ten disorienting degrees to the left as Li'l Bulging Brody blurts, "What happened? Where are we?" Off-screen, a car horn blares. Kerr wraps his arms around Raige's waist and yanks her over to the curb as a taxi speeds by. Once she catches her breath, Raige quickly groks to the fact that they've been sucked into the book, much as Wee Willie Wall-Eyes must have been. Kerr splutters his disbelief as Raige too casually flaps her hands around all, "Yeah, whatever. This happens all the time." "But," she amends, arching a wondering brow, "never in black and white." Kerr pulls an amusing double-take as he suddenly realizes that, yeah, there's no color. Heh. Just then, two gun-toting mooks appear behind them, the lead mook sneering, "Well, well. A couple of newcomers." "You've got to be kidding me," Kerr groans. "You pals of Shorty's?" the lead mook barks. Raige quickly flips into gun moll mode and snots, "Maybe we are. What's it to ya?" "Don't get wise with me, Legs," the leads mook snarls. Raige examines her jeans. Snerk. The lead mook babbles something about "the falcon" that supposedly belongs to "Johnny," before Kerr butts in with, "I think you got us confused with somebody else." The lead mook shakes his head and snorts, "I don't think so." Taking this as their cue, his henchmen haul out tommy guns to start blasting, but Kerr whips out his automatic first. The mooks dive behind a nearby sedan as Kerr screams at Raige to orb them out of there. Raige can't, of course, because her powers don't work in this fictional world, so the two dart off down the street as things get really, really, really loud with horns blaring and machine guns roaring and drums pounding and WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP, PLEASE? Kerr and Raige skitter around the corner as cantaloupes explode on a fruit stand caught in the crossfire. The shot cuts back to the henchthugs, still blasting away, as the camera lens irises closed to pinch us into the commercial break.