"Ah!" Shelly screamed as she fell forward and splashed into the water. The worst part was that she could not swim, and that alone was perfect for Mary-Ellen.

Or so she thought.

Mary-Ellen watched her enemy sinking. Down, down, down until her whole body was engulfed in the water. She snickered.

"You should have stayed down while you had the chance."

And that was it. Shelly was a goner, and Mary-Ellen had won.

As she was walking away from the docks, a hand reached up and clamped down on her ankle. She let out a gasp and almost fell.

"What the...?!"

Something rose from the water. But it was not something. It was somebody.

"Do not think that you will be able to walk freely from this," Shelly told her. She quickly crawled onto the docks. "And me!"

Shelly wasted no time to react and let her anger take over her. She pounced on Mary-Ellen and held her down. She then slapped and punched her until she was completely injured or Stine and the cops showed up.

Mary-Ellen was not getting away. Not this time.

"You...will...never...hurt...my family...again!" Shelly threatened.

"That is enough!"

Shelly stopped and looked up. It was Stine, and behind him were Slappy and the babies. Tamara and Tara - now called Avery - were crawling around and playing with each other.

Shelly was happy to see them. "Mr. Stine! Slappy!"