Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 19

Dangelique fell out the window crushing Mrs. Woodson. They both died.
Gornibas turned his gaze towards the monster that was Harold. "Now Herferdshire," he grinned, "You shall find out what it means to double-cross Gornibas 'the' Terrible!"
"Goddammit my name’s HAR-" Harold disappeared. In an alternate universe in a parallel dimension in an enigma he materialized. And everywhere there were clowns, Clowns, CLOWNS! "No!" shouted Harry as circus music turned his very being into the consistency of cotten candy.
Back home, Gornibas laughed hysterically holding the amulet up to his eye. "Now, he said, to take care of some business." He stepped out of the old house only to find...Antigone again pointing a shotgun loaded with garlic directly at his face.
"I don't know how you got away before, but I'm gonna make sure that you never do it again," she growled.
"Must we be so melodramatic my dear?" said Gornibas with all the suaveness of a laissez faire.
"Yes. We must." She cocked the shotgun. Gornibas waited, holding the amulet in his pocket.

Bobby and Elizabeth were excavating the wine cellar, still looking for Bobby's child (they did not realize that Bobby's child was the monstrosity that Jeeves had shot), and having a good time of it.
"You know honey," said bobby, "I'm having a damn good time of this. I don't care if we ... if we ..if we EVer find this kid or get married. I'm just so happy to be with you and your family's huge wine collection."
"You're so romantic," said Elizabeth. "Now chug this chianti!"
The undead and Bob with the cat's mind surveyed the scene quietly. They were getting ready to kill Bobby.
"Are you ready Bob?" said the undead.
"Time to take out the creature-from-the-black-lagoon-spore-bearing-creature-trash! meow," replied Bob.
All of a sudden, the undead crumpled to the ground.
"What's wrong Dr Langee? meow," said Bob.
The undead got back up. "I'm no longer Dr. Langee. His evil grasp on me is over. I can live my life again. But who am I?"...
Bobby leaned on Elizabeth. "Hey, can I have anothsher drink? I'd really like anosther drink."
"So would I," said Elizabeth, "We have so much in common.
They both hiccuped and passed out.

(OP: Nate, November 7 2006)