"This can't be happening again!" Candy Jane Cane whispers, as she watches the jittering Colt .45 aimed at her son Tucan's head. They should never have returned to Mongoose Falls. Her nerve endings ignite like Fourth of July sparklers, raw, glittery. She thought the trauma with Fruit Loops the Serial Killer was enough to deal with in one lifetime, and yet here she is, in the throughs of another serial killer, deemed Apple Jacks. Karma is most definitely crossed off her Christmas card list.