Little Demon

Are you sure we should do our project on a whale?

What about all the cooler unsolved mysteries,

like people who jog for fun?

This isn't just any whale. This is 52.

He spent his life calling out at 52 hertz,

which is too high a frequency for other whales to hear.

Sounds like his life's a beach.

Hey-oh! Ha. Still work shopping that one.

Well, maybe the song isn't for other whales.

You know, it's just for himself.

It's like when I sing Stevie Nicks while

eating a sub at Hamboni's...

It's for me, and everyone else can...

Stand back.

Wait, you sing at the Hamboni's?

Yeah, man, their subs are ridick.

Dinner's ready!

Chrissy, Benny has told us so much about you.

Did you pass your algebra test retake?

- Mom. - Oh, my God, yeah, wow.

- I did. - Oh... sorry.

I tell my parents everything. - Nah, that's OK.

Congrats.

Miss Kim can be cold-blooded when grading,

but I guess all lizard people are like that.

Ay, no.

Don't worry about eating too much.

We have plenty left over.

So if you want seconds, or third, or fourths...

Our mom likes to have us all split our pants.

It's the Filipino way.

It's the Amalia way.

- Oh, you two. - I love this.

It's like I'm in an ABC sitcom.

Sinister music and chortling...

You better not go for a second helping, fat boy.

You think Chrissy wants a boy with a paunch like that?

Even if you sucked it in you'd just push out your man boobs.

- No boobs! - Say what?

I mean, no boos, only yays

because this meal was A-plus, Mom.

And it was so great, I'm done.

May I please be excused to feed Otis?

I gotta be honest, between the fresh food

and the reusable plates,

I feel like I'm in a five-star restaurant.

Is everything OK at home?

No.

I'm just kidding. Ha ha! Sort of.

May I be excused to help Bennigan feed Otis?

Of course.

Get some gloves though. He snaps.

Otis, not Bennigan.

No more.

I've done enough. I'm done.

Oh, Chrissy, hi. Hello.

Hey, I was coming to help you with Otis.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, let's feed that reptilian fiend. Ha.

Uh... you OK?

As OK as the classic and underperformed

Rodgers and Hammerstein musical.

You sure you don't want anything else?

Some soda cans? A popcorn machine?

Iggy, give the girl our fruit bowl.

No, no, I'm fine. Thank you for having me over.

Now I won't have to scrounge for food at the 7-Eleven

for a whole other week.

Ha, ha, ha, just joshing, kind of.

Thanks again.

Hmm.

Whoa, that can't be.

A self-portrait... no better way

to face the truth about yourself

and try to change who you are.

Damn.

Could use a couple more inches of fat gut.

I gotta help him.

Holy shit, do lizards have two penises?

*LITTLE DEMON* Season 01 Episode 06

Episode Title: "The Antichrist's Monster" Aired on: September 22, 2022.

Hey, Mom, I have a question.

Let's say I have a friend who may or may not have a problem.

A friend, huh?

You don't have to speak in code, honey.

Masturbation is perfectly natural.

And girls can do it too. - What? Eew! No!

It's a necessary destressor, and you can do it anywhere...

- Jesus. Never mind. Forget it. - ...In bed, in the school

bathroom, before a test.

Hey, Snake with Arms, my dad around?

I got this friend I want to help and thought maybe

there was a power that...

Wait, that's not... what is everyone's obsession with...

Come on, don't you want to chew your yeti bone

or fetch your gorgon balls?

Snake with Arms, I told you to leave me alone.

Flicking the bean already?

God damn it, I can't deal with this shit right now.

She-she can't see me like this.

Tell her to go to my study.

She'll find what she needs there.

It ain't me, but it's the next best thing.

My dad journals?

Hello, Satan.

Which of your glorious musings would you like

to revisit today, hot stuff?

How do I, um, change...

I heard change.

I have 2,503,859 volumes on changing...

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changing Bowie's contract

Changing the game,

a new way to fart without sound.

I think I changed the past and fucked everything up...

Wait, no.

I just don't remember that chair there.

Let me finish.

How do I change the way someone thinks about themselves?

How to change the way someone

thinks about themselves.

Closest match...

Changing minds, A satanic discovery

on manipulation and how to make soft-brained losers

give you shit.

Well, I guess that's the closest I'll get.

"735 BC, mercury phase."

Rolling hard at King Midas's

when I come across this golden toilet,

most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Fucker wouldn't give it to me.

So I used a new trick to convince him

that everything he touches is gold.

Ha, what a ding dong.

He's so busy thinking he's turning things into gold,

he gave me this solid gold shitter.

I think I'll call this new trick Mind Mess-em-ups.

Bingo.

I guess I knew this day was coming.

Never show weakness.

The only pain that matters is the pain you inflict,

Varsity Blues.

Hey, Snakey, uh, I, uh...

Shut up and fuck off.

All right, I'll call her.

OK, Chrissy, you got this. Let's do it.

Let's save our best friend.

I'll get it.

First, you want to square your hips

to establish dominance.

Chrissy, to what do I owe the pleasure?

I got you the latest issue of your favorite comic,

The Roo-Stars, to remind you that you're not alone.

Chrissy, that's so clucking nice of you.

I do have one more thing for you.

Rapid burp their name three times.

Bennigan, Bennigan, Bennigan.

Then stare into their eyes and yell with authority.

Mind mess 'em ups!

Next, recite mantra that summarizes

what you want them to experience.

For example, you will see blades of grass

as little dicks.

You will see the beauty in everything.

Oh, family sculpture time.

Now let's see what Benny sees.

Yes. Ha ha.

In the mind of every artist, there is a masterpiece.

Ugh.

I knew nothing good ever comes from flossing.

I'll give you something to floss with.

- I'm hanging up. - Just wait, you shrill cow.

It's important.

Bark Woofalo is dying.

Wait, what? He must have died years ago.

What are you talking about? - He didn't.

His soul's been living in the body of a hellhound

for the past 13 years.

Fucking God... you body swapped our dog?

I was in need of companionship

because some psycho bitch kidnapped my newborn daughter.

King of revisionist history over here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Anyway, hellhounds are eternal.

But earthly dog souls aren't.

They're too pure to live in a corporeal body for too long,

and it's time for Woofalo to move on.

But the dog won't fucking die, OK?

And I think...

I think he's holding out because he wants to see you.

Oh, yeah, sure, sure, sure.

Yeah, our dog, in a hellhound, wants to see me.

See? Here he is, OK?

Oh, that could be any hellhound.

Look, I don't give a shit.

I prefer you don't come anyway.

Wait, hold on.

Wait, you and Satan had a dog together?

That's a massive reveal.

Bark Woofalo was a puppy we found together.

We were high on reindeer urine. We had just watched Zodiac,