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The Jellies was a decent show on Adult Swim. Extremely underrated possibly due to Adult Swim didn't give it as much as exposure.


Ever wonder what it would be like for the Jellies to have a Poltergeist themed episode?





The battered minivan, affectionately nicknamed "The Vomit Comet" by KY. Inside was a family of Jellyfish who resdied in Walla Walla Washington. The member who stuck out the most was Cornell. a black child now a teenager who had been adopted by the Jellyfish. Ever since he found out he was adopted, Cornell always struggled to find his place in the world. Not to mention his biological parents.


The Minivan rattled along the highway, a cacophony of squeaks, groans, and the faint scent of stale grape soda. Inside, Barry, sporting a faded "Kiss the Cook" apron over his Hawaiian shirt, gripped the steering wheel like a man wrestling a greased pig.


Debbie, eyes closed, hummed a tuneless melody, occasionally patting the dashboard as if reassuring a nervous pet. KY, plugged into her earbuds, scrolled through her phone, her expression a mask of teenage ennui.


And in the back, Cornell, his lanky frame crammed between a cooler and a stack of board games, stared out the window, a mix of resentment and longing swirling in his eyes.


"Are we there yet?" Cornell whined, for what felt like the millionth time.

"Cornell, we've only been driving for, like, three hours," KY retorted, not bothering to remove her earbuds. "Relax. It's not like you've got a hot date waiting for you in Yakima."

"I do have friends," Cornell mumbled, "RG and Reggie are probably having a way better time than I am right now."

"Oh, poor Cornell," Debbie cooed, opening her eyes. "Mommy feels your pain. But think of the fresh mountain air! Think of the rustic cabin! We'll have s'mores, and maybe we'll even see a bear!"

"Yeah, a bear that eats me because I'm the only one who cares about my social life," Cornell muttered.

Barry, finally snapping, slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "Cornell, enough! We're going on this family vacation, and you're going to enjoy it, or so help me, I'll turn this van around, and we'll spend the rest of the week at that truck stop with the singing toilets!"

"Singing toilets?" KY asked, a flicker of morbid curiosity in her eyes.

"It's a long story," Barry sighed, his shoulders slumping. "A very long, very disturbing story."

The cabin, when they finally arrived, was a dilapidated structure that looked like it had been lifted straight from a horror movie set. It creaked and groaned in the wind, and the overgrown yard was littered with gnarled trees and suspiciously shaped mounds of earth.

"Home sweet home," Barry announced, forcing a cheerful tone.

A neighbor across the street tells Barry, "Be careful in that cabin! There's some strange occurances for those who enter."

Barry implies in a sarcastic sense "Just how strange exactly?"

"You don't want to know." The neighbor gave a fair and final warning. Then the neighbor came running back fore Barry, Debbie, Cornell, and KY were going to enter.

"If anything happens call this medium lady." The neighbor hands Barry a card.

"Okay, then. I will. " Barry waves as the neighbor runs back to his house.
Debbie, clapped her hands. "It's so…rustic! Like something out of 'Little House on the Prairie,' but, you know, with more…moss."

KY rolled her eyes. "More like 'Portrait Of A Serial Killer,' but with less charm."
Cornell, meanwhile, was already sulking in his room, which was located in the attic and had a distinct damp, musty smell. "I wish I was back home," he grumbled, scrolling through EG's and Reggie's' Instagram stories. "They're probably at the arcade, playing that new virtual reality game."

As night fell, an eerie silence settled over the cabin. The American National Athem started to play. The wind howled through the trees, and the shadows danced across the walls, taking on menacing shapes. Cornell, lying in bed, couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Suddenly, the television in his room flickered to life, static filling the screen. A swirling vortex of light appeared in the center of the static, and a ghostly voice echoed through the room.

"Cornell…come to us…we can take you to your friends…" "but first, tell us their names."

"They're names are RG and Reggie." Cornell told the voice in the portal.

Cornell, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, leaned forward. "Who are you? How do you know about my friends?"

"We are the spirits of this land," the voice hissed. "We can grant your wish. Just step through the portal…"

Before Cornell could think twice, he reached out and touched the screen. The vortex sucked him in, and the television went black.

Downstairs, Barry, Debbie, and KY were playing a tense game of Monopoly. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the cabin.

"Cornell!" Debbie cried, her eyes welling up with tears. "I feel him! He's in trouble!"

Barry, grabbed a flashlight and a rusty wrench. "Alright, everyone, let's not panic. He probably just fell down the stairs or something."

They searched the cabin, but Cornell was nowhere to be found. His room was empty, except for the flickering television screen.

Then, they heard a faint voice coming from the television. "Barry! Debbie! KY! Help me! I'm trapped in another dimension!"

"Another dimension?" Barry exclaimed, his voice cracking. "What in the name of 'Honey, I Blew Up The Kid' is going on?"

The television screen flickered again, revealing a glimpse of Cornell, his face contorted in terror, surrounded by grotesque, demonic figures.

"They're demons!" Cornell screamed. "They want to keep me here!"

Debbie burst into tears. "My baby! We have to save him!"

"Alright, alright, calm down, Debs," Barry said, patting her shoulder awkwardly. "We'll figure this out. We'll call a psychic medium. Like this one of the card that suspicious neighbor handed to me."

They called Barrona Tangino, a local psychic medium known for her eccentric methods and questionable credentials. Was the name on the card. When she arrived, she was wearing a sequined turban and carrying a crystal ball that looked suspiciously like a disco ball.

"Greetings, earthlings," she announced, her voice a dramatic whisper. "I sense a disturbance in the spiritual realm. A portal has been opened, and your son is trapped in a dimension of…demonic disco dancers!"

"Demonic disco dancers?" Barry repeated, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes," Barrona nodded solemnly. "They are creatures of pure evil, fueled by the rhythm of the night. They crave the souls of the living, and they will not rest until they have Cornell!"

"We have to get him back," Debbie sobbed. "I can feel him. He's so scared."

"The youngest adopted child is always the most beloved," KY muttered, crossing her arms. "Nobody cares about my feelings."

"KY, this isn't the time for your teenage angst," Barry snapped. "Your brother's life is at stake!"

Barrona placed her hands on the television screen, her eyes closed. "I am channeling Cornell…he is close…but the demons are strong…"

On the television screen, Cornell was struggling against the demons, who were trying to drag him into a swirling vortex of darkness.

"Barry! Debbie! KY! Help me!" he screamed.

"We're coming, Cornell!" Barry yelled, grabbing the wrench. "I'm going to bust that screen open, and we're going to get you out of there!"

He swung the wrench, but the screen remained intact.

"It's no use," Barrona said, her voice strained. "The portal is too strong. We need to work together. We need to create a psychic energy field!"

She instructed them to hold hands and concentrate on Cornell's image. Debbie cried and prayed. Barry tried to threaten the demons. KY sighed and begrudgingly joined the ritual.

"Come on, Cornell," KY muttered, her voice barely audible. "Get your lanky self out of there."

As they focused their energy, the television screen began to flicker and shake. Cornell's image grew clearer, and he reached out his hand, his fingers almost touching the screen.

"I'm almost there!" he cried.

But just as he was about to break free, the demons surged forward, pulling him back into the darkness.

"No!" Debbie screamed. "We can't lose him!"

"KY, you have to help us!" Barry yelled. "Put your jealousy aside for five seconds and help your brother!"

KY, her eyes filled with a sudden surge of determination, stepped forward. "Alright, fine. But this better be worth it."

She closed her eyes and focused all her energy on the television screen. A surge of power emanated from her, and the screen began to crack.

With a final, desperate lunge, Cornell burst through the screen, landing on the floor in a heap. The television screen exploded, showering the room with sparks and static.

The demons, vanquished by the combined psychic energy of the Jellies family, disappeared into thin air.

Cornell, shaken but unharmed, hugged his family tightly. "Thank you," he whispered. "I thought I was never going to get out of there."

"You're safe now, son," Barry said, patting him on the back. "We're never going to let anything happen to you again."

"Yeah, even if you're annoying," KY added, giving him a playful shove.

"I love you guys," Cornell said, a genuine smile spreading across his face.


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The morning after Cornell's rescue, a strange, lingering energy hung in the cabin, thick and unsettling. Barrona Tangino, announced, "The spiritual residue from the portal is potent! We must conduct a seance, to cleanse this dwelling and ensure those… rhythmic fiends… do not return."

Debbie readily agreed. "Oh, yes! We can't leave this place with that…that funk hanging in the air!"

Barry, despite his skepticism, found himself oddly compelled. "Fine. But if I start levitating and speaking in tongues, I'm blaming you, Barrona."

KY, still radiating a faint aura of psychic power, rolled her eyes but reluctantly joined the circle. "Just get this over with. I have a new playlist to listen to."

Cornell, still a bit pale, sat nervously beside his mother. "Are you sure this is safe?"

"Perfectly safe, my dear," Barrona reassured him, arranging the furniture into a circle and placing her crystal (disco) ball in the center. "Just a little… communing with the other side."

She dimmed the lights, lit a few oddly scented candles, and began to chant in a language that sounded vaguely like a mix of Italian and gibberish. "Spirits of the realm, we summon thee! Show us your presence! Reveal your secrets!"

The air grew heavy, and the candles flickered wildly. A cold breeze swept through the room, even though all the windows were closed. The crystal ball began to glow, swirling with iridescent colors.

Suddenly, a faint, rhythmic thump echoed through the cabin. The floorboards vibrated, and a shimmering, translucent figure appeared in the center of the circle. It was a demonic disco dancer, its form distorted and flickering, its eyes glowing with malevolent energy.

"Greetings, mortals," the figure hissed, its voice a distorted echo of a disco beat. "You have disturbed our dance. We will not tolerate this intrusion."

Debbie screamed and clung to Barry. "Oh, my word! It's back!"

Barry, despite his fear, stood his ground. "We're not here to cause trouble. We just want to make sure you stay on your side of the portal."

"Your side is our side," the demon hissed. "The rhythm is eternal. The dance is never-ending."

KY, surprisingly, spoke up. "Look, we get it. You like to boogie. But you're scaring my mom, and you messed with my brother. So, how about you take your dance party somewhere else?"

The demon seemed taken aback by KY's directness. "You…you dare to defy us?"

"Yeah, we do," Cornell said, finding his voice. "We're not afraid of you anymore."

Barrona, sensing an opportunity, raised her hands. "Spirits, I command you! By the power of the cosmic groove, I banish you from this plane!"

She began to dance, a strange, hypnotic sway that seemed to channel the very rhythm of the universe. The crystal ball pulsed with light, and the room filled with a cacophony of disco beats and psychic energy.

The demon recoiled, its form flickering and fading. "You cannot stop the dance! We will return!"

With a final, ear-splitting thump, the demon vanished, leaving behind a lingering scent of cheap glitter and sulfur.

The room fell silent, the only sound the gentle crackling of the candles. Debbie sighed in relief, and hugged Cornell. "Oh, thank goodness. I thought we were going to be stuck with those disco fiends forever."

Barry patted Barrona on the back. "Well, I'll be. You actually did it. I'm impressed."

"It was nothing," Barrona said, adjusting her sequined turban. "Just a little… spiritual housecleaning."

KY, however, remained skeptical. "They said they'd be back. I don't think we've seen the last of them."

As they cleaned up the remnants of the seance, a faint, rhythmic thump echoed from the basement, followed by the distinct sound of a spinning disco ball. The Jellies family exchanged uneasy glances. The dance, it seemed, was far from over.

The rest of the vacation was uneventful. They went hiking, they played board games, and they even had s'mores by the campfire. The cabin, no longer haunted by demonic disco dancers, seemed almost…normal.

On their last night, as they packed their bags, Cornell noticed a faint glow emanating from the television. He cautiously approached it, and a familiar voice echoed through the room.

"We will return…we are always watching…"

Cornell shuddered, but he didn't tell his family. He didn't want to ruin their last night of vacation.

As they drove away from the cabin, Barry glanced back at the rearview mirror. The cabin stood silhouetted against the rising sun, a dark and ominous shape against the horizon.

"The end…or is it?" Barry said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

The Vomit Comet rattled down the road, carrying the Jellies family back to their bizarre and unpredictable lives, leaving the haunted cabin and its demonic disco dancers behind…for now.