Two monsters are hiding under little Billy Johnson’s bed, waiting for their chance to strike. They have yet to be successful, but feel that tonight is the night.
Red-eyed Monster: Tonight, we shall finally feast on little Billy.
Big-toothed Monster: Indeed. We shall start with his ankles, since they will be dangling over the bed any second now.
Red-eye: Yes. If we miss that chance, we can always grab his hand when it dangles over the side as he sleeps.
Big-tooth: I can’t believe it. Tonight is the night.
(Little Billy runs into his room, but leaps into his bed.)
Red-eye: No! He jumped!
Big-tooth: How does he know?
Red-eye: Don’t worry, any second now…wait. What is he doing? Oh no!
Big-tooth: This kid is just toying with us.
Red-eye: Who told him that there is nothing that can penetrate his blanket? Who leaked this? Was it you?
Big-tooth: No, it wasn’t me! Was it you?
Red-eye: (Slaps Big-tooth in face.) Get hold of yourself! Look at him. He’s pulled it clear up to his neck. We can do nothing. He is safe.
Red-eye: Dangit indeed.