SKYE: Halt, slavering monstrosity! This dream is under the protection of the Night Guardians: Defenders of Dreamtime!

MONSTER: B’gah-ah-ah! Do you really think a little pink stuffed animal is going to stop me from terrifying little Jacob with a couple of plastic crystals?

THAYER: What about a blue stuffed animal, you diseased abomination?

MONSTER: Still not impressed. You guys are pretty much the same toy in different colors and with slightly different faces, so-

SKYE: Stop your insane gibbering, creeping foulness of slumberland!

MONSTER: Make me!

SKYE: I will!

MONSTER: So go ahead!

SKYE: I’m about to!

MONSTER: Good! I’m glad!

SKYE: I’m glad you’re glad!

MONSTER: Well, I’m not glad you’re glad! B’gah-ah-ah!

SKYE: Well, I am glad you’re not glad about me being-

THAYER: Oh, for crying out loud! Here, I’ll press my paw. Now watch this!

MONSTER: The crystal in your chest – and the others in different places around the room – they’re- they’re- glowing! No! Noooo! I’m- I’m disappearing- Nooooo! Vengeance will be miiiii…

SKYE: Well, that was pretty easy.

THAYER: Once you stopped yakking, it was. I don’t know why you get into it with these guys.

SKYE: I know, I know, I can’t help it. It’s why I don’t look at the competitive-eating message boards anymore. Those Kobayashi fanboys just make me-

THAYER: Hey, where’s Jacob’s dream going now?

SKYE: Looks like he’s about to walk into his first grade class. Well, that’s cool. Jacob likes school. I think our work here is done.

THAYER: Wait – there’s something not quite right about this…

SKYE: You’re right. Where are his pants?

THAYER: Uh-oh! I’ll take him a pair of jeans. OK, there we go.

SKYE: Whew! Close one!

THAYER: As long as he’s not trapped in the runaway bus again.

SKYE: Yeah, one of us should really learn to drive a stick.

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