Another variation on the basic concept; turn off the lights, get in the bed, spot the monsters...only this time with a flashlight.
I should put Fuss to work as a script doctor for Hollywood sequels.
So we're sitting there and he's sweeping his flashlight beam around the room, Monsterfying this and that. I'll omit my appropriately terrified responses- you should have the idea by now.
"Dresser monster! Wardrobe monster! Lamp monster! Pants monster!"
A pause on the trash can next to the changing table.
"Ooooh...that monster's full of DIAPIES!"
He continues, tracking onto the endtable full of books.
"Hey, a Harry the Dirty Dog monster!"
And we crack up.
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