It was late at night. Reed couldn't sleep. Sue was off visiting a friend, so he had the bed to himself, but without her by his side, he felt uneasy.
He was almost asleep when he heard a rustling sound underneath the bed.
Mr. Fantastic's eyelids popped open. He reached over with ease and flicked on the lamp. The leader of the Fantastic Four bent over and crawled under the bed.
He sighed. Sue had been onto him for ages to get this area cleaned out and organized. Reed's arms weaved in between various bits of scrap metal, old inventions that he claimed he would work on "someday," and lots of dust. So much, in fact, that although he did not have allergies, Mr. Fantastic sneezed.
And that's when the horrific event happened.
In the half-darkness that the lamp provided, Reed saw red, beady eyes flicker. He saw gnashing teeth and fuzzy fur. That could mean only one thing…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! DUST BUNNIES!" Mr. Fantastic went screeching down the hallway, running as fast his rubbery legs could carry him. His arms waved frantically two feet behind his body. The night guard on duty fainted in panic.
Johnny Storm could not sleep either and he was standing outside the door of his apartment when Reed streaked by like a madman.
"Whoa," he said. "Reed was goin' as fast as Quicksilver there."
The Thing lumbered over beside Johnny. "Boy, Reed's screaming woke me up! What the hell is he yellin' about?"
The Torch shrugged. "I think he said something about 'dust bunnies.'"
Ben looked over at Johnny in disbelief. "Mehbee he's been drinkin'?"
Meanwhile, the nefarious mutant dust bunnies had gained power and left the area under Reed's bed. They had taken a shortcut to get to Reed faster and were now snapping at Mr. Fantastic's heels. "Help! There's so many of them! Aaaaa!"
Ben and Johnny heard Reed's continuous cries for help. It was something that they just couldn't ignore, even if he was hallucinating.
They soon found out that he wasn't hallucinating. The two heroes discovered Mr. Fantastic in a lab, surrounded by the strange creatures. They were gnawing at him frantically. "Help!" he yelled. "There are so many of them!"
Johnny held out a finger. "This is easy," he said confidently. "I'll burn 'em to a crisp." The hot-shot flame-throwing teen shot a string of flame at one of the creatures. But the dust bunny grinned evilly and laughed, growing larger.
"My flame has no effect!" Johnny exclaimed. "They're just…just consuming it!"
The Thing rolled up his fists. "There's no way that some crazy creatures are gonna beat up Stretcho! It's CLOBBERIN' TIME!" Ben lunged at the dust bunnies, but somehow they dispersed. "Hey, what the heck?"
"It's useless!" Mr. Fantastic cried out. The dust bunnies were tying him up. "We must give into their demands."
Ben and Johnny reluctantly let themselves be tied up. Then the horde of creatures began speaking.
"Now that we have proved you inferiority, we will commence with you purpose. We will now take your televisions and cable."
"NOOOOOOOO!" The Torch yelled out in terror. "Not the tv! Not the cable! Whatever will I do without Jersey Shore!"
"Yeah, and what will I do without mah soaps?"
"No! I have to watch the season finale of American Idol!"
But the horrible evildoers were already gone…
Reed sat up straight in his bed, sweating terribly. Was that really just a dream? Maybe he'd drank too much coffee yesterday. Yeah, that was probably it. Reed checked the clock. 4:38 am…. Perhaps he could get more sleep in…
But first…Mr. Fantastic lifted the covers to check underneath the bed.
Two pairs of red flickering lights peered out menacingly.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! DUST BUNNIES!"