Who Let The Dogs Out?

"And that, Monsters, is why fighter jets are flown OUTSIDE!" bellowed General I.N. Monger.

The main monitor showed a fighter jet the monsters had been tinkering with fly into a wall inside the base, the burning wreckage being dowsed by soldiers with fire extinguishers.

Dr Sprocket slowly raised his hand, "General, perhaps if you were to lend us just one more…"

"Tin Man, what's the opposite of absolutely?"

T.O.M sprang up, "HELL NO!"

"Exactly, the Top Dog has spoken. No more jets. And if there's anything else left to discuss…?"

Sqooty then scrambled onto the table, "Actually, General, I do have something I'd like to discuss concerning my Earthonomics report…"

Everyone groaned.

"Not another lecture about snails?" sighed T.O.M, thumping his head on the table, "Last time I ended up dribbling tomato sauce from snoring so much!"

"Actually, this one is about pets," said Sqooty, "My reports indicate that in the US alone over 164 million homes have pets. And that the most common is the Canis lupus familiaris, better known as the dog. There are at least 78.2 million owned dogs in the states. This is a crucial part of my research so I would like to request one…"

"No." said Monger bluntly.

"Not even a little…?"

"The answer is still no. No dogs on campus. Meeting is adjourned."

And the General flew off.

Sqooty stood there on the table, antennas glowing blue.

Covertron took his monocle out and polished it, "You might want to jot down in your little report on how humans will always disappoint you." he smirked.

"Not cool, Mushroom Head," Fang said darkly.

"Indeed, that was most uncalled for." Dr Sprocket agreed.

"So when are we gonna get a dog?" said T.O.M excitedly.

Sarah took pity on the little alien, "Aw, poor Sqooty! Are you okay, kiddo?"

Sqooty perked up and picked up his computer tablet, "Quite okay, for I expected the Generals response. The common answer 'no' is always given when requisitioning for a puppy. So now I must move on to the next stage,"

"And that would be…?"

"Badgering."

For the next few days Sqooty followed General Monger around, continuously asking him for a puppy. The little alien followed him everywhere, on parade, in the mess hall, down every corridor, in the rest rooms, even in the garbage chute.

After a whole day of avoiding Sqooty, the General hid in his office as he slumped back in his armchair. It was the most secure room on the base, the door had a retinal scanner, fingerprint scanner, nostril and ear canal scanners, breathalyzer and stool identifier that only recognized the General. All of them had to be done in order to get inside.

The African-American General fancied a whisky to calm his frayed nerves; he got up and walked over to the drinks cabinet, passing the security monitors that covered every single area on the base. He reached the drinks cabinet and opened it up, and inside was Sqooty with puppy dog eyes, "Pleeeeease may I have a puppy?"

Monger had no idea how he managed to get in but he was more concerned that he was sitting amongst his precious booze. He took hold of the alien and showed him out the door, "I admire your persistent, kid, but no means no means no!"

Sqooty got down on his knees and put his hands together, "Pleeeeeeeeease?"

"This base no longer accepts canines since I evicted Team Monsters fifth member, Dogzilla, after he made one too many 'accidents' in the hallways!" Monger told him.

"Pretty Pleeeeeeeease?"

Monger went back into his office and closed the door behind him.

T.O.M slid into the mess hall for lunch where he found Sqooty sitting on his own with a hologram of a puppy on his table.

"Hey, little alien, did you get your badger yet?"

Sqooty sighed, "No, my Earthonomics report says that when you are unhappy you have to look sad and sigh a lot." He sighed again.

"So, still no puppy yet? Bummer."

"Yes, a very big bottom. Maybe I should try Felis silvestris catus instead?" Sqooty sighed again.

"Any way I can help? What do you like most about puppies?"

"Well, they're cuddly, playful, adorable and funny!"

"I'm all of those! I can be your pet?" T.O.M offered.

"I do not see how a Solanum lycopersicum can imitate a dog," Sqooty frowned.

"Like this," T.O.M pulled out a poster of a dog and stuck it in front of his face; there were two holes so that he could see out of.

"Why do you have a poster of a dog inside your body?" asked the alien.

"I keep posters of all kinds of cute animals on me; I look at them whenever I get sad!"

"Strange at it sounds, your idea might just work, T.O.M," Sqooty said thoughtfully.

General Monger thought about it long and hard when Sqooty and T.O.M presented their idea to him.

"Hmmm, he is house trained, isn't he?"

"Genuineness is key here, General!" said T.O.M, then pretending to sniff him all over.

Monger looked at Sqooty who quickly looked up the expression needed to convince him, it was a big smile, "Please?" he smiled broadly.

Monger groaned, "This is gonna come back and bite me in the keister, isn't it?"

T.O.M then lifted the poster up and licked the General's face, "Nuh-Uh! All under control!"

The monster and alien moved to the open area of the gym to begin their pet exercise, "Now to begin the protocols of dog ownership," said Sqooty.

"Ooh, bear with me a minute," said T.O.M, as he used his vines to scratch his head, "Think I've got greenfly!"

"Anyways, let us begin with some simple tricks. Speak for me, boy! Speak!"

"The mighty F4-15 came out of the clouds on combat power unleashing a blaze of death and led in its wake!"

"No, T.O.M, speak like a dog! Go: Woof! Woof!"

"Ohhh! Ahem…Woof! Woof! Or if you're a small dog: Yip! Yip!"

"Now let us play Fetch!" said Sqooty, holding up a stick, "Fetch boy!" he threw the stick and it landed on the other side of the room.

T.O.M just stood there, "What do I do again?"

"You fetch the stick,"

"Gotcha!" He reached out with his vines and grabbed the stick and brought it back, "Here ya go!"

"Dogs tend to use their mouths to retrieve things," Sqooty pointed out.

T.O.M put the stick in his mouth, he found the taste foul so he spat it out again.

The duo were now in Sqooty's room, there were computers and pictures all around the small, circular room. Sqooty consulted his computer tablet, "T.O.M, after much data analysis I have come to the conclusion that you are a disappointing dog." Said the little alien.

"Is it because of the small mound of earth I left in the hallway?" T.O.M said sadly.

"Actually that's the closest you came to actually being a dog." Sighed Sqooty, "The dog poster simply isn't working. In order to get the real dog owning experience you must think like a dog as well. I have a device here that will download canine brainwaves into your head. That way you will literally think you are a dog."

Sqooty attached a small usb drive to his tablet and attached a small nozzle to the top. He aimed at the mutant tomato as the nozzle glowed red.

T.O.M was confused, "Hang on, brain-waves? But I don't have a…"

A ray of red struck the monster but bounced off his head and split into multiple beams. The beams ricochet off the walls and spread throughout the facility.

"…brain." He finished.

Sqooty examined his tablet, "Umm, a minor error on my part. Hopefully this hasn't caused any…"

The sounding of barking and howling could be heard coming from outside. T.O.M and Sqooty peeked outside and saw the facilities staff members running around on all fours and acting like dogs.

"Perhaps only one or two people were affected?" Sqooty said hopefully.

But as the pair went through Area Fifty-Unknown they found every single person and soldier had been brainwashed into thinking they were dogs. Food was being thrown around by wild, barking personnel. Soldiers were chasing lights blinking on the monitors of their work stations. In the garage every single car was having its tyres chewed on. Then there were the monsters…

Fang and Dr Sprocket were snarling and snapping at each other whilst Sarah was tearing pages out of a magazine with her teeth.

"Now I know something ain't right," gasped T.O.M, "Sarah would never tear up her favourite magazine.

"There's no way we can get away with this." said Sqooty, "We will have to confess what we did to the…"

"…General?"

Monger was tearing the War Room apart, gnashing on the chairs and then throwing them across the room.

T.O.M leaned over and whispered to Sqooty, "Verify with me here, has the General be turned as well?"

"Indeed he has."

"Good, I couldn't tell the difference."

Monger growled and then snapped at them and chased them out the room. They shut the door before the rabid General could escape.

"What are we gonna do?" cried T.O.M.

"I have an idea!" said Sqooty, antennas glowing green.

Back in the gym, Sqooty had constructed a large chamber that could house all of the facilities occupants, "With this neutralizing device I should be able to eradicate the canine brainwave and return everyone to normal," Sqooty theorized.

"Awesome! But…how do we get everyone in there?" asked T.O.M.

"That problem I have no solution for,"

"If only we had some way to round them up like sheep…we'd need like sheepdog or something," T.O.M pondered.

Sqooty jumped as he remembered something, "T.O.M, General Monger told me that your team used to have a fifth member that was of the dog variety?"

"Yeah, Rex. I miss Rex. He was such a good dog…Ooooh," T.O.M caught Sqooty's drift, "Hang on, I gotta make a call!"

And the tomato dashed out the door to find a telephone.

A few hours later a large crate was dropped off outside the base, Sqooty stood by as T.O.M fetched a giant crowbar.

"Rex was sent to Mongolia to become part of an archaeological dig team, he has the nose for sniffing out bones!" T.O.M explained. He jammed the crowbar in and pulled hard. The front of the crate came free and out staggered a thirty foot tyrannosaurus that had the top half of an Alsatian.

"Hey, boy! It's me!" T.O.M said happily, ecstatic to see his old friend again. Rex felt the same and licked him with his huge tongue, covering him in slobber, "Aah, how I've missed this,"

"If you two are finished," Sqooty interrupted, "We need Rex to round everyone up!"

Rex soon got to work, using his sheer size he was able to herd the staff down towards the neutralizer, anyway who protested would get a profound snarling at.

Then came getting his fellow monsters out of the lounge. He barked loudly and they came out, yipping at him. Sarah crawled up and clawed the dino-dogs leg whilst happily panting. Fang occasionally sniffed Dr Sprockets skid plate which set the two of them off fighting but Rex managed to calm them down.

And soon he had his friends herded into the machine.

"You're doing good, boy!" cheered T.O.M.

Rex barked in response.

"That just leaves one person left," Sqooty gulped, "General Monger."

"Boy, make sure no one gets out of the box! We'll fetch the General!" T.O.M instructed. Rex ruff-ed in compliance.

Looking under the door they could see Monger was still in the War Room, having reduced all the furniture to splinters.

"He's more like General Mongerel!" said Sqooty, worried about his viciousness.

"I have the perfect thing to lure him out!" said T.O.M, he reached into his body and pulled out a poster.

"How will that help?"

"You'll see,"

He unfurled it and revealed the picture of a cat. He stuck the poster to his face and opened the door, "Hey, Mongerel! It is me, a cat!"

Mongerel ignored him.

"Do the sound of a cat!" said Sqooty, "That should get his attention,"

"Okay," T.O.M cleared his throat, "Quack! Quack!"

"Wrong voice,"

"Baa! Baa! Moo! Moo! Cluck-cluck! Exterminate! Exterminate! Ribbit! Ribbit!"

"A cat goes: Meow!" Sqooty told him.

"Oh, gotcha: Meow! Meow!"

Mongerel stopped chewing the table leg and saw the meowing cat. He dropped the leg and bared his teeth, snarling loudly.

"BARK! BARK!"

"I think I got his attention,"

Mongerel then charged at them, snapping his powerful jaws.

"RUN AWAY!"

The two fled down the corridor as Mongerel chased after them. T.O.M occasionally bumping into things as the holes in the poster weren't very big.

"This way!" squeaked Sqooty.

They dashed down one corridor after another, Mongerel right behind them, barking loudly.

Soon they came to a dead end; it was filled with missiles, guns and grenades.

"Oh no! We must've taken a wrong turn! We are in the armoury!" cried Sqooty.

T.O.M tore the poster off his face, "Mongerel's still chasing us!"

Mongerel appeared round the corner and slowly began to advance on them, his teeth grinding as he slobbered on the floor.

"If one of those weapons goes off, we're all goners!" Sqooty said grimly.

"Man, Mongerels not gonna be happy with us if we all get blown up!" said T.O.M.

"I suspect we will not be so happy either,"

They backed up as far as they could till they were pressed against a missile. Mongerel came closer and closer, ready to snap.

ROOOOOOAAAR!

They all looked back and saw Rex standing in the doorway, snarling loudly. Mongerel barked back at him but Rex wasn't taking no for an answer. He lunged at the General and grabbed him by his jacket; he swung him around and then threw him out of the armoury.

"Go Dogzilla!" cheered T.O.M.

Mongerel still wouldn't back down, barking and howling at Rex. The cretaceous canine walked right up to the General till they were face to face, he then let out a monstrous roar that sent the General rolling onto his back in submission.

"I believe we have discovered the TRUE Top Dog." Said Sqooty.

Rex picked up the General and carried him to the neutralizer. Once he was inside, Sqooty activated the machine and moments later the staff emerged, all of them back to normal, if not a little worse for wear.

General Monger stepped out, looking very displeased, "When I said this was gonna come back and bite me in the keister I didn't mean LITERALLY!" he shouted, rubbing his buttocks after Rex had hold of him.

"You'll be pleased to know, General, that I have finished my pet project. My conclusion is that Rex is a better dog than T.O.M." smiled Sqooty.

Monger muttered under his breath and stormed off.

Then Sarah emerged from the device, picking bits of magazine pages out of her mouth. Followed by Fang and Dr Sprocket, "Was I…sniffing your backside?" Fang said sheepishly.

"I'm hoping that's all you did." Said the mad scientist quietly.

They then noticed Rex standing behind T.O.M and Sqooty.

"Buddy! I missed you!" Fang perked up and went to see his best pal.

"He was only here to help us with this problem," explained Sqooty, "Unfortunately he will have to go back tomorrow."

As the monsters hugged their carnivorous canine, T.O.M leaned over to Sqooty, "We did get everyone on the base, right?"

Covertron was in his quarters, panting as he humped his statue.

this one has bits from a whit-if idea given to me by RVB343.

The B-Movies Are Revolting!

It was Friday night and the monsters were in the lounge, ready to start their movie marathon. Fang was in charge of picking the movies; tonight was going to be classic horror/sci-fi movies.

Sarah entered with a tray full of snacks, "Movie treats are up, boys!"

Fang and T.O.M took theirs whilst Dr Sprocket took his bowl full of oiled nuts.

"Last one on the sofa washes Covertron's feet!" called Fang. He sprang over to the sofa and was aiming for the middle when he suddenly realised Sqooty was already sitting there. He diverted at the last minute and landed head first on the table.

"Happy Movie Night, Monsters!" the little alien smiled.

"Sqooty, honey, what are you doing here?" asked Sarah.

"I am here to study the social activity of movie watching, I will receive extra marks for this exercise." He said.

Dr Sprocket leaned over and showed the DVD's to Sarah, not showing the covers to the alien, "My dear, none of these films are suitable for a child to watch,"

"Would these change your mind?" Sqooty held up a bowl filled with lint.

Dr Sprockets eyes lit up, "But who pays attention to age restriction anyway?" he said, taking the bowl and stuffing his face.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," said Sarah, "But these are horror films. They are too scary for you to watch!"

"Your concern is noted but not necessary. My vast intelligence means I am not scared so….Hey!"

Fang used his long tail to lift Sqooty up and carry him out the door. The door closed behind him and the monsters started to enjoy their movie marathon of old monster movies.

They didn't notice Sqooty cut a hole in the door and sneak up behind them, watching the movie from behind the sofa, "Studying will now commence." He whispered to himself.

But as the night wore on, with every movie, Sqooty was getting more and more afraid. The fish creature from the lagoon that terrorized the research team, the blob that devoured all in its path, the giant woman that terrorized a town and the fly headed scientist's gruesome appearance.

Towards the end of the final movie Sqooty was so afraid that he scurried out the room in terror, antennas glowing yellow with fear. The monsters however were all fast asleep after watching one film after another. Eventually Sarah awoke and nudged the others awake, "That's enough movies for tonight, guys. Time for bed."

"Well I'm certainly gonna sleep well tonight," murmured Fang as they made off to their rooms.

In Sqooty's room, the little alien was shaking under his sheets, antennas still glowing yellow, he was terrified that something was going to come out and attack him. He then heard a moaning sound outside his door, followed by a loud crash. Sqooty hid under the sheets, hoping that the scary creature wouldn't come in.

Outside, T.O.M had just crashed into an empty crate after yawning so much that he hadn't been looking where he was going.

The next morning Sqooty was queuing in the mess hall, still shaking after last night's frights. The soldier behind him tapped him on the head when he wouldn't move, "Scuse, dude, can you…"

"STAY AWAY! I'm armed!" yelled the alien and he threw a grenade into the middle of the room.

Everyone screamed and fled the mess hall, leaving just Sqooty and the monsters with the grenade.

"Ooh, someone dropped a pineapple on the floor!" said T.O.M, licking his lips.

He swallowed the grenade and belched fire as it exploded inside him.

General Monger thundered, looking very unhappy, "Sqooty!" he yelled, "Why in Ryan's Privates are you trying to assassinate my mess hall?"

"I'm sorry, General," said Sqooty as he twitched, "Without the right amount of sleep my highly advanced mind can become a bit…nutty."

"Monsters, get this little runt some nap time before my whole base becomes a stinkin crater!" the General ordered.

"Do not fear, General. I am already constructing a way to erase last night's movies from my mind." Sqooty reassured him.

"Last nights? Wait, you watched the movies?" said Sarah.

"I needed to study." Sqooty flinched and scurried out the room.

"So that's what's going on. The poor things frightened," Said Sarah.

"We gotta help the little guy with his fears or we'll be ducking from grenades all day long!" said Fang.

"When I wanted to watch a scary movie my parents made me watch it during the day and they would always sit with me," said Sarah.

"So…we get your parents to fix this?" asked T.O.M.

"No, T.O.M, I'm saying we have Sqooty watch those movies with us during the day, that way they won't be so terrifying and he won't be scared anymore. It's kinda like what they did for that Doctor Who episode 'Blink'." She said.

"A sound idea. Let's get the movies gathered up and then fetch him." Said Dr Sprocket.

In his room, Sqooty was about to activate his memory eraser, "After many minutes of tinkering, my superior genius has created the world's first memory eraser. Once my nightmares are purged I will be able to sleep just like a baby Slothra. HA-HA-HA...Sleep requirement needed badly!"

He put on his helmet and activated the machine; the images of the monster movies were extracted from his mind and entered the computer screen where they vanished. A few minutes later the process was complete.

"Triumph! I no longer fear what it was that I can no longer remember. Sqooty #1!" he squeaked happily and left the room.

But the computer screen had turned back on, the creatures all banging against the screen till it fell off the wall and landed on the floor. A large hand then emerged out of the screen followed by three others…

The monsters had all the movies they'd watched gathered on the table, next to a pile of movies they never got round to watching.

"I think that's all of them," said Fang.

"Excellent, now let's go find the Sqooty child and help him confront his fear." Said Dr Sprocket.

Covertron hovered down the corridor, sipping his coffee, when a giant leg appeared in front of him. He stopped abruptly and spilled his coffee over the giant's foot, "Oh now, Sarah, look what you've done! That was a good coffee! Why don't you watch you put your big clumsy feet?"

He looked up and saw a giantess with brown curly hair and wearing bed sheets around her chest and hips.

Covertron scoffed, "If you were trying for a new look I'd say this one makes you look like more of a caveman, Sarah."

"Where's Harry?"

"Pardon?"

The giantess, Nancy Archer, grabbed Covertron from his chair and brought him to her face, squeezing him tightly, "Where is Harry?" she repeated.

"Seriously, Sarah, is this your time of the month or something?"

"I know where my husband is! He's with that woman! I'll find him!" she bellowed and threw Covertron into the wall.

The giantess stormed off as the alien scrambled to his knees, "What the Bicklesnites was that all about?"

Then a human/fish creature came round the bend, it saw Covertron and snarled at him, water pouring out of its mouth. Covertron scrambled to his chair and flew off as the Fin-Man pursued him.

The monsters were heading for Sqooty's room when they saw very items across the hallway had been half-devoured. Dr Sprocket examined them, "Hmm, it appears these items have been dissolved by some acidic compound."

They all looked at T.O.M, "It wasn't me, I swear!"

Then they heard a squelching sound from above, they looked up and saw a gloopy red mass on the ceiling. They jumped out the way as the goo splattered down on the ground. It pulsated and groaned as it oozed over to a half-eaten crate and consumed it.

"Guess we found the culprit," said Fang.

"Where on earth did THAT come from?" exclaimed Sarah.

"I'm not sure, but it appears to resemble the blob creature we watched last night on the television." Said Dr Sprocket.

T.O.M slid over to the blob, "Hey! Hey, you! You hungry?" he prodded it and suddenly it consumed him.

"T.O.M!"

The mutant tomato quickly ate his way out and spat the goo back into the gloopy mass, "Yuck! Tastes like last year's fertilizer!"

"We gotta get this thing contained before it eats anything else!" said Sarah.

Sqooty was happily walking down a corridor when he bumped into a man wearing a white lab coat, "Oh, excuse me, I did not see you there." He said politely.

The man looked down at him and the little alien saw he had a flies head instead of a humans. It buzzed and gargled at him, its red eyes fixated on him, probably thinking he was some kind of sweet. Sqooty screamed and ran away as fast as he could.

The monsters had managed to get the blob into a barrel. They were heading to the War Room with it to show General Monger when, as they reached the main transfer corridor, they found a giantess ripping the place apart. Smashing the office windows and reaching inside them.

"Cool, when did you invite your sister, Sarah?" asked T.O.M.

"I don't have a sister, T.O.M!" gasped Sarah, "That's…that's…"

"Impossible is what it is!" Dr Sprocket cut in, "That giant lady is an exact likeness to Nancy Archer, or Allison Hayes, from one of the movies we watched last night!"

"How can she exist?" frowned Fang, "That was back in the 1950's!"

"The gelatinous blob, a fifty foot rampaging woman, I thinking there's a connection here," pondered Dr Sprocket.

Nancy withdrew her hand from the smashed office blocks and noticed the monsters staring at her, "Honey the wench!" she pointed at Sarah.

"Pardon?" she said, going pale.

"I believe she thinks you are the woman who was having an affair with her husband," said Sprocket.

"Didn't she kill her?" asked Fang.

Suddenly the giantess lunged at Sarah; Sarah dodged out the way and grew big, "WAIT! Wait! Me friend, not slut!"

Nancy paid no attention; to her she was just a giant wench now. The two giantesses' grappled with each other, their feet stamping everywhere as the monsters tried to get out the way. T.O.M dropped the barrel and the blob squelched out. It began following the mutant tomato with interest.

"Uh, guys? I think it's got a taste for me!" cried T.O.M as the blob began to gain on him.

Just then Covertron came screaming past, ignoring the fight around him and locked himself in a cupboard. The creature found the monsters and saw a purple reptilian creature, possibly coming to take over his territory. He ran towards Fang with fists raised.

"Guess this is my dance partner?" yelped Fang as he jumped to one side as the creature brought his fists down, cracking the ground.

Sqooty had managed to outrun the Fly-Man and hid in the monsters lounge. He found a number of DVD's on the table, some of the covers had monsters on them and one had the bug man on it.

"That thing is from a movie? What if…" he looked up his computer tablet and examined what it was he had deleted from his memory, "Hmm, I erased several non-fictional characters from my mind and placed them on a hard drive, but there was too much memory and it caused the memories to come to life! Oh no, I've created life! I…I have to reverse it!"

And he scurried out the room and back to his quarters.

Nancy and Sarah were fighting viciously, throwing each other into walls, crates and office blocks, T.O.M and the blob tried to devour each other, a rather disgusting spectacle and Fang and the creature wrestled on the ground, the snake using his flexibility and swiftness and the fish/ape using his sheer strength. Leaving just Dr Sprocket to stand there and watch.

"Well, at least there isn't another…"

He felt a tap on his shoulder; he looked round and saw the Fly-Man slobbering at him. Dr Sprocket jumped in alarm as the bug man punched him in the stomach, sending the robot crashing to the floor.

Nancy thrust Sarah on the floor, her hands around her neck, "Take my husband from ME, will you?" she bellowed.

"Look, I know you think I'm Honey Parker but I'm not!" Sarah choked, "I never slept…with…your…husband…"

Quick thinking, she shrank down and slipped out of Nancy's grasp, ran between her legs and grew again. Nancy got to her feet just as Sarah got her in a headlock.

The blob jumped after T.O.M who was running around in a panic, anything he used for cover the blob would absorb then dissolve it. The blob bounced at the tomato again but he spread his vines and the ooze went right through him and splattered on the wall, dissolving it like acid.

"Huh, this thing eats like a pig!" whistled T.O.M.

The blob emerged from the other side and began its pursuit of the monster again.

Fang karate kicked the creature in the back and then smacking him in the jaw with his tail, "Hah! Hoo-Yah! Hah-So! Go on, Froggy! Touch Me! Can't, can ya?" he teased.

Then the creature grabbed the snake's tail and began swinging him around and hammering him into the ground.

Dr Sprocket was pinned to the floor as the Fly-Man drooled all over him; his slobber was causing his circuits to short out.

"Glaaaargh!" it gurgled.

Nancy grabbed Sarah's hair and threw her over her shoulder, landing face first on the floor. The blob swallowed T.O.M once again, the tomatoes body was starting to wilt from the acidic effects. Fang was starting to bruise from being thrown from wall to wall and Dr Sprocket's face was starting to smoke.

Fang found his second wind and landed on his feet instead of his face, he showed his razor sharp claws and teeth at the creature, "There's only room for one reptile in this town!" he hissed.

He lunged at the creature and slashed him across the chest. The creature stood back and everyone saw that instead of blood there was some kind of static that you saw on a TV screen.

"What the…?" glared Fang.

"I knew it!" said Dr Sprocket, "These creatures have all been brought to life from the movies themselves! They are literally walking horror movies!"

"Then does that mean we can't beat them?" asked Sarah as she punched Nancy in the face.

"Judging by the evidence…yes." said the mad scientist.

T.O.M ate his way out of the blob again, his tomato head was starting to sag and go brown, "I feel like I'm past my sell by date…" he groaned, felling ill.

"We have to fall back and think of a plan!" called Sarah.

The blonde giantess thrust Nancy's head into a small corridor, grabbed her friends and ran down the hallway. The movie monsters followed after them. The cupboard opened and Covertron slowly emerged, he looked around and was relieved the coast was now clear. As he hovered out a ceiling panel came loose and landed on him.

Sarah and her friends came to a dead end, there was no way out. They looked round and saw the movie monsters standing at the other end of the corridor, all of them with murderous intent.

"Kill you! Then Harry!"

"Graaagh!"

*squelch*

"Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!"

"Now what?" asked Fang as Sarah placed her friends on the floor.

"We just…we just…I don't know!" cried Sarah.

"That dung sniffer has damaged my circuits!" said Dr Sprocket, "I can't activate my bug spray attachment!"

"Why do you have bug spray?" asked the snake.

"Just being prepared for anything…"

The movie monsters came closer and closer, they were just a few feet away when there was a whistle behind them. They turned around and saw Sqooty standing on his hover Segway.

"I believe you do not belong here," he said.

"Sqooty, what are you doing? RUN!" called Sarah.

The creature saw a tasty snack in front of him, he made over to the little alien and reached out to grab him. Sqooty held up a small computer screen and the creature was sucked inside. He held up the screen to the other movie monsters and they were all sucked up to.

The monsters stood pressed against the wall, wondering what had just happened.

"Digital rewind." Explained Sqooty, "The creatures came from my memory and escaped from the hard drive I had stored them on. I have re-downloaded them and locked them away under many firewalls so that they can never escape again."

"Nice one, kiddo! You faced your fear and kicked its butt!" said Fang.

"High-Five!" beamed T.O.M, holding his hand up. Sqooty jumped but couldn't reach, "Low-Five!" said the monster and lowered his hand for him.

Sarah knelt down and smiled at the little alien, "Sqooty, from here on in you have a permanent membership to Friday Movie Nights!"

Sqooty jumped up and down in excitement, "Yay! Now I have conquered my fears I would like to try these other films you had selected: the Anaconda series, Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman remake with Daryl Hannah, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes and the Terminator!"

High above them, a cobweb dangled from the ceiling, in the middle was a fly with a human head and was about to be eaten by a spider, "Help me! Help me! Help me!"