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Matt woke up in the middle of the night. Stupid nightmares. If only the clowns would stop scaring him. He looked over to Mello's bed. He heard Mello mumbling.

'No, not the kangaroo! Anything but the kangaroo! Don't torture me like that! It's just too cruel. With the bouncing, and the pouch, and the tickling fur! Don't bring that thing near me, it's just too evil. I'll do it! I'll do anything you want! I'll tell you everything; just don't make me touch that creepy thing! No!!! Nooooo!!!!!! Oh, the memories! The memories! I swear, that stuffed kangaroo was trying to kill me. Kill me, I say! He tried to put me in his pouch, so he could take me away to someplace quiet, where no one would hear me scream! Get that thing away from me! Sure, go ahead, put me in a bedlam. Just get me away from that thing. Take me away!'

'So that's why he screamed when we saw Winnie the Pooh.' Matt said to himself, suddenly understanding. Mello had some serious issues.

'Hey, now everything turned into… Kraft Dinner! I love Kraft Dinner. It's so… orange. Much better then kangaroos. I could go in a bedlam made of Kraft Dinner. I would eat my way out. If I was a scientist, I would invent Kraft Dinner made out of chocolate. That would be so good. I would have the noodle made out of chocolate, and the cheese, will be made out of cheese. Oooo, look, I just made it! But, why is it running away? Come back, chocolate Kraft Dinner. Come back! Why can't I run after it? Come back to me, chocolate Kraft Dinner. I'll be nice to you, I promise. Oh no, there's a cliff. Ahhhh! I'm falling! Chocolate Kraft Dinner, you've led me off a cliff! I will never trust you again! Never again! You're, you're, you're, very mean! That's right! You heard me!'

Matt lost what he was saying when Mello rolled over and almost suffocated himself on his pillow. After a minute, he rolled over again so he could actually breathe. By then, his dream must have change completely.

'Yes, Mr. Potato Head, I agree completely. All kids in the world should be killed. No, Mr. Potato Head, I am not a kid. I am a tea cup, can't you see? And a tea cup is defiantly not a kid, so I am not loud and annoying. Yes, Mrs. Polar Bear, tea cups can talk, but only when they aren't full with Kool-Aid. I don't understand why kids would like the stuff. It turns my insides blue. What was that, Madam Peacock? You like Kool-Aid? That must be why you are so many different colors. No, Madam Peacock, I didn't say I didn't like your colors, I just said that I didn't like kids. Especially little kids. They can chip me. Once, a nice lady tea cup was dropped by a kid, and she died. Broken into a million pieces. Poor thing. And, do you see this scar on my handle? That's from a kid. So, now do you see, Mrs. Polar Bear, why I and Mr. Potato Head don't like kids?'

Matt shook his head and got up. He suddenly wanted Kraft Dinner.