Sleep Trouble
"DID THAT REPORTER JUST DIE!?" The creator screamed in horror as he saw the newsreporter go flying of the screen with a terrified scream.
Trixie frowned. "I'm more concerned that no one cares that he died."
~MC~MC~MC~
"Tommy… what if the Sandy Man comes to your house tonight?" Chuckie asked worriedly. "What if he throws too much sand on us and we're buried?"
"Aw, don't worry Chuckie," Tommy said with a soft smile. "My daddy said the Sandy Man throws magic sand. Magic can't hurt you!"
"Are… are you sure?"
"Of course Chuckie!" Tommy declared. "Magic let Cindy Ela go to the ball, and made Pinokie Dokie O become a real boy, and helped Reptar defeat Monkie Moe!"
"Okay… I guess you're right," Chuckie said, settling back down.
After a few minutes he was asleep.
~MC~MC~MC~
"I am so sorry," the creator told the weatherman, brushing him off. "To be fair I focus on torturing babies, not the weather…"
