Since the very first bedtime, all around the world, children have known that once their mothers and fathers tuck them in and shut off the light, that there are monsters hiding in their closets, waiting to emerge. But what they don't know is, it's nothing personal. It's just their job. There's nobody here. There's no kid. There's no kid. There's no kid this game. I'm panicking because there's a total lack of kid here. Let's just check this schedule. Let me see. Nine o'clock. Boys bedroom. Out of Magnolia. Magnolia? Give me that. It's Mongolia. Mike, does this look like Mongolia to you? Yeah, you're both... you're kind of... Okay, you remember the fifth grade? When you spent all your time passing notes to Susie Boyle? The rest of us were studying geography. This is not Mongolia. When we do listen to this, bring it on the little guy. How original. He must have read the schedule wrong with his one eye. Come on, don't take it. You were thinking, don't be so sapsed up. Come on, buddy. Little Blinky. Don't be that bougie. I don't want to like you now. Don't make me love you now. I don't want to like you now. All right, dude. Hey, guess what's planet I am. Come on, look. Guess what's planet I am. Okay, I'm going to go back to the break room before I was done with her. Hey, don't even get it. Get big throw rub. Oh, nice doggy. Nice big doggy. Sorry. Sorry, I'm going to go. I'm going to go.