(Kenny suddenly wakes up and screams.) Kyle: Dude! Cartman: Kenny, shut the hell up and go back to sleep! Kenny (pausing): Phew! What a nightmare. There was this monster, you guys, and it killed Kelly and that talking car from Knight Rider was in it and... Stan: Dude, slow down! (Suddenly, there's a tapping sound at the bedroom window. They look and see Sheila's face on the other side. Stan goes over and opens it.) Mephestein: Hiya, Stan. I'm here to pick up Kyle. Stan: Oh. Well, why didn't you use the front door? Mephestein: Well, I didn't want to wake your folks up by ringing the doorbell, and all. Hey, booby. Ready to go? Kyle: Uh, sure, I guess. (Lightning flashes, illuminating Mephestein's twisted body. The guys scream.) Stan: Holy crap, dude! That's not you mom! It's that thing that was in my dream, but it's got your mom's head on it, instead of Cartman's! Kyle: Wait a minute! It was in your dream? It was in my dream, too! Kenny: Mine, too! Mephestein: Now, what the hell are you boys talking about? Come on, booby. It's time to go. Kyle: I'm not going anywhere with you, you stay away from me! What have you done with my mom?! Mephestein: Kyle, as much as I love standing out here, in the rain, I've just about had it with you, young man! Now, let's go! (Mephestein reachs into the room to grab Kyle by the arm, but its claws accidentally run Kenny through, leaving a bloody mess.) Stan: Oh, my god! They've killed Kenny! Kyle: You bastards! Mephestein: Oh, dear. Mephesto (stepping out of the shadows, behind Mephestein): Ah! Here you are, my dear! Mephestein: Oh, God! Not you, again! (Mephesto sticks a needle in the creature and injects it with a sedative. He catches it as it passes out.) Mephesto: I seem to have made a terrible mistake, boys. I've recently discovered that my creation, here, is dangerously telepathic. If I permit it to continue to exist, it will scramble and confuse the thoughts of everyone in town, until they all become lost in their own nightmarish fantasies. I must return the creature to my lab and destroy it, immediately. I will, of course, re-attach the head to its proper owner, first. Kyle: Yeah? Well, you better, dude. It belongs to my mom! Mephesto: Oh, I see. Stan: Dude, is that why we all kept daydreaming about that thing, because it's telepathic? Mephesto: Yes. It's doesn't do it, intentionally, though. It's just the way it is. Come on, Kevin. We've got work to do. (Mephesto drags the creature off. Stan closes the window.) Stan: Well, I'm sure glad that's over. Kyle: Yeah. Maybe, now, we'll stop having those stupid daydreams. Stan: Yeah, I can't believe Cartman's still asleep, after all that. Kyle: He's brain-dead, dude. He can sleep through anything. Stan: Yeah. Well, goodnight. Kyle: G'night, dude. (They lay back down and go back to sleep.)
THE END