Greyson: Reporting from under the bed. Looking for Friday under here. Friday?
Friday: ::scoots under the bed:: What are you doing under here? Is it the thunder outside?
Greyson: No! I'm not scared of the thunder at all.
Friday: Nothing to be ashamed of buddy, all of us get a little scared sometimes. ::Whispers:: I'm a little scared of Monday truth be told.
Greyson: Monday is a little scary-
Thunder: Bam, Bam Boom!!!!
Quill: ::Slides under the bed:: Hey guys! I was looking for you everywhere!
Friday: Are you scared too?
Quill: What? No! I was just checking on Greyson.
Thunder: Crack, Bam!!!!!!
Mom: ::Peeks head under bead:: Oh this is where everyone is...
Greyson: I think there's room under here for you too Mom....