Panel A
Tommy cowers, blanket pulled up to his chin in tight little fists, his eyes wide and staring as Boogy emerges from the closet. Boogy has to duck to get through the door, his long arms and legs seem to precede him by miles as his body unfolds from within the confines of the tiny cluttered closet. He grins madly at nothing in particular.
Panel B
Boogy unfolds from the closet, stands to his full height, the top of his hat brushing the ceiling as he sniffs the air.
Panel C
Boogy disappears, seems to become a menacing shadow gliding along the wall towards Tommy's bed. The shadow is an exaggeration of Boogy's already exaggerated features. It is cartoonish in its overt menace, wide gaping mouth filled with dripping teeth, arms bending around corners the way only shadows can, fingers long and crooked, hooked for tearing into little boy flesh. And in the closet, still leaking its somber glow into the little boy's room, a second figure begins to emerge. A smaller figure, petit and feminine, carrying some indistinct package in her left hand.
Panel D
Boogy reappears at Tommy's bedside. He leans over the boy, poised to snatch him up and carry him off. His fingers twitch. He drools. Little Tommy, eyes closed tight, trusts in the power of the pretense of sleep to ward off demons that, reason tells him, do not exist. From somewhere off panel, a quiet voice:
ALICE: "Ahem."
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