The Night Stalker was a serial killer, and Bobo had barely escaped his clutches. That’s why he wanted to talk to the man before he became The Night Stalker and committed all those murders.

He knocked on the door of the old warehouse; it wasn’t hard, but it made enough noise to make sure that someone inside heard him. There was movement from inside-a creak-and then a light turned on in one of the windows upstairs. The glass shimmered like an ocean mirage across broken waves as it lit up with each step that Bobo took towards the front door, getting closer and closer until he could see himself reflected in its surface: dark hair sticking out in unruly curls around his head. There he was the night stalker.

Jimmy was running as fast as he could, but the old man who was yelling at him had some serious speed. Jimmy darted right down an alleyway and turned left quickly to find himself in a dead end. He ducked behind some trash cans just before the watchman came around the corner of the alley with his flashlight shining all over it.

Jimmy cursed under his breath and waited for what felt like hours until he heard nothing but silence. “I think I lost them” he breathed softly to himself, stepping out from behind the garbage can only to be pushed back by someone’s hand on his chest. The neighborhood watch has found him.

It was a dark and stormy night. Pickle, the most clever person on the planet, couldn’t sleep; he had to pee. So he got up from his cozy bed, his house, ran out into the yard and peed on some bushes like any normal boy would do in the middle of the night. But what is this? There was something in the bushes! It looked like . . . A PENGUIN SASQUATCH! And it seemed to be singing to itself. “What are you doing here?” asked Pickle as he stepped closer for a better look at this thing that has never before been seen by man (even if it is only half-beast) The penguin sasquatch.