The boy laid in his bed, half covering his face with his immaculent sheets. Knowing well enough that if he called out again, he would be grounded, he laid, petrified, for he knew that there was something in his closet.

It went thump and bump, and scared any semblance of real life out of the child's brain. It had done this for many nights, and many times before, the boy had yelled out. His parent's had gotten a bit churlish after the third night, and had threatened him with grounding.

The door to his closet burst open, revealing what manner of hideousness lurked inside. It managed to follow the stereotypical ogre-esque feel, with a single eye, and layers of fat layering his torso and arms. He also reeked of many nasty things.

The child remained silent, but began rocking side-to-side in terror. After a shaking sound from his toy chest, he chanced to look away from the gross mass of monster issuing from his closet, towards the small, rotund man walking out of his toy box.

" 'Ello kid, the names Gaston, the lawyer." The child was taken aback, for he forgot he had a toy lawyer action figure. The incredulous plastic figure kept talking in a rapid-fire method. "Fie upon you, you mass of glib monster! Imagine even considering scaring a child in such mannerisms! I know, in the authority bestowed upon my persona by the Society for the Preservation of Child's Mental State, or the acronym PoCMS. I would like to inform you, that I have won 734 court cases, and have lost two. I fully intend to take this to court, if you do not retreat from this kid's closet right now."

The ogre was taken aback at the rapid blustering attack set upon him by a piece of plastic. "Hey man, not cool. I just lost my job man, and this one paid good money. I have a family man, and I gotta put food on the table." The plastic lawyer continued looking incredulous. "If you don't vacate now, you will be taken to court, where I will sue you for every penny you have. Leave, or suffer my wrath.

The ogre was becoming rather un-genial. "Not cool man."

And with that, he disappeared.

The plastic turned towards the child in bed. "Well, I'm glad that's over with. Remember, call me anytime you have a monster infestation, here's my card." The ever-smiling action figure handed a tiny card to the boy. "Ciao."