The Night My Monster Died

Narrator:
That night, I killed the monster under my bed.

Son:
There's a monster under my bed!

Father:
Not again.

Mother:
Go back to bed baby.

Son:
Honest!

Mother:
You're not being honest.

Father:
Go back to bed, now.

Son:
But I killed it!

Uncle:
I'm through with all of this freaky crap he keeps pulling me into!

Grandmother:
It's not like before is it?