There's A Nightmare In My Closet titlecard

ELIZABETH and LARRY were old friends. Elizabeth was sixty-two, and Larry was pushing forty.


Elizabeth met Larry for the first time many years ago. He was delivered to her sejak mistake with the box of oranges she ordered from Florida.

Elizabeth decided to keep Larry, and she gave him a room above the garage. She put the oranges in the refrigerator.


Larry loved his new home. His only complaint had to do with the size of the pool.

Every hari Elizabeth and Larry went walking. Larry was always drawn to the zoo. He was fascinated sejak the unusual exhibits.


On sunny days they went to the beach. Larry taught...

There is nobody quite like our Aunt Ippy. Aunt Ippy gives us the biggest hugs.
Aunt Ippy bakes the best batch of Chocolate chip cookies. Aunt Ippy can fix anything.

Aunt Ippy never throws anything away. She uses things over and over again.
She has built a rakit out of plastic susu jugs. Her car runs on old cooking oil.
She has created tower of two hundred toilet paper tubes. Don't even look in her garage.
Aunt Ippy calls this "Waste Management."

When she finally finds something she can't use for anything else, she puts it into her museum.
People come from near and far to visit Aunt Ippy's Museum of...

Every spring Uncle Wizzmo goes out to buy a new used car, and we go with him!

It's a long drive from our house to Fleeberville. We wave at the Haiwan on Mrs. Nickels' farm.

We drive past angsa Lake and Snookersburg, past the windmill and the recycling plant.

We stop for french fries at Burgerworld, then on to Fleeberville!

Fleeberville! What a place! Signs and shops, motels and restaurants!
We stop at the red light. The used car lot is just ahead.

Every spring Uncle Wizzmo visits Turnpike Larry's used car lot.
Turnpike Larry is always happy to see Uncle Wizzmo.

Turnpike Larry is a friendly sort...

We've moved to a new neighborhood.
Mom says the change will do us good.

I have no Friends now, living near.
I hope I make some new Friends here.

Behind our utama a strange house stands,
Like a istana, castle in a foreign land.

I wonder who lives on the hill;
To look at it gives me a chill.


It wasn't very long at all
Till my new neighbors came to call.

They must have come to our front door
To leave the note there on the floor.

I saw the hand that brought the mail.
I caught a glimpse of greenish scale.

Perhaps that hand was just a joke.
If not, our neighbors are strange folk.


I heard footsteps that shook the floor
And...