Yeti and Boo are taking a break, and, uncharacteristically, Yeti is actually allowing Boo to soothingly bathe her head.
Boo: Wow, you need to relax; you’re really tense. So, what’s on your mind?
Yeti: I don’t like how Mama sounds lately.
Boo: You must be worried; you just called Missus “Mama”! And you’ve hardly left her side for days.
Yeti: She hasn’t spoken for days; she just squeaks and rasps, coughs and wheezes. I want to make sure she’s okay.
Boo: People sure seem to get sick worse than cats.
Yeti: And stay that way a long time.
Boo: I don’t like her wheezing either.
Yeti: It certainly doesn’t sound good. Poor…Mom.
Boo: Her noises sound like those of monsters. Unless I’m looking at her, I think we’ve been invaded by them.
Yeti: Luckily, there’s no such thing as monsters.
Boo: [Matter-of-factly] Yes there are.
Yeti: [Making a face] Have you ever seen one?
Boo: Well, not in person – not at all, really. But they exist.
Yeti: Reallll-ly. What do they look like?
Boo: I – I don’t know. But they sound like Missus.
Yeti: You don’t know how they sound any more than you know what they look like. Here, let’s approach this scientifically. Are there any credible reports of sightings?
Boo: Almost every child in existence reports sightings!
Yeti: A tired, hysterical child’s imagination is hardly reliable. Rational adults – and cats – never see them. Explain that.
Boo: [Smugly] Adults report seeing Bigfoot – and…Yetis too! And I’m looking at one right now!
Yeti: [Rolling eyes] I’m different – one of a kind – and hardly monstrous. Try again.
Boo: Stop using logic on me – they’re real! It’s proven by scientists somewhere… [noting Yeti’s skeptical stare] – it must be, somewhere!
Yeti: [Shaking head] Conjecture. You can’t give me a source or even describe one. Okay, Miss Know-it-All, if they’re real, and documented in the scientific community, what genus and species are they?
Boo: What – how should I know?
Yeti: [Swishing tail] Binomial nomenclature, please.
Boo: You know I don’t speak Latin.
Yeti: Nope – just gibberish.
[A disheveled Missus/Mom staggers into the room, wrapped in blankets, hair askew, face chapped, thermometer in mouth, wielding two tissue boxes, and startles them with a sudden violent hacking fit.]
Yeti and Boo: MONSTER!!!
