Jack the Bear

Frankenstein! Frankenstein!

Frankenstein! Frankenstein!

Bring him down to the village,

and let's make it home.

I thought I knew all about monsters.

I used to watch them late at night

on Dad's TVshow.

After we moved to Oakland, he stopped

doing kids'shows, because he was different now.

Everything was different.

Now he was Al Gory,

monster of ceremonies at Midnight Shriek

Oh, Al?

What?

Oh, it's you again

So, anyway, before we dig in

to our second feature...

I have to pay a visit

to my aging mother

She would've

wanted me to have this

It was on real late,

way past my bedtime.

Dad didn't let me stay up to see it, so I used

to wait for Mrs. Sampson to fall asleep...

Hold it Hold it

I think that was a good one

and sneak

into his bedroom to watch.

But then I'd get scared,

alone in his room at night...

and I wouldn't know why.

I didn't know yet what

I was going to learn that year:

That monsters are real.

Whoa

We had

sort ofjust picked up and left Syracuse...

crossing the country,

finding a house...

the three of us taking care

of all the grown-up stuff together.

Here I'll get that

- Who is it?

- I got that

Come on, Dylan

I guess it

could've been strange being in a new place.

Can your dad

come out and play?

But it didn't take long for Dad to become

a celebrity among the kids on our block.

When's the monster

coming out?

There's no such thing as monsters

You all know that, don't you?

Monsters exist

only in ourselves

They live in the darkest chambers

of our hearts

They never actually

come out into the world...

unless, of course, a metal light appears

in the sky, but when's the last time you saw that?

So why don't we try and be adults

about this and run along home, okay?

- Hey, what's that?

- Mr. Leary!

- What?

- Look Look

- Look.

- There it is.

He was always

a madman for playing with kids.

Mom used to say that was because

he was reallyjust a kid himself.

Mr. Leary, what's this strange power

you have over our children?

I'm the perfect monster

And the house we found

in Oakland was perfect for playing anything...

especially the flashlight game.

Come on, Dylan In the closet

But it was different now,

the way he played with us.

It was like he had to do it.

After the heartbreak had happened,

sometimes I wondered...

if Dad didn't need our games

more than we did.

Okay. Right. That's right.

This is gonna be your bass note, okay?

Ready?

Where's "C"? Right Great

Great Now again

Sorry, Mom

Right

Very, very nice, Jackie.

- Hey, Jackie

- Hey

Mom?

Mom died last winter.

Dylan, don't wake Dad

Dylan and I were

still learning things you need to know...

when you move to a new house.

Like in our case:

Don't play in the backyard.

If you get caught

in there, they eat you

Out front, there was a whole

neighborhood to get to know.

Split the difference, okay?

Put the ball right there, okay?

Like Mr. Festinger, who always

yelled at his son Edward for being retarded.

Edward!

Edward, what did I tell you

about your eyes and the ball?

Never take your eyes off the ball

All right You almost caught it

You almost caught that one Come on Let's go

And Dexter, who lived next door.

My mom might be sleeping

His parents were really his grandparents...

because his real parents had split

from each other and from him...

and probably from everything.

Guess what We got company

Let's go to my room

Of course,

his grandparents weren't doing much better.

Did I tell you

he was a fighting Seabee?

No one else on our street would

let their kids play at the Mitchell's.

Come on Let's go

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