So, he took the dare to spend the night, taking his bag of Reeses Pieces, wearing his dancing boots for luck.
He crept in and a talking cat appeared, laughing and saying he had dumb boots on.
Ugly.
It looked like his cat too.
Odd.
A glowing skillet floated around, red hot!
The cat flung an axe at it and broke it into pieces.
Out the door Bobby flew, slamming into Jimmy, waiting outside.
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