The tiny grey mouse wearing a top hat rode on the brown and white sparrow’s shoulders and held his little jar, capped tightly, as he flew through the icy, cold London night. The sky was dark, and the city was lit up with a hue of yellow-orange on the buildings’ bricks. “It’s getting a bit early, Cheeser,” the sparrow chirped as they flew past the Big Ben. “And we’ve only delivered a quarter of the dreams!”

“That’s true, Pipsqueak,” the mouse responded. “It looks like some people will need to have no dreams at all. At least it’s better than nightmares!” They flew down to another neighborhood, and the mouse opened the jar, and the emptiness in the jar turned into a dash of colors, flying into each of the windows of each house.

Pipsqueak always loved watching the colors spin and twirl, but tonight was different. Right as the colors touched the windows, they flew off so fast that it almost took the Cheeser’s top hat and fuzzy denim jacket off. In the distance, a sparkle of black and evil purple gleamed through a neighborhood. “I think Madam Eight is out there, too!” Cheeser squeaked. “Fly, Pipsqueak! We mustn’t tarry! We have to get as many good dreams as we can before Madam Eight and Hopper do! We can’t afford to lose again!”

Riding on Pipsqueak’s back, Cheeser flew off into the distance, spreading good dreams and making sure nightmares don’t happen.

Meanwhile, an unusually large fuzzy black spider rode on a red-eyed grasshopper, hopping across the roofs of the neighborhoods, while carrying a sack of nightmares with some of them leaking out of the little holes in it. “Looks like we’re winning again, Hopper. Someday, we’ll get all of London to see the wrath of our nightmares!” the spider said, getting more evil and evil and the end of the sentence. Sometimes, even Hopper rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of Madam Eight’s evilness.

They landed on another roof, letting the nightmare leak out of the sack into the tiles of the roof, giving everyone in the house, even the dog and the cat, a wonderfully evil nightmare. When they finished the neighborhood, they loved hearing one of the puny, scared humans scream because of the dreams. As they made their way to another, they saw a collection of neighborhoods with the glitter of good dreams coming from each house. There was so much glitter that some of it flew up to Hopper. “Oh, the putrid smell of these horrid good dreams!” Madam Eight said as she sneezed away all the glitter out of her nose.

Pipsqueak snickered behind her quietly, with Cheeser riding on him, giving a big, bright smile. “We won,” he whispered under his breath. “we won.”

‘NO YOU DIDN’T, YOU LITTLE RASCAL!” Madam Eight roared so suddenly as she turned around to see Cheeser knocked right off of Pipsqueak. “THERE SHALL BE ONE MORE HOUR TO THE NIGHT, AND NIGHTMARES SHOULD TAKE OVER ALL OF ENGLAND!”

Cheeser looked up at the Big Ben. It was already 6:00, shouldn’t the sun be up already? He shook his head, and his fur puffed up. “Tonight will be a different night, Bug,” he growled, and then he flew away, with his jacket flying behind him, catching the wind like a cape. There were hints of the black and purple of the nightmares stuck inside his jacket. “We will win again, you little rat, I promise you.” were Madam Eight’s last words before she flew off again, chuckling as the little sparkles of nightmares dropped off of Cheeser’s jacket into nieghborhood after nieghborhood, her sack spreading nightmares and screams throughout London for the last two hours of the extended night.