[ TT ] A child is kidnapped . Outraged , the monsters that live under their bed and in their closet vow to find them .

I saw him from the corner of my eye, woken up from my slumber as darkness finally fell. He creaked open the door, only a golden eye visible as I pushed a hand from out the bed, only to be met with her pillow. 
 
... Everything to be dropped was to be tugged three times, before I could see her hand scrambling to get it as quickly as possible. But this time, I had the pillow between my fingers, and no small hand reached to get it. And the closet creaked more and more, until he got out completely, dusting his old coat as another figure, twice as tall and twice as slim, began crouching. That's how I knew it my was my cue to get out, slithering with the pillow tucked tight at my spine. Joints rattled, popped and cracked, I have n't gotten out of his bed since Mother was but a baby and I craddled her each time Grandfather was wasting his nights in his twenties tending to a baby. 
 
 I looked up at Top Hat, poor fellow had to bend down, shoulders stuck to the ceiling as his nails reached the floor. We barely saw each other, us three, but we did such a great job we did n't need to have monthly or yearly meetings. But Father's job seems now to have angered the wrong people, if what we heard downstairs was correct. 
 
 And after bed time, Baby was n't there, so we figured they had no reason to lie to us. And Coat pulled down his coat, arranging his tie before bowing to kiss my knuckles. Chivalry never died now, do n't be mistaken. Even if their canines scratch your bones in the greeting, a gentleman remains a gentleman. 
 
 `` They're not far. Twenty to the West, three to the Nord.'' And there went Top Hat, first dust blowing out of the window, then a shadow onto the streets. Faster than their cars, silenter than their mute button. After all, Top Hat was modeled from Father's fear of shadows. Coat bowed once again before he followed suit, a result of the movie Dracula being showcased when they thought Baby was asleep. 
 
 I was modeled after Uncle was sick of Mary Poppins and created a new story for Mother-Baby. So it was only normal that I grabbed my umbrella from under the bed, dusted it and followed suit. Without Baby, we are nothing. We need to protect what is ours.
