“Since you need the Baby Tears, I don’t think you should complain,” Lucy said. She couldn’t take her eyes off Georgie Porgie. She was fascinated by the man, leader of the twisted pirate-looking Boogeymen, even though he was at least ten years older than her.
“Your turn,” Georgie Porgie howled at Cry Baby amidst the crazy shouting crowd. He looked a bit tipsy from the drink now. His voice was gushy, and he was full of himself, laughing at everyone around him. “Who calls themselves Cry Baby?” Georgie Porgie laughed at his opponent. The crowd shared his laugh instantly.
Cry Baby’s last shot made him dizzy. Georgie Porgie gave him a choice to continue and pass out eventually, or give up now. Cry Baby decided he’d give up, waving his heavy hands in the air. Georgie picked up his pudding pie and slammed it into Cry Baby’s face, declaring himself a winner. The boogie band started playing louder now, the singer squeezing harder on the Giraffe’s neck, spilling out his lyrics. Everyone went back to their tables or started dancing.
“All drinks are on me tonight,” Georgie Porgie announced with two pirate girls in his arms.
“I’m going to tell you something that none of you will like,” Axel said to the rest. “You know what they were drinking in the competition?”
“What? Whiskey?” Lucy asked.
“Nope,” Axel said. “Baby Tears.”
“No way,” Fable said.
“Those tiny glasses were filled with Baby Tears,” Axel nodded.
“So this is what Baby Tears is?” Lucy wondered. “That’s why Loki didn’t like it when I offered it to him in the Deadly Ever After party.”
“I can’t believe that,” Fable said. “Are tears like their fuel or something?”
“We missed a great opportunity,” Lucy said. “We could’ve just picked up a glass before they cleared the table.
We’ll have to go talk to Georgie Porgie now, so we can get the Baby Tears.”
Georgie Porgie pushed the groupies clinging to his arms away and walked to the bar. It looked like he was about to make a speech.
“To all my fellow, creepy, ugly-looking, baby-scaring Boogies,” he shouted as the music stopped again, making a toast. “I salute you for your hard work, sleepless nights, and sacrificing yourself, being away from your wives, husbands, and children for the cause of Boogism. It’s a lost art that no one cares for anymore.”
The crowd roared.
“Yeaaaaah!” Axel picked an empty glass and hailed with them.
“What are you doing?” Fable sneered at him.
“We have to fit in, and pretend we belong,” Axel explained. “Besides, Georgie is so cool.”
“People these days are only interested in vampires—” Georgie continued his speech.
“Overrated—“
“And ghosts,” Georgie said.
“Stupid—”
“And the silly moon demons who call themselves werewolves,” Georgie Porgie added.
“Too hairy!”
“I hate werewolves,” Georgie Porgie said, and everyone agreed. “They’re pretentious, good for nothing, and it surprises me that humans are scared of them when all they need is a barber to shave their long annoying sideburns,” Georgie gulped down his drink and ordered another one instantly. It wasn’t Baby Tears anymore, or Loki would’ve snatched it and ran away.
Georgie burped out loud, and the crowd burped back.
Loki and his friends clipped their noses with their fingers. It was going to be a whole lotta smelly, and they couldn’t take it anymore.
“Things like these confuse me,” Axel commented with his fingers clipping his nose, sounding like a broken trumpet. “Do I clip my nose for the smell, or cover my ears to mask the unbearable roar these guys are creating?”
“We are the Boogeymen!” Georgie announced as if he were saying, ‘We are the champions.’ “We’re the scariest, most primitive monsters on earth…and we’re proud,” Georgie watched the crowd nod their heads. “Oh, boy, we’re proud of ourselves. We were here before any other monster. We’ve been here since man invented the amazing closet and wardrobe. Thus, man invented us by his own will,” the crowd agreed. “And then they started calling us names, making movies about us, and belittling us.”
“But we scare the boogie woogie out of their babies,” someone replied from the crowd.
“Stupid humans, stupid babies,” Georgie said. “If they only knew how hard our work is…”
The crowd nodded agreeably.
“We work hard, and we work at night, the time everyone else is resting and dreaming,” Georgie said. “Each Boogeyman spends the whole night trapped in a closet until the right moment comes when the child is alone in the room, so he can do his job and scare it,” Georgie’s eyes scanned all his fellow Boogeymen. “Obnoxious children!”
“Yeah!” someone said.
“Human children are horrible!” another said.