"I would really like to be a big, scary monster!" Derrick giggled, not aware that the way he thought had regressed to match his physical age. This was like a great game of pretend, and he could go around being a ferocious creature that everybody screamed and ran away from.
Hebe chuckled. "So my cute little boy wants to be a monster?" She thought a moment. "I do believe we could use a scary monster. How would you like to be a beast with three heads, big fangs dripping drool and blood red eyes, sharp claws and black fur? A huge and terrifying dog that no one would mess with. Well, except for Hercules, and he's busy in New York this week."
That sounded familiar to Derrick, though he had to really struggle to remember. "That's Sarabus? I think I saw it in a cartoon."
"Cerebus." Hebe corrected. "And you will definitely not be a cartoon."