"Shit!" Arnold said as the back porch light came on.
Moments later his mother and father came out of the house, clad only in their bathrobes.
"Where the hell have you been?" asked his father rather irritatedly. "Your mother and I have been worried sick!"
"Just out...that's all," Arnold said, sounding equally irritated.
"Well, it's time for you boys to come inside, there are a lot of freaks out tonight," his mother said. "I'll call your parents," she told me.
"There's a LOT of freaks out?" I asked. "What do you mean?" I couldn't help but wonder how many werewolves were prowling about the streets tonight. How far had my wish gone?
"Oh yeah," Arnold's father replied, "There's a fucking ton of them out tonight. A coupla hours ago, Judy and I got bitten by some freak outside of the 7-11."
"You were BOTH bitten?" I asked, a little concerned, because a familiar soft white glow was emanating from the sky. Our friend the moon had come back out from behind the clouds.
"Yeah..the freak was going on about the moonlight right before he...he...bit..." Arnold's father began to trail off as he stared at the sky.
"Fred...I feel...I feel...strange," said Judy, Arnold's mom, not even seeming to realize she was slowly opening her robe up, letting more of the moonlight hit her skin.
Arnold seemed equally transfixed. "Wow..this..this is weird," he said, arching his head up to see the moon.