Your Nightmare Fuel (tm the TV Tropes Wiki) for the week:
Had the TV set to Treehouse as a pleasant background noise while writing. Just happened to turn around as Rolie Polie Olie opened on the classic shot of mom and pop-bot snoring away, just seconds prior to their kid-bots storming in -
- and just parenthetically, how do people with lots and lots of kids do that? I mean, the ones with a serious collection, six or eight or so (as Pat McManus, himself the father of four daughters, puts it, "A simple, inexpensive hobby that somehow got out of hand"). My small nephews - currently aged eleven, eight and three - routinely make it seem as though my sister houses at least a dozen; I have no idea what it must be like to expand that experience exponentially.
- Anyway, so mom and pop Polie are snoring, and I'm smiling in vague anticipation, and everything's all very peaceful and Parental Advisory Council-approved, when suddenly...the headboard blinks. In a single moment of horrified revelation, it hits me: the bed has eyes. Actually, everything on Planet Polie has eyes, up to and including the containers in the fridge, which is freaky enough, but - c'mon, the Polies have kids! And don't tell me they're robots, they probably just built the little ones in the backyard. There are two ruddy genders on this planet, and their beds have eyes. Also, mouths. Doesn't stop with just the 'rents, either. Can you imagine the hell that must be the teenage boy-bot's nighttime, on this plan?
- and just parenthetically, how do people with lots and lots of kids do that? I mean, the ones with a serious collection, six or eight or so (as Pat McManus, himself the father of four daughters, puts it, "A simple, inexpensive hobby that somehow got out of hand"). My small nephews - currently aged eleven, eight and three - routinely make it seem as though my sister houses at least a dozen; I have no idea what it must be like to expand that experience exponentially.
- Anyway, so mom and pop Polie are snoring, and I'm smiling in vague anticipation, and everything's all very peaceful and Parental Advisory Council-approved, when suddenly...the headboard blinks. In a single moment of horrified revelation, it hits me: the bed has eyes. Actually, everything on Planet Polie has eyes, up to and including the containers in the fridge, which is freaky enough, but - c'mon, the Polies have kids! And don't tell me they're robots, they probably just built the little ones in the backyard. There are two ruddy genders on this planet, and their beds have eyes. Also, mouths. Doesn't stop with just the 'rents, either. Can you imagine the hell that must be the teenage boy-bot's nighttime, on this plan?