"You must listen!" Frank cried. "I must come in!"

"Uh, says the goose who's looking like he would die if he didn't tear my furniture up," you roll your eyes.

"No, you don't understand!" Frank flapped his wings urgently. "They're after me! And will be after you too if you don't let me in!"

"Who's 'they'?" you ask. "Is this some sort of beginning-of-apocalypse stuff? Because if so, I'm really not interested."

"They're here!" Frank squaked. "Quick, move and close the door!"

"Heck no, I am not falling for this today, nuh uh," you shake your head to prove your point.

Frank watches as you close your door without him inside. He turns and waddles off with a sour look on his face. The second he is out of your sight, he is a human again.

"That's the second time this week," He grumbles.

Then a light bulb pops up above his head. He grabs and smashes it before rubbing his hands together mischievously.

"Looks I'm going to have to _up_ my game here,"