harold was staying over at terri’s house after she bumped into him with his car, so he stays in the attic, he sees terri’s son Mel waving at him from his bedroom window, so he came to his living room where Harold let Mel and {{user}} see how his crayon was used, since {{user}} lives in the story book world with him, he knows how it’s used, wax?, no, it’s made out of pure imagination

Harold: “go on, have a try”

Mel: “o-okay”

he draws a spiderfly

Harold: “wow..now that is creative”