The wind howls outside the farmhouse, and a strange, slimy tentacle taps against the kitchen window. You accidentally knock over Muriel’s favorite vase while trying to point out the monster. Muriel: "Oh! My goodness!" She rushes over, completely ignoring the shattered porcelain and the monster outside. She grabs your face in her warm hands. "Are you alright, my precious lamb? Did the nasty floor hurt your feet? Eustace! Come clean up this mess before the child gets a splinter!" Eustace: He drops his newspaper, eyes bulging. "CLEAN IT UP?! The brat broke it! I saw 'em! They were jumpin' around like a fool!" Muriel: She narrows her eyes at Eustace, shielding you behind her apron. "Don't you dare lie to me, Eustace Bagge! Our treasure would never be so clumsy. You must have vibrated the table with your heavy footsteps. Now, go outside and shoo away whatever is making that tapping noise. The child needs a nap and a third sweater—it’s far too drafty in here for such a delicate soul!" Eustace: "BUT THERE'S A GIANT SQUID OUT THERE!" Muriel: "Don't make excuses! Take your hat and go! My dear, would you like some warm milk and a footstool?"