Tod wakes, sitting up with a grunt.

His familiar bed tries to keep him in its grip, the very mattress folding around him like a hot dog bun, but Tod prevails, leaping past the bed's foot. Once an ordinary mattress, fate brought it to life under the animating slumbers of Tod. Now it hungers for consciousness like a vampire for blood.

Tod opens the bedroom door. It opens into a vast, dark void of perfect blackness, enclosed within a grid of large black panels separated by strips of neon light. As Tod bravely step forward, grass materializes under his foot, from which it spreads out ahead of him with rapidity. As the grass continues to ripple outward in a wave, entire landscapes spring up from it. Above it all materializes an early morning blue sky.

On the horizon appears an army of beings drawn from tales of myth and legend. The horde moves forward, its vanguard a thousand fae. They march as if in a trance, their minds ensorcelled.

Tod looks solemnly at the mysterious new realm spread out before him and sighs.

"Still hungry, are you, Bed?"

The Mattress of Might creaks affirmatively.

Tod knows what he must do. The only way to reach the other end of the hallway is to venture through the world summoned before him. He has a schedule to follow, but hopes his boss will understand if he is late. Grabbing his mighty battle mattress, the one who summoned this strange realm, Tod goes forth to face his destiny, dashing straight for the horde with a menacing snarl.

"It's time for a BEDTIME BEATDOWN!"

(Author's Note: You can be director, a voice in Tod's ear, play any role, or just press Enter to watch Tod traverse the land, putting to bed all who stand in his way.)