Do you know what monsters get after all our hard work destroying a town just to annihilate one small group of teenagers? Or after a 40-square-mile section of the Great Smokey Mountains burns down because our practice mind ray still has a few kinks? (We’ve almost got it figured out, by the way!)
We don’t get thanks, I can tell you that. We get paperwork.
We’re no strangers to navigating red tape, but we’d be swamped for the next 47 years if we had to fill out all those duplicate forms by ourselves. That’s why every monster’s most valuable right-hand gal (or guy!) is its personal assistant.
Without Becky, we would never have the time to kick back and watch a bad movie. We probably would have had to settle with the dungeon minions on their labor dispute last year, or we would have slaughtered half of them in frustration. And we wouldn’t know the first place to start in organizing the annual Monstey Awards banquet dinner at the Olive Garden. No idea how she juggles it all.
She even helped us track down all these old links!
Thanks, Becky, for all you do around the SML Haunted Mansion and Blog Laboratory. As a show of gratitude, we promise not to eat one of your cousins this week.
