As the gloomy glass witch entered the room, she encountered the Cookie Monster who was running amok, smashing light bulbs, throwing them at the walls and listening to them pop and shatter, the dark cavern of his mouth, open wide and moaning moronically as he lobbed the light bulbs hither and thither. The sour expression on the face of the witch could do nothing to deter him. A mobile phone entered the room and waved with its tiny hand. It sat down on the couch, giggling.

Even though the witch shouted at the top of her voice, she could not stop the Cookie Monster from smashing all the expensive light bulbs. The glass witch worried that if this behaviour were to continue, the Cookie Monster (who had appeared to have taken total leave of his senses) might well smash her. She did not want this. She did not want to be smashed.

It all seemed rather astonishing. It made me feel like a different kind of person. The mobile phone kept giggling, frantically waving its tiny hands in excitement, unable to control its little outbursts. The sound in that room was the sound of noise in bloom, and what a pretty racket!

As the Cookie Monster continued shouting and smashing the light bulbs, it began to come out with all this stuff about Rembrandt, all these art historical facts, figures and jargon, as if it were stuck in some kind of trance, uttering all this Rembrandt stuff.

There were a lot of Dachshunds running around. You could tell that the glass witch was becoming very impatient. She just wanted all the smashing to stop before she herself got smashed. It was time to call the Military Police and put a stop to all this nonsense. Pretty soon they would run out of the expensive light bulbs, or even worse, she would get smashed in to a million pieces, which is exactly what she did not want.

To calm things down a little before the Military Police arrived, she summoned The Boy on the Dolphin whose bright, wide smile and peanut butter coloured hair, would perhaps help to calm the situation.

As The Boy went gliding through the room on his silver vehicle, everybody grew suddenly ashamed. They felt as though they ought to try and behave themselves.