You administer a cure, switching everyone back
Freddy’s no longer Jason, so they both can relax
King Kong stops wailing, no longer the Banshee
But after this mix-up, the monsters get antsy
Your DiePhone buzzes. Igor sent you a text.
What logistical horrors await you next?!
He’s scoured the village and asked all the studs
But he cannot find any witch beauty mud
“Igor,” you text. “Are you numbskull or knave?”
“You’ll find what we need at…”