Rummaging through your small plastic bag of possesions for a suitable weapon to use against the monster, you come across a copy of 'Twinkle,' the comic for little girls. 'I don't remember this being in here,' you say, 'still, it'll just have to do.' You roll it up to make a sort of impromptu club and take a few practice swings. 'You couldn't kill a mosquito with this!' you sigh, but there is nothing else of use in the bag so, you step forward and face the monster. It should be a matter of great personal pride to you that, against all the odds, you manage to swat the monster no less than three times across the knee before it bites off your head. Donald follows for dessert, clowns natrually being sugar-coated. FIN.