Bubbles: (Starts shivering in fear)
Cross: (Locks the door, then grabs one of the desks) Guys, help me move the desks. (Turns to you) I'm not taking any chances, Mr. Dream.
20 MINUTES LATER..
Bubbles: (Knocks on the door, shivering)
[Her bullies stole her jacket when she was halfway to Noot's house]
Cross: (Knocks on your door)
Bubbles: (Trying not to cry)
?? 2: (Quietly to Mr. Nightmare) Um.. Mr. Nightmare? You might want to look under your desk. That quiet kid looks like she's about to cry.