Dogbert and a boy sit on a park bench. The little boy says, "Boy, I'm really in trouble with my parents . . ." Dogbert says, "That's okay, Brett. Our society finds it humorous when young boys are mischievous." Brett replies, "I went on a three-week murder spree." Dogbert laughs nervously."
Dogbert says into the telephone, "I'm sorry to bother you at work, Dilbert, but apparently the furniture has become possessed by mischievous spirits." The chair and the hassock have faces and clawed feet. Dogbert says to the chair and hassock, "He wants to know who you guys are." The chair responds, "Upholsterygeist."