Midnight Pals: The Halloween Factory 2

[at Stephen King's halloween party]
Dean Koontz: hey guys! wow! thanks for letting me come to your party!
Barker: oh man you let dean come?
Barker: great, that's just great
Poe: now clive be nice
Barker: edgar he's going to cramp our style
Poe: it'll be fine clive

Koontz: hey whats this bottle for
Barker: its for spinning
Koontz: ohhhh
Koontz:
Koontz: why?
Barker: you see edgar?? you SEE???

Koontz: gosh guys do ever wonder how the great pumpkin delivers all those toys in just one night
Barker: oh my god
Barker: i am dying here
Poe: clive be nice
Barker: i told you he's not mature enough for halloween parties
Poe: look just play along
Poe: steve's mom made him invite him

Koontz: hey why are people pairing off in the closet?
Barker: ugh dean! you're such a pain!
Barker: god, i wish i knew the magic words to make the king of the goblins come take you away
Barker: cuz really
Barker: i am done with this

Koontz: [bursts into tears, runs off]
Poe: oh clive now look what you've done
Barker: oh he'll be fine
Barker: a little crying is good for a kid
Barker: it builds character
Barker: i have nothing to apologize for
Barker: i am not feeling guilty!! at all!!!

Ray Bradbury: Dean Koontz! Why, they say that the day dean koontz was born all the soda bottles overfizzed their caps and all the baseball home teams slid right over home plate! the stars twinkled brighter and the sun shone warmer, all the gap-toothed little girls in pigtails smiled the sweeter

Bradbury: eyes so bright like the stars in sky above glimpsed on a warm july evening, mosquitoes buzzing in your ear, but you don't mind, no sir, you don't mind cuz becky thatcher with the ice cream smile is right there at your side
Barker: ray we can all hear you
Barker:
Barker: what are you doing

Bradbury: you! cenobite! ape! clown! italian!
Bradbury: you don't know what you've done
Bradbury: your dean koontz, your precious bean of a boy, dean kootz
Bradbury: snatched away before his time  
Bradbury: like the ripe red apples of so many summer memories

King: wait, what are you saying?
King: is dean in trouble?
Bradbury: in trouble! like old man mcgillicutty's corner drug store threatened by the ravenous beast of time, swallowed by the smoke-belching demons of so-called progress

Bradbury:... a gleaming future of immaculate steel and glass pushed by gray-faced men in suits who don't remember the kiss of childhood
King:
King: so
King: uh
King: is dean in trouble?