His shoes were not shined

Mine were too wet to wear

So I went in barefoot

As we faced that big scare

The house was all spooky

With a scary big cat

Who changed into a whirlwind

In a red and white hat

I stared down at my feet

And my face was all shocks

What are they? I asked

To Fox in his socks

He looked down at my feet, wiping away the custardy ooze now weeping from them. "They're twister blisters, and I think the monster we face is a Geisel," Mulder replied, ignoring any attempt at verse.808Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡigtNJ0GrAx

"A Geisel?" I said, offering him a sandwich.

"Don't worry, Scully," he said, shaking his head. "he's full of bluster."

"Well, I'm flustered," I told him. "This is dastardly."

"Well, we'll have to hurry up," Mulder urged me, as I limped along, "so as to master faster this dastardly custardy twistery blistery blustery monster flustery mystery."

"Or we'll be Muldery Scully mustily history," I added, taking a deep breath, as Mulder finally took a sandwich off me.

Suddenly there was a huge laugh, so big we could see HO HO HO spelled out in giant letters, and the house, and more importantly my feet, suddenly returned to normal, as if the whirlwind had never been there.

"I guess he must like tongue twisters," said Mulder, as he took another bite of the sandwich. "What's in this, anyway?"