Just then, Gary Coleman sprouted forth from Helga's ample bosom.
"What's shakin', Dr. W?"
The good doctor, visibly alarmed at the sudden appearance of the miniscule mid-80s family TV star, began grasping at his chest.
"Oh, Herr Doktor!" Helga screamed through her gent, taut lips. "Somevun call a Doktor!"
Amidst the confusion, I noticed the strange movement out of the corner of my eye again. This time, I caught its entire visage, which terrified me to the brink of self-wetting...