Riley didn't know about this plan. True, it was better than anything she can think of, but still, there were too many parts she can't account for. What if the monsters know all the other monsters, or notice that the pillows and blankets are missing? What if the pillows and blankets are there for a more sinister reason than her mind can conjure up? She rolled here eyes and stared weirdly at Arthur. She didn't know if it was his lilting American accent or what, but something told her that his idea may not be the best . . . 

However, what choice did she have? And with time running out, too. Reluctantly, she ducked under the covers and nestled herself in the stuffy embrace of the pillows. "I'm not happy about this," she said. Hopefully, her voice carried to him even under all these fabrics. It was only a matter of time until the wiseness of their decision was revealed to them in the form of a hungry monster.