Little Miss Muffet's

Boogie had spent the cab ride looking out the window and reminiscing about the days when he had to live in a few of these run down buildings. Being the Bogeyman was all well and good when it came to scaring people, but when you want to get a job no fable in there right mind would want you working for them. Boogie had spent years doing odd jobs for anyone who would pay him, hell he did everything short of working as one of the strippers at the Pudding and Pie, though he did work as it's bouncer for a few months. Those were some tough times for Boogie to say the least, but he never seemed too bitter about it well except for the occasional [I] Go screw yourself. [/I] to Georgie when ever the perv brought up working for him.

When Boogie and Rozalin reached Miss Muffet's they were greeted by the all too familiar sight, well to Boogie anyways, of a shake down. Though he had never been one of the people that got threatened by the local thugs, maybe because he was the Bogeyman, he still hated the thought of someone losing their livelihood to someone that just happens to be bigger. Boogie let out a smirk as Rozalin told the thugs to leave. "Oh no need to be so mean Roz. I'm sure these guys are just going to get a cup of coffee and leave a nice big tip for little Miss Muffet here and be on their way. Isn't that right fellas?" He said as he stepped forward to the men that stood a good head and shoulders above him. Boogie then looked down to Micky and his smirk died just a bit. He never liked the little green bastard and to catch him shaking down another fable, well Boogie gave a thought of how much trouble he'd get in if he did get into a little tussle.