" You know who used to scare me when I was a little kid? Snuggle the Bear."
"Do I know Snuggle?"
"In those TV ads for that fabric softener. Somebody would say how soft their robe was or their towels, and Snuggle the teddy bear would be hiding behind a pillow or creeping around under a chair, giggling."
"He was just happy that people were pleased."
"No, it was maniacal little giggle. And his eyes were glazed. And how did he get in all those houses to hide and giggle?"
"You're saying Snuggle should've been charged with B and E?"
"Absolutely. Most of the time when he giggled, he covered his mouth with one paw. I always thought he didn't want you to see his teeth."
"Snuggle had bad teeth?" she asked.
"I figured they were rows of tiny vicious fangs he was hiding. When I was maybe four or five, I used to have nightmares where I'd be in bed with a teddy bear, and it was Snuggle, and he was trying to chew open my jugular and suck the lifeblood out of me."
She said, "So much about you suddenly makes more sense than it ever did before."
"Maybe if we aren't cops someday, we can open a toy shop."
"Can we run a toy shop and have guns?"
"I don't see why not," he said. "

― Dean Koontz , City of Night (Dean Koontz's Frankenstein #2)