The Midnight Screamer was more of a character than most of the characters I met along the way. He was a perky young teen dressed in a fireman's uniform. Somehow, at least once a week he managed to escape from his room at the stroke of midnight , run up and down the hallways, and scream, “FIRE … FIRE … FIRE.” They told me that he's been shouting “fire” for years. Ditzy stated that the Midnight Screamer never tells lies about anything, and that he was keeping us safe and prepared just in case there really ever was a fire. But each time there wasn't a fire, Dr. Ding-a-Ling punished him by putting a muzzle on his mouth in addition to no food or drink for 12 hours.

Since Screamer was all alone, one night I broke out of my birdcage and joined him. He needed the support. That midnight as he cried out “FIRE ” up and down the hallways, I screamed out over the hospital's PA system, “BOMB, EARTHQUAKE, TORNADO, MONSOON, GAS EXPLOSION, HURRICANE, ACID RAIN, AVALANCHE, NUCLEAR ATTACK, ALIENS LANDING, TIDAL WAVE, METEOR SHOWER, VOLCANIC ERUPTION.” On and on I screamed. I was not to be outdone. We should all be Midnight Screamers and warn each other of possible dangers, don't you think? There should even be a Midnight Screamer in each cemetery of the world. Imagine how long it would take for a dead person to break out of his coffin and run for safety. We don't want the dead to die twice , now do we?

Saving humans from themselves and warning them of possible catastrophes was a Dodo Creed mission after all. Midnight Screamer and I were a dream team-screaming machine come true.