"Grrr...night, sleep tight. Eat a bedbug tonight," says Woolsey's Granny as she tucks him in. But Woolsey has things to do. He has to rub his fangs, read a ghoul-time story and count the bats before he heads off to nightmareland. Will Granny ever get Woolsey into bed? And just what do little monsters dream when they go grrr-night?