I’ll take “Masters of the Underworld” for a thousand, Alex

“The quizmaster is describing various monsterish toys sold at Toys’R’Us and the teams are asked to identify them. The real monsters are having a difficult time. They are good with faces, but bad with names. They seem to “know” all of the monsters but cannot correctly identify them, so perhaps one member of the team will see a photograph or a replica of a scale-covered, slime-oozing ogre armed with a spiked hammer and the monster teammate says something like, “Argh! I know that guy!! What’s his name? Lives in the Shadow Forest. He used to be in my car pool!! Oh, by Valdemont’s Crack, I cannot summon his name!” And so on.”

tremble details a recent gameshow-oriented dream.