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Edited slightly to make what I typed fit the accents implied.

The scene: it is a childs room, after lights out.
There is a HUGE walk in closet in the corner from which an almost inaudible noise is heard.
It is the distinct sound of two giant rabbits teleporting into a closet stuffed full of clothes and toys.
Young Timmy awakes and stares at his closet in fright, he's certain a monster is in there!
“Where the devil are we?” a London accent floats out through the door.
“A-a-are you closet monsters?” Timmy stammers out.
Presently the door slides open and one pair of eyes peers out, blinking and shining in the dark.
“Maybe. But then we'd be nibblin’ a bit of yo if we were, roit?” an almost incomprehensible Aussie accent assaults his ears from his closet.
Timmy pulled his blankets up and shivered as the eyes continued to blink at him.
“Oh loverly, we're in a closet. Sergeant, we got bolloxed up. We'll meet up with you shortly.” the London accent said to apparently nobody else in the closet.
“Hey, Jimbo, get a load of the nipper!” the Aussie accent chuckled as a large furry hand pointed from inside the closet.
“Shush you, I'll handle this. Oh dear.” a large light gray bunny shuffled out from the closet to stare and sniff disdainfully at Timmy, huddling in his blankets.
“He's alroit, ain't he? Whadda we do now?” said a speckled form as it shuffled out to join the one referred to as Jimbo.
“Well John, we'll have to convince him that he's suffering some form of mental departure from norms.”
“Eh? Whattsat?”
“Gone cracked, crazed, hallucinating-”
“-Dreaming?” interjected Timmy.
“Yes, exactly my good fellow.” Jim St Johns of Albans made a good natured point with his scanner pad.
Timmy seemed to scoot backwards into his pillow.
“You are experiencin a Noitmare!” John Everetts said in his curious Aussie accent.
“So be a good sport and go back to sleep.” Jim St Johns offered.
“But if I'm having a nightmare, I'm already asleep.”
Jim opened his mouth slightly almost in protest but stopped.
Yes, the boy did have a point.
“Very well then, we'll be off. Uh, which way to the front door and the hallway on the other side of that wall?” Jim pointed back to the closet.
Timmy pointed and watched the curious rabbits shuffle off.
“We coulda told ‘im we'd nibble ‘is fingers abit if he squealed.” John muttered.
“And thoroughly break the poor lads spirits as well as his mind? And likely send him off screaming for his parents? Balderdash!” Jim turned and winked at Timmy before sneaking out the door.

A few minutes after the rabbits had left, Timmy went over to his closet.
“There any more bunny monsters in there?” he was disappointed that the answer in reply was “No! Certainly not.”