Dennis was dreaming. He was running down a dark corridor, being chased by a giant jellybaby intent on marrying him off to it's daughter. As dreams went, it was rather stupid and his ability to realise this robbed the dream of any sort of menace that it possibly could have possessed. Still, he had just reached the end of a corridor - which was a dead end, of course - when the jellybaby raised it's hand and -- Rose and Rolf climbed into his bed with him. "I don't want to marry your daughter," he groaned, looking at them groggily.
He blinked for several seconds, then yawned ponderously. "Oh hello you two," he said, having got his bearings properly. "Happy Birthday to me indeed!"