The story: they come out into the living room...Conner is in Superman footie pajamas with a pillow case tucked into the back of it and Clark is holding his hand and in his free hand, his sonic screwdriver (shut up, don't judge me). They're upset because they heard a noise (our radiator is on crack the past couple of days, seriously) and neither of them can find the monster in their room. Also the toy screwdriver won't make noise anymore, so they're convinced that's why they can't zap the monster away.
I'm just saying...I can't even be mad that they're up at this ungodly hour because the visual was adorable. Plus, I really needed the smile I got out of it