Art by:  Hank88

The stadium's packed mass of spectators cheered and roared at the sound of a bat smacking against a curveball; a rowdy cheer from the hometown crowd close to deafening, spurring on the sprinting batter as he rounded first base and dashed toward second. Fielders scrambled, the shortstop nearly fumbling the ball as a tremor reverberated through the ground. The out missed, the runner sliding in safely to second base well before the ball reached the baseman's mitt. The crowd kept cheering, yelling, shouting on the double. Another batter took to the field beside home plate as a pop song played over the stadium loudspeakers, jumbotrons flashing with exciting graphics and a dramatic 360 spin of the man at bat.

With the runs tied, and a man in scoring position, the pitcher steeled his jaw and did his best to block out the tens of thousands of shouting spectators as he refused throw after throw suggested by the catcher before finally deciding. He took a deep breath, wound up, and threw. As his arm arced forward, the earth shook again, defeating his focus, and sending the slider wide. Insult to injury; the crowd roared anew. He stumbled as he circled the pitcher's mound to shake off the jitters as he waited for the umpire to hand the catcher a new ball after throwing the old one to an exuberant fan.

The pitcher took his position once more, glove held up to receive the new ball as it was thrown his way. He never caught it. Instead, he froze, mouth agape as the ball flew wide to his left. Behind him, the runner, outfielders, basement, and few fans in the outfield stands mirrored his lack of motion. Over the rim of the stadium, looming above scoreboards and lighting fixtures rose a pair of fuzzy, triangular ears. Cones of fluff adorned with "little" blue spheres larger than entire sections of stands, waving prairies of disheveled blond hair, and a pair of gently curved, smooth horns.

Thousands facing the other way took no notice of the titanic head looming behind them, the batter saw nothing, their attentions too focused on snacks and drinks and the excitement of the game, the umpire and catcher too busy shaking their heads at the missed throw to take notice of the twitching, wiggling, titanic ears taking in the sounds of the game. And as for the monster laid across a huge swath of the car-filled parking lot, sprawled over millions of dollars of now worthless automobiles...She was too busy congratulating herself and mumbling "Can't see me! Can't see meeeee!" to think that the top of her head would be sticking out in plain view for all to see.