One night I was cleaning up the play room and as I was putting something in the toy box, I looked up and saw the T-Rex apparently hunting the Wiggles.
They even look scared. Except for Greg. You know he's still singing away. Murray is clearly in awe and probably grabbing on to Greg. Jeff is about to pass out either from exhaustion or the weight of his accordion. It looks like Anthony is the only real hero. Arm cocked back, he is ready to launch the nearest object (look out Jeff!) at the T-Rex and save the day.
I didn't get involved. I wasn't in love with the Wiggles. They more drive me nuts than made me happy. I let nature take it's course.