Blackmoth the Terriblest was just too cute and we've been trying to trick him into a repeat performance. Last night as we were tucking the boys into bed we finally just came out and asked him.

Lovely Wife: Goodnight Blackmoth.

Burger: I'm not Blackmoth.

Me: You were Blackmoth the other night.

Burger: No I wasn't.

Bacon: Yeah, no he isn't.

Me: Sure you were. With the Power Rangers sheet over your head...remember?

Lovely Wife: It was Aladdin sheets, actually.

Burger: No. Not me.

Me: You don't remember jumping into our room and yelling "I'm Blackmoth!"?

Burger: I'm not Blackmoth. I'm Burger.

Lovely Wife: Well you were pretending to be Blackmoth.

Burger: No. Not me. I'm not Blackmoth.

And then it hit me. Of course he won't admit to being Blackmoth! He's in his cover identity of Burger Peacock. Only his closest and darkest associates and henchmen (aka Bacon) are permitted to know that Burger, unassuming neighborhood kid, is actually Blackmoth the Terriblest, nefarious watcher of Nick at Night.

He's good. Oh, he's real good.