No, this doesn't have anything to do with the R. L. Stine books.
Rather, it has to do with the Naked Cowboy, who was in his skivvies at about 30 degrees the other night. The link above is to a YouTube attestation that he can't sing, or play the guitar, yet seems to be strangely successful.
But the strangest thing of all is that it was cold as hell, and you could see your breath, and there he was in his boots, hat and undies doing his thing. Dang!
And the truth is: nary a goosebump was noted.
[Second and third photos courtesy of Shawn Lea]