Halloween 2024 - Day 01

Jeeves: It's time, it's time. Time, time to clean up.

Jeeves: I shouldn't have to remind you to tidy up from the year before. It's becoming a bad habit.

Cael: Are you blind, man? This place is spotless. We tossed all that junk from last year within a few days into November.

Jeeves: If that's true, than what is this filth on the floor.

Cael: Well if we're splitting hairs on what counts as junk, perhaps we turn our attention to Exhibit B o'er yonder.

Jeeves: No, that stays. You have no appreciation for high art.

Jeeves: These on the other hand are very inappropriate. I'll have no holiday mixing in my presence.

Jeeves: You can toss it in the landfill with the other misfits.

Meow Mix: You can toss it in the landfill with the other misfits.

Catskills: What, my dignity?

Meow Mix: Course not. That's been composted ages ago. I meant this weird dog with antlers.

Rein-man: I'm a reindeer. I bring Christmas joy.

Meow Mix: Nonsense, reindeer are just domesticated caribou with debilitating breeding seasons.

Rein-man: So I take it that I can't stay?

Meow Mix: Out!

Rein-man: You're a treat. Good luck Catskills.

Hogbug: You can toss it in the landfill with the other misfits.

Hedgekin: Shame, they're still wrapped too. That was a bit of oversight on our part.

Hogbug: Indeed. Let's see what we get for today. It may make up for it.

Voodew!!!
Voodew!!!
Voodew!!!

*ploop*

Hedgekin: Not Voodew...but it seems to be quasi-Halloweeny-ish

Hogbug: And it's orange! You love orange!

Hedgekin: I do! But don't we have something like this already? I feel like they just did a label swap, and that's sort of lazy.

Hogbug: Orange soda? Yes. But not the same kind.

Hogbug: It was Sunkist, see...

Hedgekin: Ah... Wait, that was a reskin too.

Hogbug: So it was

Hogbug: Anywhom, who's this on the label?

Hedgekin: It's that actress who's in every Tim Burton movie.

Hogbug: Helena Bonham Carter?

Hedgekin: Yes! That's the one!

Big Pumpy: Welcome to the first official meeting of the MRoMM?

Sands O'Time: That stands for Misfit Rejects of Meow Mix...

Big Pumpy: Yes, I went over that a few seconds ago.

Big Pumpy: Roll call. Welcome Buzzy.

Sands O'Time: He has a name?

Big Pumpy: He does now.

Buzzy the Fly: *Bzzz*

Big Pumpy: And our handicapped friend Eduard. He's Italian.

Eduard: That's a handicap?

Big Pumpy: Only to other Italians.

Big Pumpy: And our newest member, Rein-man. He can do math really well!

Rein-man: Very useful for a count-down, right?

Big Pumpy: Shush, new members aren't allowed to talk.

Big Pumpy: Now I wasn't going to lead this meeting without some sort of draw.

Big Pumpy: And that's coming our way right now!

Jeeves: Hmm? I was just tossing this out.

Jeeves: But by all means, enjoy.

Big Pumpy: See boiz, we're going to have our own set of treasures this month. Life is good.

Cael: Okay, sorry. To the dump for you.

Drago: Can't we just store them in the attic for a few months?

Cael: Nope, too much work

Drago: Okay then. But this presents a new problem.

Cael: The eventual transformation of the planet into a landfill?

Drago: What? No. It revealed yet another countdown. October is here, and we're probably going to die.

Cael: Don't be dramatic. We always live by the end.

Drago: Maybe I don't view that as a positive outcome.

Cael: Be that as it may, I thought we were starting at 1 and going to 31, so we didn't have to do the math.

Drago: We tried that, and still slipped a few times, so what's the difference at this point?

Cael: Personal pride in a job well done. The comfort that you did the best you could have.

Drago: Oh stop. You hate this as much as anyone.

Drago: You've complained nonstop for...

Drago: Um, a little personal space?

Cael: Sigh, we begin again old friend...