Halloween 2024 - Day 06

Drago: Hey, you missed the number change yesterday

Cael: There's no way you can prove that...

Skulldoggery: *Ghost*

Cael: What perverse sort of barking was that?

Cael: Oh, it was a Lassie-style communication. Good dog.

Cael: But good is subjective and based on how much junk you end up bringing home. What's your thoughts on all this Drago?

Drago: Dunno, I can't make informed decisions with this unflattering angle you're forcing on me.

Cael: Seriously. Same thing every year...stuff arrives and the walls begin to close in. If we get two dozen trinkets in a day, it's not going to be sustainable.

Drago: Agreed, but I don't think you're going to have much of a choice.

Cael: Why?

Cael: ...

Cael: ...

Cael: Oh how can I refuse that face?

Meow Mix: Pumpkin, pumpkin, cover that litterbox bumpkin.

Meow Mix: Wait...I smell armadillo...

Meow Mix: I do! What's the meaning of this?

Catskills: It's the mail armadillo. Delivers mail...just what they do.

Meow Mix: I know THAT, but WHY is it here?

Catskills: I've begun to collect vinyl. It's my passion.

Meow Mix: Passion? Do you even own a turntable?

Catskills: No, but I figure your constant needling will work just as well.

Meow Mix: So we're just going to use it for flooring? Why is it so massive?

Catskills: Don't you dare step on it. It needs to retain its resale value.