Halloween 2024 - Day 22

Sands O'Time: Think we should go after that Reindeer guy? We probably should have allowed for a grace period, so he could find a place. Seems only right.

Big Pumpy: "We" did nothing. It was all the swine's doing.

Eduard: Oh come now. We could have overruled that decision if we cared to.

Big Pumpy: Yes, that is true, so perhaps we should get going.

Sands O'Time: You having a change of heart?

Big Pumpy: No, the skeleton army is back, and they're out for blood!

Ahhhhh!

Sands O'Time: I think we found him...

Big Pumpy: That's the spirit

Sands O'Time: Optimistic?

Big Pumpy: No, the markings on the ground are making it quite clear.

Big Pumpy: Huh, it's a bit small, but doesn't reek of dead bodies and old feminine products.

Sands O'Time: Please never describe the scent of our residence ever again.

Sands O'Time: Heya, Rein-guy. How's things been?

Rein-man: Do I know you?

Big Pumpy: Yeah, we were chums for a while. Brothers in despair. Castaways of the cat woman.

Rein-man: I know of no such people. I am alone here. The walls are all I need.

Rein-man: Mothy, attack!

Big Pumpy: Ahh! It's gaining on us.

Big Pumpy: And it touched me inappropriately!

Cael: What now?

Pumpathan: Come on knucklehead. Can't I stop by without the fifth degree?

Cael: No. We're never better off than before you arrived. Who's this guy?

Pumpathan: Ah, it's ol' Joey from the block. Born on the streets and molded by the train tracks. He's a prize boxer, you know?

Pumpathan: Hey, he can give you a lesson or two.

Pumpathan: Show them the ol' knick-knack...

Cael: The what?

*Knick*

*Knack*

Pumpathan: Atta boy. You stay safe here and outta trouble.