Halloween 2025 - Day 03

Jeeves: Cael! Other Guy!

Cael: His name is Mr. Birdy. And what do you want now?

Jeeves: You haven't started your countdown calendar yet. We're three days in!

Cael: I don't recall having a countdown in which to down... the count...

Jeeves: That's because I'm sitting on it, naturally.

Cael: And naturally, we'll still be blamed for the delay

Jeeves: Naturally, I said

Jeeves: There's some simple instruct--

. . .

Jeeves: Bad Kitty!

Jeeves: Propped up, and all the dates are in place, save for your three-day slackfest. Don't breathe near it, or the rest will come tumbling down.

Cael: Hmm, and the headstones go into the graves. I don't hate it.

Cael: But I do hate the filth we're living in. Why, out of the dozen of random, forgettable characters, did you bring the fly?

Jeeves: Why? He stole the show last year. Don't you remember?

Cael: To be honest, it's all a blur at this point

Big Pumpy: Ey, some of the graves aren't sitting straight in the ground

Jeeves: Then that will be your job from now on

Cael: That will teach him to speak out of turn

Drago: So is this the gift for today, then?

Drago: Because this guy wandered in, and I'm unsure what's real and what has been assembled from the ether.

Excuse me, could you quiet down?
I'm trying to read

Cael: I'm afraid that this is my house, and you are a guest. We'll talk however we'd like.

That wasn't a request

Cael: Great, more vague magic