Halloween 2025 - Day 30

Cael: Salvation is upon us. The graves are all in their place, and only one left to go.

Drago: You know, I'm going to try and look on the bright side. I honestly don't recall anything of significance happening this year, and I'm chalking that up as a win.

Drago: We've conveniently never shown the portal more than a few times. Others have picked up the slack. And I just get to sit here and do precious nothing.

Cael: Be that as it may, you're going to have to shift your bones at least one more time. This beast just came in.

Drago: Stop it. I'm on a high, and not even this will dampen my spirits.

Jeeves: Oh, how the foolish speak...

Jeeves: If you could part the low-hanging cloud of ammonia, I have a rather large object to drag into your midst.

Cael: Just plop it down and let the chips fall where they may. We could lose a few characters without a sweat.

Jeeves: I present Ms Medusa. Don't call her Miss, or she will go on Tumblr and complain.

Cael: Is Tumblr even a thing anymore? I thought people were moving to BlueSky?

Jeeves: She's an activist, not a child predator.

Jeeves: Speaking of, I heard some banging going on in this hole on the way over. I think you should check it out.

Cael: Not a chance. It might be another ghost. You look.

Pumbum: Heeeeeere IIII gooooo...

Pumbum: This is for you and all of your kin.

Cael: Great. We just lost our family-friendly rating.

Pumbum: Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet. Just wait until I dislodge myself from this bevelled edge.

Cael: No, no. Please remain where you are.

Big Pumpy: Hey now! I came here to defend you on a matter of principle, but you're making it a little hard.

Pumpbum: Here's to your principles, buddy!

Jeeves: We're reviewing movies next year.

Bucket: Alrighty, we're almost to Halloween proper. You know the drill, even though this is all your first time.

Bucket: We've got a cabbage night to attend, and unfortunately none of it will appear, but then it's on to Halloween daytime chaos and upheaval.

Bucket: Joker of Misfortune. You'll handle the supernatural elements.

Bucket: NotGhost, you can finally shed your falsehoods and embrace your true self. Not that it was fooling anyone.

ReallyGhost: Aw man. Really?

Bucket: Yes, really. Conga line ghosts: learn the actual lyrics and then repeat them ad nauseam.

Bucket: And then we have our secret weapon. The one to kick it all off.

Bucket: Man, do I hate his hair, but he's necessary.

Bucket: Oh yeah. One more thing...

Bucket: We've got the other secret weapon...