Halloween 2026 - Day 07

Big Pumpy: Can we come out now? I'm getting shakey from low blood sugar.

Bucket: Yes, now is the time.

And that concludes your tiny homes tour. Do you have any questions.

Sands O'Time: Yes, couldn't you have just given us a look around. Why did we have to live in them for a week?

Bucket: That would never do. You need to experience the act of inhabiting your new environment in the most genuine fashion.

Sands O'Time: I'm just not sold on a dwelling that has no room to move or sleep or do almost anything.

Bucket: In this market? You'd be lucky to snag these as-is. Jump on the 50-year mortgage before we implement inter-generational loans, and maybe you'll have a shot.

Sands O'Time: Is that how it is? Get in the pod and eat the bugs?

Bucket: Bugs?

Bucket: Er... no certainly no bugs. On that note, the tour will be ending early.

Cael: Why is this in my lap. Are we to share your clutter now too?

Hedgekin: We're all in this together. It's not like we don't have to live amoungst your ugly tapes.

Cael: I'm not thrilled about that, either!

Cael: We're short on time. You got anything?

Hathorn: We've got Paperhouse. I'm a bit fuzzy on this one.

Cael: Do your best. We believe in you... And we don't care.

A girl has dreams and there's a paper house and her friend joins in and things get confusing and they both get to travel in the dream or something, and the house exists in real life but it's stone unlike the dream.

And I guess he's a killer maybe, with a claw hammer instead of a traditional slasher weapon, becuase this is a serious movie.

Cael: You can just say you don't remember. It's less offensive that way.