Halloween 2026 - Day 10

Drago: Things seem to go from bad to worse.

Cael: That's how they go. Nothing gets better.

Cael: Best to wait until daylight... and for my seizures to end.

Cael: There... daylight.

Drago: Mighty convenient. Why are the light's still on, then?

Cael: Because you on'y get half what you want.

Hedgekin: If only we were batting 500.

Hedgekin: Then again, we're starting to have regular arrivals, so perhaps we give some appreciation.

Hogbug: Not so fast. Unwell brand. That's not leaving me with optimism.

Hedgekin: Shall we give it a try.

Hogbug: Only if I'm not included in we.

Hogbug: How's it taste?

Hedgekin: Terrible!

Hathorn: Something special today. Special indeed!

Benny: Why are you sitting on my lap?

Hathorn: Room is at a premium. Don't read into it.

Cael: He's heading the book review portion, which appears to be vacant at the moment, so thanks be for that.

Hathorn: Books for another day. Focus people! Today, we have Fatty Drives the Bus. It doesn't get any better.

Cael: The Troma sticker doesn't fill me with confidence.

Hathorn: Ignore that! They just published it. It's actually good.

Hathorn: Good enough that we've made the transition to DVD. Although the artwork has suffered quite a bit.

Drago: Get to the synopsis already!

Satan's quota of souls is being disrupted since Jesus is in town and no one can die that day, so he turned into a tour guide as they take a trip on LSD (Lake Shore Drive) and all the passengers are crazy people like farmers, and rich couples, and a man who wants to find a cure by using dogs and numbers, and they sightsee Chicago until the final showdown where the driver dies, and is fat.

Cael: Was there a plot hidden in there somewhere?

Hatorn: Most people fly to Heaven, but Fatty... he drives the bus.