"No want kids, want pet!" Frankenbeans demanded. "How are we supposed to terrorize and eat people, if we're stuck playing hosts for a bunch of hors d'oeuvres?" I am, at the very least, a freelance jester with a General Entertainment Diploma."įangula and Frankenbeans looked back at him, the former speaking up after a long sip of his drink. "I beg your pardon, but clowns are college educated and adhere to a strict moral code to bring laughter, uphold justice, and slay monsters. "But then there's THIS clown!"įlabber's head popped out from one of the pipes of the massive instrument. He then pointed at the back of the sitting room, at the organ. "… Actually, the home entertainment center did nothing wrong." Turning again, he pointed at the home entertainment center sitting turned off in front of the monsters. Marching back over to the couch, he ran his cloth-wrapped fingers along the wooden arm, then held them aloft. He held a hand towards the clean and spotless windows. He slammed his hand on a light switch by the archway and flipped it repeatedly, turning the lights on and off. "Today is the first day those brats will be pulling an all-nighter on our turf!" Mums barked, with a finger raised to the ceiling "This is the sum of all our fears! I mean–look at this dump! It hasn't been in better shape in years, and that's terrible!" Ghoulum, being Ghoulum, just stood there with his fierce expression etched into his stone face. As Frankenbeans watched Mums stalk back and forth excitedly, Fangula sipped an attractively red beverage from a wine goblet he held in his left hand. The latter two sat on the couch, while Gholum loomed behind them in the sitting room of Hillhurst Manor. Mums the Mummy paced in front of Fangula, Frankenbeans, and Ghoulum. "All right you beasts, listen up and listen good!"
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