SUSANNAH STEWART | PUMPKIN JACK, BLOODY BONES, AND THE BAD CHILDREN, PART TWO
Agatha Greystone Has Her Say
She is through listening to Pumpkin Jack
Synopsis of Part One
Pumpkin Jack has a plan to save himself from a life as a Halloween decoration and to become a fierce monster once more. He is furious when his normally obedient henchman, Bloody Bones, does not immediately agree. While they argue, the other Halloween decorations Agatha and Phineas Greystone, Ambrose and Oscar Swopes, Jacky O, and Dracula unhappily listen.
Never store the negative energy and emotions such as fear, anger within you. Be open and always speak your mind.
Dr Anil Kumar Sinha
Now my wife, you must understand, is a forthright, generous woman. She firmly believes in giving her opinion to everyone, regardless of whether they ask for it. Phineas Greystone
Agatha Greystone, one of the other Halloween decorations, refused to listen in silence to the obnoxious duo any longer and interrupted Pumpkin Jack’s blustering tirade. Convinced, as always, that she knew more than anyone else, she was going to have her say.
“I’ll have you know the role of seasonal decoration, particularly for a major holiday like Halloween, is greatly desired and much admired by the more discerning taste.” She was the female half of the American Gothic vampire busts, and her snooty grey nose wrinkled in disdain as she eyed Jack, whom she thoroughly despised.
“Agatha, of course, is right, and you are fortunate in your new existence as ornamentation, even if you foolishly consider it a diminished state. Your alternative fate was nothingness.” pompously intoned her other half, Phineas Greystone, the downtrodden male vampire, never one to miss the opportunity to be his wife’s obsequious second.
The flood gates had opened. Everyone was going to have their say.
In their customary churlish crusty way, the grumpy pumpkin duo was the next to put in their two cents' worth. “Wrong as usual, toothy snobs. There was another fate for the two has-beens. Recall what happened to those other monsters,” said Ambrose, the elder of the curmudgeonly pumpkins. His ill-tempered brother, Oscar, though it pained him to agree to anything, said, “Susannah Stewart and House took care of them.” “Yeah, they did, and good riddance to bad rubbish. I know some other trash the good guys could take out if you two bozos hate it here so much,” spit out Jacky O in Pumpkin Jack’s direction. Gaining confidence, he added,
“By the way, Buster, who were you calling a knickknack?”
His cute, cuddly, black and orange Harlequinesque stuffed body topped by a plastic Jack-o'-lantern diminished the threatening impact of Jacky O’s tough tone and belligerent attitude. Pumpkin Jack ignored him.
Then, the satiny vampire in the black cape, marked with a rust-colored scar across his cheek, pronounced dramatically, “I, I am Dracula mightiest of monsters, not inconsequential trash ornamentation.” He was Jacky O’s best friend, and he was also short with a very cheery smile for a mighty monster.
Jacky O couldn’t stop chortling. “Hey Pumpkin Jack, you are the brains, is that what you said? Hah in your dreams, maybe. What a joke. How did you end up as a Halloween decoration, huh? Your scheming turned out great there, didn’t it, Big Man?”
At the thought of how thoroughly Granny Weaver outsmarted the two brutes, Dracula and Jacky O couldn’t cease their peals of laughter. Then an enraged Pumpkin Jack loomed threateningly over the small figures, who abruptly found they could stop laughing.
Jack roared at the two, “Listen to me, pipsqueaks! Mighty Drac, you’re nothing but a two-foot-high stuffed Transylvanian joke, and you, Jacky O, you’re piffle, a folksy comic version of me, handcrafted junk. It makes me puke to see you. As for the rest of you, be careful! You don’t want to get on my nasty side.”
To Be Continued Daily Through Halloween
Here is part one.
Here are some of my other Halloween stories.