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It was a small town,

By a small river and a small lake.

In a small northern part
of a midwest state.

There was not much wilderness around
that you could not see the tower.

On the other hand, there
was not much town around,

that you could not see and
feel and touch the wilderness.

The town is full of
fences to walk on,

And sidewalks to skate on and muted
cries and laughter of boys and girls

Full of costumes, dreams,
and pumpkin spirits

preparing for the greatest
night of the year.

Better than Easter, better than Christmas.

Halloween.

Jenny, you are going to raise the
dead with all that racket down there.

Just looking for another broom, mom.

You can only use the new vaccuum cleaner.

Ha ha. Very funny.

Pip is really going to love this.

A little more of my arm.
There. That's it.

Oh yeah. By the way, dad. Sorry
about using up all of your gauze.

It's okay, Ralph.

I just hope that no one needs
any first aid tonight.

Or you have to go tot he
bathroom anytime soon.

Gotta go. Can't
keep Pip waiting.

Yes, that'll even scare Pip.

Tom Skelton, you are one lucky boy.

With a name like skelton
on a night like this...

Pip is going to kill
me for being late.

Trick or Treat!

Trick or Treat!

Alright, we made it

This is gonna be great.

I'm ready for the treats.

Bet I get more candy than you do, Wally.

You and who else?

Take that back. Come on, Wally.

Hey you guys, stop it.

Wait.

Where is Pip?

He had never been late for Halloween
in a million zillion years.

Bet it's some kind of trick.

Sure it is.

For once, we wil surprise him. Come on!

Pip!

Oh yes, Joe Pipkin.

Some say that on the
day he was born,

All the soda pop bottles
in the world fizzed over.

Pipkin who could yell louder, sing
better, and eat more popcorn.

Pip, the greatest
boy who ever lived.

There's his house.

Impossible.

It can't be.

What?

Where are the jack-o-lanterns,
and the corn chalks on the porch?

And monsters clinging to the roof.

Something is wrong, awfully wrong.

Oh, Pip.

Hey Tom. Look at that!

Oh my gosh, it's a note.

What does it say?

"Dear Tom, and all the gang,"

"Didn't mean to spoil
your Halloween."

"Off to the hospital."

Something about appendicitis.

"Don't worry. Signed,"

Pip.

Appendicitis?

You can die from that, right?

"PS: Go ahead without
me. I will catch up."

"Ready, set, go"

But we can't start
Halloween without Pip.

It wouldn't be official.

There's a shortcut to the hospital.

No. Not that shortcut.

Come on, You all heard him.
Ready, set, go!

Do you think he's gonna be
surprised to see us, Tom?

He did say to start
Halloween without him

It would be worth it to
see the look on his face.

One side, coming through.

Jenny, wait!

Stop, wait up!

There. There's the shortcut.

Not the ravine.

Any other shortcuts
to choose from, Tom?

Ralph does a have a point there.
I think...

What did I tell you? Look.

It's Pip!
Pip!

Hey, I can see right through him.

Guys, it's just this funny moonlight.

The important thing is that he isn't sick.

But what about the hospital?

Don't you get it? I was
a joke all the time.

The ambulance, the note on the door...
What a trickster!

Hey, Pip. You sure had us fooled!

Where is your Halloween costume?

Hey, Pip. Wait up!

Not you too, Tom.

Come on, Wally.

The ravine. The ravine was
filled with variety of darkness.

Night, shadows, toad
eyes and raven beaks.

The ravine, birthplace of
wild mushroom, pale toadstool,

whispers, and ripples which called:
"Come, stay, linger and hide."

"Hide here forever"
"Never go, stay. Stay."

Now you know I never
believed in haunted houses.

That sure looks like one
haunted house to me.

Oh yes. The house looked as if
it had been cut out of black marble.

With so many chimneys, the
roof seemed a vast cemetery.

Each flue signifying the burial place
of some old forgotten god of fire.

This is the best prank
he's ever played.

But it's not fair, He's gonna
Trick or Treat ahead of us.

Yes, Pip always gets
the most candy.

But that house is haunted.

Darn, right! Otherwise, Why
would Pip lead us to it.

Oh yeah.

Oh my gosh.

This is no time to hold back, Tom.

Remember. Ready, set, go!

Wait. It's a marley nook.

You know, A Chirstmas Carol.
Scrooge and Marley.

So, who's gonna knock?

You.

Ok then. I will do it.

Great. Now you have done it, Jenny.

Enter...

My Gosh.

Hold on!

Why have you disrupted
me and my business?

Please, sir.

Trick...

Or Treat!

Oh, I really have no time for this.

But sir, it's Halloween and...

So, you've tricked me. Is that it?

What would a treat be then, eh?

Well... we saw our
friend come in here.

If you let him out, that
would be a treat.

Yeah!

Who are you?

Name's Tom Skelton.

Do you know why you're wearing bones, boy?

Bah! didn't think so.

And you?

My friends call me...

Why so dressed up in
an ancient Mummy's rags?

Time's up!

And you... The big one.

Me, sir?

Why a monster's face?

And what about you, girl?

Jenny!

Why are you wearing a costume of a witch?

No thoughts, eh?

I've wasted my breath.

All dressed up for old
Hallow's Eve but,

But you do not know why or
what or even from where.

Pity.

And you sir...

Who are you?

Oh. Yes, of course. I beg your pardon.

Moundshroud is the name.

Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud.

Is that not a fine name, children?

Does it ring?

But I have work to do tonight.

No treats. Only trick!

So if you'll excuse me, I have
quite the tight schedule.

Pip!

You are a ghost.

So there you are.

Stop!

We still have our
appointment, you and I.

Now, see what you have done.

Pipkin!!

Whoa! There must be
a million of them.

Pumpkins!

Look at 'em all.

A pumpkin tree.

No...

The Halloween Tree!

Those pumpkins on that tree
were not mere pumpkins.

Each has a face sliced in.

Each face was different.

Every nose was a weirder nose.

Every mouth smiled
hideously in some new way.

Thousand grimaces and twice times

the thousand glares
of fresh carved eyes.

Each blink held a remnant holiday
spirit of years gone by.

Pipkin, where are you going?

We are over here.

Why is he climbing up the tree?

Oh bother. Now,
stay off of there.

No, Pip! It is too high!

Come down from there. What are you...

Look!

The pumpkin.

It looks just like Pip.

Come on, we gotta help him.

Children, No!

No more interferance.

Hold on Pip, don't move.

A little farther.

You have had your fun, boy.

Don't touch that.

Gotcha.

It belongs to me.

Bring it here.

Inexcusable!
Inexcusable behavior.

Here we are, Pip!

Pip! Over here, Pip.

Come on, here we are.

Hey, Pipkin!

Oh my gosh!

Pip!

He's melted.

Where did he go?

Help me, help me...

Bother. Bother. Bother, I say.

Do you have any idea
what you've have done?

Now, my entire night
schedule is thrown off.

What did you do with Pip?

Where did you send him?

I did not send him anywhere, skeleton.

Where is he?

Yeah!!

Must not've liked my company.

So he escaped.

Escaped I might add with a
pumpkin that is my property.

Well then...

Cara Clava...

Clavicle. But you may call me Mr.
Moundshroud.

Whatever your name is,

You bring him back right now.

If only life were that easy.

By now, Pip's escaped to
the undicovered country.

No telling how long it will
take me to find him again.

Find him?

Can we go with you?

We can help.

Impossible.

You've helped quite enough already.
Thank you.

But anything is possible
on Halloween, right?

What do you know about Halloween?

Four meddlers come
barging into my house.

blundering into my business.

Not even knowing why you
are dressed as a skeleton.

Witch, mummy, or...

Wait a minute.

It is a long trip and it
it's hours before dawn.

So we should have enough time.

If we fly fast enough.

Yes?

And far enough.

Yes Yes!

We might be able to catch Pipkin

Grab his pumpkin fire soul and
have a scavenger hunt as well.

So, you can find out who you
are, what you are made of,

And retrieve your Pipkin
at the same time.

Well, will you come with me
and solve 3 mysteries in one?

Yes!

What fun then.

The undiscovered country it is.

Feast your eyes,

A Thousand Halloween wait out
there to swallow us whole.

Then a barn. And on the side of the barn.
the makings of an October kite.

Do you see?

This way, skeleton.

This road, mummy.

This pit, witch.

This meadow, monster.

Do you see? Do you see?

And they did see.

They saw the poster paper
tapestry of circus beasts.

Pasted on the barn
side years ago.

It was as if the captured animals
were waiting to be released.

Oh my gosh.

Oh my gosh.

Let's build a kite
then, shall we?

Time for you to help.

They siezed huge rolls of animals
from the weathered walls.

They tore off patches of fangs,
strips of piercing eyes,

and sheets of claws and tails.

The unshackled beasts cried and
assembled in freed leaps and bounds.

Oh my gosh.

Will it fly us?

I thought you would never ask.

It won't fly straight.

A tail, we need a tail.

Right, boy.

Who else for the tail?

I am next.

Not before me.

Fly, fly!

I just remembered. I hate heights.

2 time 2 is 4, 4 times 4 is16...

... Times 256 is 6,500...

It's Pip.

Pip.

... 740... Pip.

Pipkin.

Where is he going?

Not where, when.

Four thousand Halloween ago.

Pipkin with my pumpkin
has gone ahead.

Or should I say past.

The moon began to blink,

faster and faster it began to wax, to wane.

Till a thousand times over, it flickered.

And flickering changed
the landscape below.

Egypt

But it's brand new.

That means, we really
have gone back in time.

Four thousand years!

Are those real life ghosts?

They prefer being called spirits.

Trying to get into those houses?

True.

And the food on the porches is for them?

Seems so.

Why, it's good ol' fashioned
Trick or Treat.

Four thousand years ago?

Yes. Imagine that.

Look there! That ghost... spirit.

Let's sneak up on him.

Pip
- Hold on. Wait!

Here we are.

Enter. Sit. You are welcome.

Oh my gosh.

Who is that?

Our great-grandfather.

Don't make a fuss.

He does not look very good.

He's been dead for 67 years.

What's he doing here?

Once a year at the
feast of the ghosts,

we invite him out
to sit with us.

Eat.

Don;' you wish we had a
custom like this back home?

Dinner for the dead.

What?

Pip!

Well, children. Seems we
don't have time for dessert.

Come on, Mr. Moundshroud. He
is getting too far ahead.

The time has come.
Hurry, race, run.

Your 3 mysteries await.

Just look at these.

They are giant.

Pip didn't go in there, did he?

Yes...

Great.

Go ahead, Tom.

No, Ralph should go first.

It's all yours, Wally.

No, you first.

I insist.

Did Pip send this out
here to show us the way?

It's got me!

Hold on!

You, with the mummy
wrappings and mummy face.

Who me?

Day is killed by night.

Summer by winter.

Osiris, the sun god destroyed
by his brother, darkness.

The seasons.

Is that what the Egyptians
thought of Halloween?

You tell me.

Why do you wear that costume?

You are a mummy, boy.

Because that's how the Egyptians
dressed up their dead for eternity.

Turned around in a cocoon of threads.

They hoped to come forth
like fresh butterflies,

of far dear loving underworld.

Know your cocoon, boy.

Touch the strange stuffs.

Then, every day was Halloween to them.

Yes, every day Ralph, very good.

But what about Pipkin?

Maybe it's too late. They're wrapping
him up as a gift to eternity now.

You don't mean like right now?

Save him, Ralph!

I am coming, Pip!

Ralph?

Pipkin?

Ralphie, is that you?

Yeah yeah, it's me.

I'm going to get you out of here.

I am fading.

No, you can't leave now.

What about all of our plans?

You said someday you will teach
me how to bat lefthanded.

And you are he only friend who's never
made fun of my wearing glasses.

Trying to bat lefthanded
isn't so bad, Ralphie.

Great. Now, What do I do?

Come along, Pipkin.
You've had your fun.

You and I have an appointment to keep.

You must keep it.

Live forever...

Live forever...

Live live forever...

No!

The air vents. Come on.

Yes, fine him. Catch him.

Wait up, Ralph.

Hurry, but don't fall.

Oh my gosh.

Wally, don't jinx it, OK?

Pip!

Hurry then. Four cornors, kids.
Grab on.

If he can hide, but if we
hurry, we can go seek.

Oh my gosh.

Look down there.

Wally Bat, don't you dare
tell me how high we are.

Time to celebrate, children.

Happy New Year.

No, it's Halloween.

Well, maybe in our time,
it's All Hollow's Eve.

But this time, it's
New Year's Eve.

Through end of summer and
cold start of winter.

Happy New Year!

Down in the crowd,
is that him below?

No, he's there above.

What is this place?

Where we are?

When are we?

It's old time, children.

Ancient time. Stonehenge.

You will need courage tonight.

It's the dark ages.

And this is the longest darkest
night in all of dark time.

Oh my gosh.

What what?

Is that you, Pip?

In this dark times, people thought
that in this special night,

Those who had died during the year
would turn into beasts, became animals.

Dogs, wild boars, or
worse of all, cats.

Black as bad luck. Black as sin.

Pip?

Black as night.

Easy Pip. Steady, boy.

We will save you.

No, I will get him.

Come here, Pip.

Pip.

No. Come back!

Tom.

I think this is the last time ever going
Trick or Treating with you guys, OK?

Peek-a-boo.

There was a hustle of
brooms in the broomworks.

An immense traffic jam of broom
for witches to perch upon.

If was as if all earth's forests gave up
their branches in one boom and fling.

Scaaring all the fields, cut
clean and throtled tight.

Such serial rings had made good
sweepers, thrashers, and beavers.

Hey, do you know what this is?

A broom festival.

And they are making brooms
but not ordinary brooms.

Touch them.

Feel them.

Broomsicks for witches.

For you.

Me?

Whoops!

Ride 'em, Jenny.

Anyone else care to try it?

Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.
Oh my gosh.

Jenny, listen to me.

No, I want to be back on the ground.
Just put me back on the ground.

Where is your spirit of adventure?

Witches have nothing to
fear from their brooms.

Imagine it's no different
than riding your bike.

My bike. Like my bike.

Hey, you're right.

Now, how about
follow the leader?

Look.

I can not believe it.

While flying I saw, I saw...

Pip? Was it Pip?

No, witches, everywhere.

Of course, it can't be
Halloween without witches.

The, there really were witches?

Well yes... and no.

They fly broomsticks?

Not really.

But they can talk to the dead, right?

Nope.

Big hairy warts grow on people?

Sorry, no.

Make people jump by
sticking pins in them?

Not to my knowldge.

Well, what else then could they do?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Critics claimed they could.

But that was just the means
to protect their privacy.

Wondered what the word witch really means?

Well, no...

Not until tonight.

Witch. Information.

In the dark ages, they were what
had to bring any knowledge.

And his wits about him. Yes?

So, anyone too smart was called...

A witch!

Exactly.

And the really smart ones, the
ones with the wits called it...

Magic!

In every town, in every tiny
village, the old religion hid out.

And all the little lollygagging
cults of all flavor and types,

Scrambled to survive.

By every crossroads
and by every haystack,

Dark forms jumped across flame,

as fire burned everyone.

In the end, all Europe was
a cloud of witches' smoke.

Anyone want to be a witch?

No, no, not me.

Pip?

Wonderful, let's play tag.

Now, Pip. The pumpkin does
not belong to you anymore.

Hold on, Pip.

Grab on.

Hurray.

That's showing him, Jenny.

Some switch, huh Jenny?

You saved me, huh.

Don't fall, Pip.

What if I ever needed to talk me down
out of an apple tree again , huh?

Tighter, Pip. If
I ever lost you.

Hey, no tears. wouldn't you just
hate to have Tom see you cry?

Fun and games are over.

No they are not.

Follow me if you can.

Ready, set, go!

Gosh, there's gotta be 2 zillion 10 billion
acres of air wrapped around the world.

Which half acre
is he headed for?

Now what?

I am still a witch, right?

I got the wits. Follow me!

You heard her, let's go.

There he is.

Well, is he here?

Gotta be, I can feel 'em in my bones.

Where is he, Mr. Moundshroud?

Where you may ask.

Why, hiding out.

Protecting his pumpkin soul.

How observant of you, skeleton.

But to be precise,
it is my pumpkin.

Come out, come out, whereever you are.

I have a riddle for you, monster.

Can't you ask someone else?

No, no, it's your turn now.

What is bigger and stronger
than demons and witches?

A face so big, it holds
back the nights and nightmares.

What'is bigger than
devils and ghosts?

Bigger?

Bigger?...

Cathedrals?

Well done, monster.

Yes. Places where a running renegade
child can hide and take santuary.

Sanctuary... Sanctuary... Sanctuary...

Sanctuary?

Help...

Pip!

Ralph, Wally, Tom, Jenny...

I think we are getting warmer.

Something wrong, Mr. Moundshroud?

Yes, you flew half the
night to catch Pip.

So, how come you are not
going off to get him now?

Well, simply because there
are some places where...

I'm not as welcomed as others.

Why don't you
collect him for me?

Please...

Hurry...

But how do we reach him?

There are ways. After all,
tonight of all night is still...

Halloween.

Precisely.

So, why not finish building
the cathedral with you feet?

Are you kidding?

No, call the stones
with your feet.

You coming, Mr. Moundshroud?

No. I am always with you.

Carry on.

Come on guys, Pip is counting on us.

Leap, run. They will follow.

Step lively.

Sorry, Wally.

Bravo!

They ran on pure windy light.

Only to have bircks, and
stones, and mortors

shuffle like cards,
deal themselves solid,

and take form beneath
their toes and heels.

Oh, enough.

There. Much better, much better.

Notre Dame.

I think we built Notre Dame.

This can't be Notre Dame.

Why not?

Can't you see what's missing?

Monster faces.

You know, stone devils.

Marble demons.

Gargoyles.

Ever wonder why we like dressing up as
monsters, beasts, and ornery critters?

Monsters remind us of all the dark
nights, and all fears and nightmares.

Go ahead, monster. They are
waiting for your summons.

The unemployed of all midnight Europe
shivered in their stone sleep,

And came awake.

All the old beasts,

All the old tales and
unused demons put by,

who reared at the whistle and spectral
dust devils of proportions arived.

Monster, there is your carved stone quarry.

Gargoyles, now the
building is finished, Tom.

Tom, Jenny, Ralph, Wally...

Where are you, Pip?

Here...

Oh my gosh.

Help me, get me out of
here, I'm scared...

It is gargoyle language.

He can only talk when rain
comes out of his mouth.

Or the wind blows
over his teeth.

Come on, just a little bit higher.

You can do it.

No cutting in line. Penny for all.
One at a time.

Hold it.

I am the only live gargoyle
here, right Mr.Moundshroud?

Indeed.

So, it's up to me.

Tom, right. Ralph, left.

Together now.

Pipkin, what's happened to you?

I think I'm dying...

You are now.

You tried Wally. All of you did.

Shut up, shut up, will ya?

Don't quit. Keep running.
Escape. We'll follow.

Gotta go now, Wally.

No. But you can't.

Wait, will ya?

Remember that time those fireworks
I started on my bedroom?

I was the one who started that fire.

Sure smoked up your house.

And you took the blame for it.
I never thanked you for that.

Wally, come on. Two points.

Toss it right up here.

Bye, Wally.

No, Pip, I won't let you go.

No!

That's it.

Get the pumpkin

I am coming, Pip.

Come on, we can't lose him now.

There is no escape. I will chart
his course to the final graveyard.

We have arrived, children.
Our final destination

Where we are?

Listen, guitars.

And those must be
skeleton bones.

No, marimbas and xylophones.

Castanets.

Ole!

That sounds like a bullfight.

Mexico!

Look at all the graveyards.

Where are all these people going?

El Dia de los Muertos.

The day of the dead.

Back home, we'd never think to
go to a graveyard on Halloween.

This looks like fun.

Yeah. Right.

Look it. Little funerals for sale.

Are those real coffins?

Hey, look.

What is this?

The newspapers are
full of bones.

Mexican Halloweens are
sure better than ours

Pipkin! He must be around here someplace.

Sweet Skulls. Sweet Skulls.

Crystal suger candy skulls.

Sweet skulls. Sweet skulls.

Crystal sugar candy skulls.

Hey, look at the candy heads.

Tell me your name. I give you skulls.

Tom.

How about Ralph?

Wally.

Jenny

Hold the dark holiday in your palms.

Bite it, swallow it, and survive.

Come out before the black
tunnel of Halloween.

And declare oh so
glad you are alive.

Hey, we better look for Pip now.
It's getting late.

Yes, All Hallow's Eve is slipping away.

Get them.

Hey, what's going on?

The was fun.

What's next?

No more time for games, children.

The night ends here.

Down in that hole?

Down in the catacombs.

He is waiting.

Simon says, " Bring him up".

And be extra careful
with my pumpkin.

We'll bring him up but we
will keep him for ourselves.

Bravely spoken.

Pip would like that.

Hurry. The dawn is approaching.

Mummies!

Their families couldn't pay
the rent on their graves.

So, the gravedigger put them down here.

Little too dry for me.

What are you doing there, Pip?

I have to stay.

I'm trapped.

But if you stay there,
you will stay forever.

Tourists will buy tickets
to come look at you.

Pip, come on out. It's just us.

Oh my gosh.

But why?

What do we do?

I don't know.

Tell me, why do you
wear bones, skeleton?

Because of my name.

No! Have you learned
nothing tonight, boy?

Because maybe...

If we face death eyeball to eyeball,

It loses its power over us?

It can't scare us.

Excellent, Tom.

So, I have got to save Pip...
alone.

You can do it.

Don't look back, don't look
right, just go straight.

Oh Pip, don't die.

I'm sorry. So sorry.

What do you mean, Tom?
You came through.

No. All this tonight,
it's my fault.

I once wished for something
to happen to you,

so I could be leader
for a change.

But I never thought nothing
like appendicitis.

Don't be silly, Tom.

I will let you lead anytime.

What's happening?

Pip, no.

This truly has been fun, hasn't it?

And I know just where I
am going to hang this.

No. I got to him first.
I want it.

Sorry. This never was a contest.

Pip's rent was passed to you.
It's simple and plain.

That's not fair.

You cheated!

You said if we cme with you and
solved the mysteries of Halloween,

We would save Pipkin.

Children, it's business.

With his illness, his rent came
due and there was no payment.

He is mine now.

Well, we tried.

We did our best.

Let's go home.

No, wait.

Mr. Moundshroud, I will
make his payment for him.

You?

What could you possibly
have to pay with?

Money?

Currency?

Coin of the realm?

What if...?

What if what, boy?

Well, what if I gave you...

something of value.

Say, a year of my life?

You would do that for him?

Yes, a year from the end of my life.

It's yours if it would save Pip.

What precious year from the far burned
out candle end of your life, eh?

Think before you answer.

You won't miss it now but 60
years from tonight, 72, or 80.

When I come for payment,
you may regret it.

Is he worth it? This friend of yours?

More than you will ever know.

One boy's love.

Take one of mine too.

And mine.

I am in.

Four for one makes good
business, doesn't it?

Yes. I like it.

Here then.

Chew. Swallow. Swallow and chew.

Pip, wait!

Come back!

Where has he going?

After all this, only one place. Home.

But we saved him, didn't we?

Will he live, Mr. Moundshroud?

Come, our night journey is over.

One last game of Musical Chairs.

Moundshroud spun about
like a whirlwind.

His arms flung out, cut the
air, slicing grabs and swoops,

that shook the mummies
of earthquake of bones.

"Fall down", whistled the whirlwind.

" Fall up", was the echo.

They tumbled through the sky
like a self-made storm.

It was the end of their
4000 years flight.

From Egyptian crypts.

To English broomfields.

French quarryworks.

To Mexican boneyards.

They swooped forward, once
around the courthouse.

And twice around the
pumpkin grinning tree.

And final time around
old Moundshroud's house.

Where dust shifted out
windows to greet.

And that, children, is Halloween
all rolled up in one.

Night and day, summer and winter,

Life and death.

4,000 years ago, 100 years, or this year.

One place or another, the
celebrations are all the same.

El Dia de los Muertos.

Day of the dead.

Feast of ghost.

All Hallow's Eve.

Halloween!

I thank you for a most amusing
and profitable evening.

After what you have
done with your friend.

One I will never forget.

But what about...

Run, see for yourselves.

The last grand Trick or Treat.

Look, it's a pumpkin.

Oh my gosh, he must be OK.

Hi, guys.

Pipkin!

You are alive.

Hurray.

They took my appendix out.

For a while, they
thought I was a goner.

Imagine that.

Anyway,

Thanks for everything.

What are you talking about?

We didn't do anything.

Nothing, Pip.

Gosh.

So,

Well, I had dreams about Pyramids.

Stonehenge, Paris, and Mexico.

Like I said,

Thanks.

Then, a great wonderous happy tiredness,

gathered in their eyelids,
and arms, and feet.

The witch and mummy,
and monster, and skeleton,

ran back to their own houses to
remember this special night.

They would never, in all their
lives, ever forget.

Old Moundshroud blew out one last candle,
causing it to flicker and flare.

The wind crooned in and out of the
fresh cut mouth with a whispered song.

A thousand pumpkins were
seized and blown in the sky.

That is all but one pumpkin.

Pip's pumpkin.

Pip's spirit and soul.

That was traded for and
saved that Haloween night.

So long ago.