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Saturday, 30 July 2022
What Is Hallowistmas?
Hallowistmas is a holiday Mum and I made up to celebrate the release of the new Scream Street books. You see, Mum will wrap up the books in Halloween wrapping paper and present them to me without looking. Even Grandma will be involved, even though she's a moody old bag. Here's what it'll be like:
I.B.F.Fs: The Study Bunny
I watched from the sidelines as Fang raced out of school excitedly. It was nearly the weekend, and he was looking forward to splashing in the Scream Street swimming pool with Luna and Zura. “Isn’t it exciting? A whole Summer weekend with a pool trip to look forward to!” cried Fang. “Yeah, you bet!” I said, “I hope there’s room for all of us.” “It’ll be easy enough to get there.” As we walked home, we bragged about who could do the best underwater somersaults, or who could jump in first, or who could show off pool muscle first - Fang or Luna. I joked that Luna would be probably too weak to show some muscle, but Fang would be.
When we got home, Fang emptied out his schoolbag. Something white and floaty fell out. It wasn’t a ghost, it was Fang’s homework. I picked it up and read what Mr Bonehead wrote. “Dear Fang, your homework must be due by Monday morning. NO EXCUSES!” The ‘NO EXCUSES’ thing was written in big capital letters using a red marker, which almost bled through the page like baked bean stains. “Aaawwww, how I hate homework,” growled Fang through gritted teeth. “Me too. I never get any homework, I’m only six,” I said. “Tell you what: I’ll do all the homework for you!” “Thank you, I could do with a break.” And Fang gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I giggled cheekily.
During the afternoon I worked on the first five maths questions. They were all very easy. But when it was time for us four to go to bed, I put down my pencil and squeezed into bed with him and Luna. Snuggling up next to him, I whispered into his ear: “You’re going to be so surprised when you see what I’ve done.” Morning came, and Fang slumped over to his desk. He got quite a surprise! The first five answers of his maths homework have been filled in for him! “Who…who did this?!” cried Fang excitedly. “Sophie! You did this! I can tell by your handwriting!” “Leave everything to me. Someday I’ll open a homework avoiding service, so that I can do all the homework for you. But the next few answers need another one while we go to the pool.” I thought for a moment, and then an idea flew into my head almost instantly. “I’ll phone the Study Bunny and see if he can do all the homework for you.”
So I telephoned the Study Bunny. “Helloooo, Study Bunny speaking,” said the voice on the phone. It was the Study Bunny alright. “Hi, I was wondering if you could do Fang’s homework while we go to the pool.” I said. “Sure, you know how much I love doing homework! I used to copy off other people at school! I got into so much trouble.” “But won’t you get us both into trouble?” I asked, a little puzzled. “No way! Leave it all to Study Bunny!” I put down the phone and waited for a long time with Fang in our room. Occasionally the silence of his room was broken by the occasional crow squawking. Suddenly, we heard a clown car horn make a rude noise, and outside, Study Bunny drove up to our front gate in his red and white clown car.
Fang and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Then finally, Study Bunny burst in. “Study Bunny!” we both shouted. “You came! At last!” I cried. “Yep, it’s me, Study Bunny, here to do your homework! Where is your homework, by the way?” “It’s on our desk,” I said, pointing to the five pages of homework laid out on the table. “My hands really ache when I do my homework. Werewolves get terrible arthritis when it comes to doing homework.” “Nah, you’re just a little hubbub who ain’t old.” cracked Study Bunny, “By the way, you kids have fun at the pool while I get the homework done!” “Yay!” we both cried, and we grabbed our swim stuff and raced outside. This left Study Bunny thinking and alone in Luke’s room. “5 x 9…hmmm, 5 x 9…Bananas! That’s it, bananas!” he said, and proceeded to write down the word ‘Bananas’ in place of the answer.
Meanwhile, Fang and I were racing like hell to get to the pool, but the moment we got there, it was shut! “Oh no!” I cried, “Why would those poor people shut the pool on the weekend?” “Because it’s the time when everyone gets a day off,” said Fang. He sighed. “It must be one of those days.” “One of those days when people couldn’t bother to make a crowded swimming pool. We prefer the days when we have water all to ourselves.” I shrugged. “Like when there was a drought?” “We weren’t selfish!” I yelled.
At our house, Study Bunny was nearly finished doing all the homework in double quick time. He only got one answer wrong, and that was the banana answer, but all the other questions, he did correctly. When Fang and I returned, I checked on what Study Bunny did. Everything was correct, except for the first question he did. “Silly Study Bunny,” I giggled, “It’s 45!” “Oooooh,” realised Study Bunny, and proceeded to cross out ‘banana’ and write 45. “There you go, Fang, nothing to worry about. It all takes a little help, and viola, your homework is done.” “Don’t mention it, it’s my job to help others.” And Study Bunny opened the window and leapt out back into his car, driving off. “Bye Study Bunny!” Fang and I called. At that moment, Joan came in. She seemed surprisingly happy. “Mr Bonehead says not to worry about your homework at all,” she said. “Great!” cried Fang. “You can do it after the holidays.” Joan said. Fang and I hugged each other, jumping up and down. “We were doing homework for nothing!” I cried. “And to think, we were both simply getting help!” laughed Fang.
The Monday following, we were hanging out at the pool with our siblings Luna and Zura. “No way,” said Zura, “You got a bunny to do your homework? How come?” “Sophie phoned him up. He got one answer wrong, but he still managed to be a kind old bunny.” Fang told Zura. “But then his mum told him that he can do his homework after the holidays!” I said. Luna and Zura chattered happily in belief. “All that homework for nothing!” laughed Luna, “And to think we were all given homework during the Summer holidays.” “Not if I have something to say about it!” cried Fang, and he splashed Luna. Luna splashed him back, then Zura splashed him. I splashed both of them. Soon we were all splashing each other, happy that homework was forgotten about at last.
THE END.
Homework From Hell (My Version)
I watched from the sidelines as Luke raced out of school excitedly. It was nearly the weekend, and he was looking forward to splashing in the Scream Street swimming pool with Resus and Cleo. “Isn’t it exciting? A whole Summer weekend with a pool trip to look forward to!” cried Luke. “Yeah, you bet!” I said, “I hope there’s room for all of us.” “The pool is located not too far near Eefa’s Emporium, it’ll be easy enough to get there.” As we walked home, we bragged about who could do the best underwater somersaults, or who could jump in first, or who could show off pool muscle first - Luke or Resus. I joked that Resus would be probably too weak to show some muscle, but Luke would be.
When we got home, Luke emptied out his schoolbag. Something white and floaty fell out. It wasn’t a ghost, it was Luke’s homework. I picked it up and read what Dr Skulley wrote. “Dear Luke, your homework must be due by Monday morning. NO EXCUSES!” The ‘NO EXCUSES’ thing was written in big capital letters using a red marker, which almost bled through the page like baked bean stains. “Aaawwww, how I hate homework,” growled Luke through gritted teeth. “Me too. I never get any homework, I’m only six,” I said. “Tell you what: I’ll do all the homework for you!” “Thank you, I could do with a break.” And Luke gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I giggled cheekily.
During the afternoon I worked on the first five maths questions. They were all very easy. But when it was time for Luke to go to bed, I put down my pencil and squeezed into bed with him. Snuggling up next to him, I whispered into his ear: “You’re going to be so surprised when you see what I’ve done.” Morning came, and Luke slumped over to his desk. He got quite a surprise! The first five answers of his maths homework have been filled in for him! “Who…who did this?!” cried Luke excitedly. “Sybil! You did this! I can tell by your handwriting!” “Leave everything to me. Someday I’ll open a homework avoiding service, so that I can do all the homework for you. But the next few answers need another one while we go to the pool.” I thought for a moment, and then an idea flew into my head almost instantly. “I’ll phone Roger Rabbit and see if he can do all the homework for you.”
So I telephoned Roger Rabbit. “Helloooo, Roger Rabbit speaking,” said the voice on the phone. It was Roger alright. “Hi, I was wondering if you could do Luke’s homework while we go to the pool.” I said. “Sure, you know how much I love doing homework! I used to copy off other people at school! I got into so much trouble.” “But won’t you get us both into trouble?” I asked, a little puzzled. “No way! Leave it all to Roger!” I put down the phone and waited for a long time with Luke in my room. Occasionally the silence of his room was broken by the occasional crow squawking. Suddenly, we heard a clown car horn make a rude noise, and outside, Roger Rabbit drove up to Luke’s front gate in his red and white clown car. He got out and noticed the ‘Beware Werewolf’ sign on the front of the gate. “Ooh! Better be careful!” he said, and tiptoed quietly into Luke’s house.
Luke and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Then finally, Roger burst in. “I’m here, baby!” he called. “Roger Rabbit!” we both shouted. “You came! At last!” I cried. “Yep, it’s me, Roger Rabbit, here to do your homework! Where is your homework, by the way?” “It’s on Luke’s desk,” I said, pointing to the five pages of homework laid out on the table. “My hands really ache when I do my homework. Werewolves get terrible arthritis when it comes to doing homework.” “Nah, you’re just a little hubbub who ain’t old.” cracked Roger, “By the way, you kids have fun at the pool while I get the homework done!” “Yay!” we both cried, and we grabbed our swim stuff and raced outside. This left Roger thinking and alone in Luke’s room. “5 x 9…hmmm, 5 x 9…” A literal lightbulb appeared above his head, and in his cartoony ways, Roger had to turn it off. It disappeared in a puff of smoke. “Bananas! That’s it, bananas!” he said, and proceeded to write down the word ‘Bananas’ in place of the answer.
Meanwhile, Luke and I were racing like hell to get to the pool, but the moment we got there, it was shut! “Oh no!” I cried, “Why would those poor people shut the pool on the weekend?” “Because it’s the time when everyone gets a day off,” said Luke. He sighed. “It must be one of those days.” “One of those days when people couldn’t bother to make a crowded swimming pool. We prefer the days when we have water all to ourselves.” I shrugged. “Like when there was a drought?” “We weren’t selfish!” I yelled.
At Luke’s house, Roger was nearly finished doing all the homework in double quick time. He only got one answer wrong, and that was the banana answer, but all the other questions, he did correctly. When Luke and I returned, I checked on what Roger did. Everything was correct, except for the first question he did. “Silly Roger,” I giggled, “It’s 45!” “Oooooh,” realised Roger, and proceeded to cross out ‘banana’ and write 45. “There you go, Luke, nothing to worry about. It all takes a little help, and viola, your homework is done.” “Don’t mention it, it’s my job to help others. I’m a cartoon!” And Roger opened the window and leapt out back into his car, driving off. “Bye Roger!” Luke and I called. At that moment, Mrs Watson came in. She seemed surprisingly happy. “Dr Skulley says not to worry about your homework at all,” she said. “Great!” cried Luke. “You can do it after the holidays.” Luke’s mum said. Luke and I hugged each other, jumping up and down. “We were doing homework for nothing!” I cried. “And to think, we were both simply getting help!” laughed Luke.
The Monday following, we were hanging out at the pool with Resus and Cleo. “No way,” said Cleo, “You got a cartoon rabbit to do your homework? How come?” “Sybil phoned him up. He got one answer wrong, but he still managed to be a kind old bunny.” Luke told Cleo. “But then his mum told him that he can do his homework after the holidays!” I said. Resus and Cleo chattered happily in belief. “All that homework for nothing!” laughed Resus, “And to think we were all given homework during the Summer holidays.” “Not if I have something to say about it!” cried Luke, and he splashed Resus. Resus splashed him back, then Cleo splashed him. I splashed both of them. Soon we were all splashing each other, happy that homework was forgotten about at last.
THE END.
Friday, 29 July 2022
Sisters Of The Snow
Cleo and I are sisters who live together in the snowy wastelands of the Arctic. All our lives we are forbidden not to go near the icy water, but when we do, a greater risk awaits us both...
No Halloween This Year (Script)
FULL SHOT - THE FRONT OF A HALLOWEEN PARTY INVITATION
After a few seconds, it turns over to reveal the title:
OPENING TITLE: “NO HALLOWEEN THIS YEAR”
EXT. TOWN SQUARE - DAY.
Chucker and Basher, the Poltergeist twins, are excitedly jumping up and down over the fact they’re invited to a Halloween party. Both the twins stuff the invitations into their hats for safe keeping, and float out of frame.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. COSTUME SHOP - DAY.
Chucker and Basher enter the costume shop to find Charlotte, a six year old girl with magical powers, Luella and Six sorting through various dress up clothes, deciding what they want to be for the party. The two Poltergeist twins float up to the girls, who notice them.
CHARLOTTE
Hi, Chucker! Hi, Basher!
SIX
Are you excited about the Halloween party happening tonight?
Chucker and Basher nod.
LUELLA
What are you going to go as?
Chucker and Basher look at each other, then slowly shake their heads to say, “I dunno”.
LUELLA
Well, I’m going to go as a fairy. I’ll be much better than that thuggish fairy called Twinkle, he never shaves or washes under his arms!
SIX
(grossed out)
Eeeeewww…
CHARLOTTE
And I’m going as a witch.
LUELLA/CHARLOTTE
(in unison)
WFFs forever!
The two laugh, and once their laughter has settled, Charlotte asks Six:
CHARLOTTE
What are you going to go as, Six?
SIX
I think I’ll go as a lion, because I’m tough and strong.
CHARLOTTE
(sarcastically)
You always are strong towards my friend Sybil.
SIX
That’s because I’m her cousin. It’s my job.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. COSTUME SHOP - CHANGING ROOMS. DAY.
Chucker and Basher wait outside as the girls are heard putting on their Halloween costumes. After a while, each one emerges: Luella as a fairy, Charlotte as a witch, and…Six in a Rainbow Dash dress. Luella and Charlotte laugh over this. Six notices, and laughs too.
LUELLA
I thought you were supposed to be a lion.
SIX
Sorry, but my little cousin is into My Little Pony.
CHARLOTTE
Now, you two, what are you going to go as?
Chucker points to the lion costume that Six refused to wear, and Basher points to the cowboy costume hanging with the other costumes.
DISSOLVE:
INT. COSTUME SHOP - CHANGING ROOMS. DAY.
We hear Chucker and Basher changing into their costumes from inside the changing rooms, and then they emerged, dressed up in their costumes.
LUELLA/CHARLOTTE/SIX
(O.S.)
Oooh!/Wow!
CHARLOTTE
(O.S.)
Well, no time to explain. We have to get ready. See you at the party!
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CHUCKER & BASHER’S HOUSE - KITCHEN. AFTERNOON.
Chucker and Basher sneak into the kitchen while their mother, a Poltergeist wearing a boater hat, is cooking something. Chucker whispers into Basher’s ear, ala Sooty with Matthew Corbertt, and Basher nods, getting out a lasso. He twirls it over his head and lassos his mum, who drops her wooden spoon on the floor.
CHUCKER & BASHER’S MUM
I don’t know what has come over you two boys. Don’t lasso me while I’m cooking - you almost disrupted my bolognese sauce I’m making for dinner tonight. Now, about the Halloween party. Can you show me the invitations?
Chucker and Basher pull the invitations out of their exposed pockets and hand them over to their mum, who gasps at the time the party has started: 10PM?! I don’t believe it!
CHUCKER & BASHER’S MUM
10PM?! No no no no no, that’s way past your bedtime. I can’t have you going to that Halloween party just so you can fake staying up late, I have scaring duties tonight. And by the way, Thomas is coming to babysit in three hours, so I want you looking your spritely best for him.
Chucker and Basher run upstairs to get ready. We have a MONTAGE of Chucker and Basher in the bathroom taking a nice, warm bath (complete with a yellow rubber duck), drying themselves and changing into their clean pyjamas.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CHUCKER & BASHER’S HOUSE - HALLWAY. AFTERNOON.
Chucker and Basher stampede down the stairs and sit on the steps to wait for Thomas, their babysitter. There is silence for a minute. Chucker stares at the clock above the dresser, and puts his exposed head on Basher’s exposed shoulder.
CLOSE UP - HALLWAY CLOCK
It now reads quarter past 4.
MATCH DISSOLVE:
It now reads 6 O’Clock.
INT. CHUCKER & BASHER’S HOUSE - HALLWAY. EVENING.
Chucker and Basher’s mum answers the door to see Thomas, an adolescent dog wearing a footie shirt and with brown and orange fur.
CHUCKER & BASHER’S MUM
Thanks for coming by to look after my dear little Poltergeists.
THOMAS
No worries, mate, it’s my pleasure.
CHUCKER & BASHER’S MUM
Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Bedtime is 9 O’Clock. And by the way, they aren’t going to the Halloween party tonight. Will you find something to keep them occupied while I’m out?
THOMAS
I’ll find something.
CHUCKER & BASHER
Good.
(to Chucker & Basher)
Be good for Thomas! Bye!
Chucker and Basher’s mum exits and shuts the door behind her. Chucker and Basher hop off the stairs and trudge slowly into
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS. EVENING.
Chucker and Basher slump down on the sofa, and Thomas sits next to them. There is a moment of silence. Then, Thomas puts a paw on Basher’s exposed shoulder.
THOMAS
Look, mate, I know your mum has told you a thousand times about attending that Halloween party, but sometimes the real fun can be found at home.
Chucker and Basher shoot upright in amazement - WHAT?!
THOMAS
Why don’t you draw what the Halloween party looks like?
I.B.F.Fs: No Halloween This Year
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Ed and Fred, the ghostly brothers, were fed up. It was Halloween, and every year their relatives go out for their annual haunting procession, which meant scaring people all around the world. But this year, their mum couldn’t go out because they had nasty colds, and their sneezing was causing everything in their house to scatter everywhere. “Oh dear, your room is a mess,” said Mum. “Tell me about it,” said Fred, “Our room doesn’t look the same since green snot crawled out of our exposed noses.” Ed just sneezed, for he didn’t talk. Instantly, a whole shelf of books came flying, and Mum had to duck! “I should put a peg on your nose to keep out the snotty bogely-ness.” she said, tutting and shaking her head. The brothers laughed. “Now, you two stay here while I go and get you a nice glass of milk and a spoonful of Nyquil.”
Off she went downstairs to prepare the milk and medicine, and while she did that, Ed and Fred tried hard not to sniff hard or sneeze. No matter how long they held in their sneezes for, their noses just kept running with snot. At last, Mum came up with a tray of medicine and milk. “Here, take a spoonful each. It’ll make you feel better.” Mum fed the medicine to Ed and Fred. “Urrggh!” said Fred, “It tastes of drowned mice in chocolate peanut butter.” “That’s ghoul-approved medicine.” reassured Mum. “No wonder it tastes of petrol!” said Fred. “By the way, I wonder if cousin Bertram is out on scare patrol this year? At least he’s not ill.”
As if on cue, the tablet on Ed’s bedside table began to ring. “Oh! I thin you spoke too soon,” said Mum. She picked up the tablet and answered it. It was a video call from cousin Bertram himself! “Ah, Bertram, thank goodness you called. Out on scare patrol I see?” “Sure, and I’m out on my first round to little Fiona’s house right then and there.” said cousin Bertram. “May Ed and Fred talk with you please?” “I’m sure they’d love to!” said cousin Betram. Mum handed the tablet over to Ed and Fred. “Hi, you two!” cried Bertram, “Sorry to hear you’re not well.” “That’s okay,” sniffed Fred, “We’re coping really well.” He turned to Ed. “Don’t get snot on the tablet, you mind.” Ed nodded. Bertram laughed. “Watch carefully, you two, I’m going to demonstrate how real scarers take a scare in the hand!” Ed and Fred watched excitedly as Bertram crept into Fiona’s bedroom. He waited until Fiona was sound asleep, and then he tiptoed into the room and shook her awake. As Fiona woke up, she was shocked to see a surprisingly spooky ghost! It roared at her like a million lions with shockwave power! Fiona screamed, and Bertram dropped his tablet.
The footage on the tablet began to glitch out and turn off. The video call had ended. Ed and Fred were most upset. Ed was in tears, and Fred began to hug his mother. “I wonder if Bertram’s alright? Did he scare Fiona in the end?” he sobbed. “I’m sure he did. But while we wait for another video call from Bertram, I think I may need to get you both settled into bed.” “We have a collection of plastic bats and moons Alice gave us, plus some string and some sticks, and some lullaby powder too. We’ll make it happen with the power of a cold-friendly lullaby!” So that’s exactly what they did.
Ed, Fred and Mum took the plastic bats and moons and tied the string around each one. They then tied the string around the sticks and hung it off a coat hanger. “Now, close your eyes,” said Mum, “I’m about to use the lullaby powder.” Ed and Fred shut their heavy eyes tight as Mum threw the pink, powdery stuff over the mobile, which began to spin round slowly and play Brahms Lullaby. Ed and Fred were so sleepy in fact that they instantly settled down to bed. “Goodnight, my little phantoms,” said Mum, and she switched off the light and headed out the door. These ghouls got just the sleep they deserved, and it was all thanks to the power of a lullaby…
…but you never know, some other ghoul may be watching them from the corner of the room…
THE END.
No Halloween This Year
Chucker and Basher were very excited. They were invited to a Halloween party over at Luke, Resus and Cleo’s house! Since they were Poltergeists of very few words they didn’t have any time to express what they think of such a momentous event, but I have one word to express it: spooktacular. And after the party, they were going trick or treating! They had their trick or treat buckets armed and ready, and right now they were going to the costume shop to choose a costume for the party.
Whilst searching through endless varieties of costumes, they met up with the girl squad - Charlotte, Luella and Six. They were searching for costumes for the party too. “Luella and I are going as a fairy and a witch - we’re sure to outsmart everyone with how magical we are at this year’s party!” said Charlotte, using levitation to bring forth a witch costume from the other side of the shop. “I’m the fairy, she’s the witch,” said Luella. “And that makes us Magic Buddies, right?” said Charlotte. “You bet!” said Luella. “I think I might go as a lion, because I’m as strong and tough as one.” Chucker and Basher were totally inspired by the girls’ costumes. They watched minutes later as they emerged from the changing room wearing their costumes - except Six, who was instead wearing a Rainbow Dash Halloween costume. Luella and Charlotte laughed and laughed. The Poltergeist twins laughed too, but their laughter could not be heard. “I thought you were going as a lion!” cried Charlotte. Six blushed. “Sorry, but I have a secret liking for ponies.” That gave Chucker and Basher an idea: they could go as a lion and a cowboy!
They huddled into the changing room with their chosen costumes and emerged, their invisible bodies covered with the most colourful lion and cowboy costumes you have ever seen. “Ooh, wow!” gasped the girls. “Now you’re definitely ready for the party.” said Six. “You look fabulous!” swooned Luella. “I wonder what my dark angel will be going as? A prince, perhaps. A prince of my heart.” “You’ll be perfect for the party,” said Charlotte, “Luke and his siblings will be impressed.” Chucker and Basher looked at each other in concern. “What’s the matter?” asked Charlotte. “I think they’re worried about whether their mum would approve,” whispered Six. “Oh! Thanks! Er…so, you guys better ask your parents.” said Charlotte.
When Chucker and Basher got home they saw their mother cooking in the kitchen. She had a boater hat on her head to represent how motherly she was to them. Basher twirled his cowboy lasso in the air and threw it over his mother. “Hey! What gives?” cried Mum, and the Poltergeist twins were chuckling silently under their breath. “Don’t go lassoing people like that, not when they’re cooking dinner,” she said. “Now, about the Halloween party. Can you show me the invitation?” Chucker and Basher held up their black and orange party invitations. Mum took it from them and groaned. “10PM. That’s way past your bedtime. And Thomas is supposed to come here to babysit! I don’t want you wandering off to a late night Halloween bash when Thomas is supposed to be looking after you!” Mum was overprotective to Chucker and Basher. She didn’t want them going outside even if it’s way past their bedtime. Thomas on the other hand was an orange and brown dog who was Chucker and Basher’s babysitter for the evening. “Now go and get dressed into your pyjamas. Thomas will be arriving at 6PM.”
Chucker and Basher were bathed and in their pyjamas as quick as a wink. As they went downstairs, they looked at the clock and saw it was 5:55PM. That was only a few minutes until Thomas got here! They sat on the first step of the staircase and waited…and waited…and waited…until they heard a knock on the door. Thomas had arrived! And it was nearly dark outside! “Goodbye, darlings,” said Mum, giving each of her little Poltergeist twins a kiss. “Now I hope you’re going to be good little ghosts for Thomas.” She turned to Thomas. “Bedtime is 9 O’clock. Remember, you two, I love you!” She shut the door behind her and flew off.
Chucker and Basher sat in the living room looking cross and unhappy. Their exposed faces didn’t reveal that. “Now, now, why is it that you can’t go to the Halloween party?” Chucker and Basher held up their invitations. “10PM?!” said Thomas, “Oh my, I think you’re far too young to be going out to Halloween parties. Tell you what: why don’t you draw what the Halloween party looks like?” Chucker and Basher were so excited they ripped their invitations to shreds and jumped up and down excitedly. “Well, that’s Poltergeist twins to you,” said Thomas with a smirk.
Chucker and Basher got out some paper and some crayons and began to draw what the party looked like. They drew and they drew and they drew, until finally, when their work was done, they showed it off to Thomas. The picture looked a right beautiful sight - there they were, dressed as a lion and a cowboy, with Luella as a fairy, Charlotte as a witch and Six as Rainbow Dash all around them. “Don’t forget to sign your names,” said Thomas. The two signed their names at the very bottom of the paper using a black crayon and an orange crayon. “Now then, I’ll put it up on your bedroom wall so you won’t forget it. How’s that?” Chucker and Basher jumped up and down in celebration again.
As Thomas put the picture up on the wall, Chucker and Basher had already brushed their exposed teeth. They dragged their weary poltergeist bones into their bedroom and slumped back into bed. Thomas tucked them in and they both snuggled down under the covers. “Good night,” he said. “Happy Halloween.” As Thomas left, he took one last look at the Poltergeist twins, snug and safe in their little bed. Thomas left the room, whistling softly to himself. With a new picture on the wall and nothing to worry about at all, Chucker and Basher learnt that a good time was to be had by all - even at home.
THE END.
Thursday, 28 July 2022
I.B.F.Fs: Sisters Of The Snow
Once upon a time, my Egyptian mummy sister Zura and I lived together in the Arctic as sisters. It wasn’t too hot or too cold for us, so we liked it just the way it is, and played together in the snow every day. We’d swim in the open seas with polar bears. We’d roll down snowy hills. We’d have snowball fights, although it was clear that Zura always won. But best of all, we liked sliding on the ice together. No matter how much fun it was, we always liked sliding across the icy pond towards the other side. It was so much fun that we always tumbled and slid into the snow banks. We’d always emerge laughing and try to get up onto the ice, but we always slipped and landed in a heap.
One day, Zura and I were playing on the ice pond as always, sliding across the pond and crashing into the snowy bank on the other side. As we emerged, we were laughing until we couldn’t stand up - on literal ice. “Wow, that was great!” I cried. “You’re right, Sophie, it’s always fun to play together in such an icy, quiet paradise.” said Zura. “Yeah, just us two, no one else, on ice.” I smiled. Zura tried to get up, and I did too, but we slipped as always and landed atop one another in a heap. We were laughing so loudly that we almost didn’t hear voices calling for us. We looked up, and saw a young human boy (in real life, I know him as a werewolf) and a young vampire. Their names were Fang and Luna.
“Hi, you two! You come from the nearest ice tribe to play with us?” I asked. “Yeah, sure,” said Fang, “You girls are playing ice sliding! Mind if we join you?” “You bet!” said Zura and I together. We lined up at the edge of the pond, and Fang and Luna were boasting. “Bet we can slide all the way to the other side faster than you can!” laughed Luna. “Bet you can’t slide all the way to the edge of the ice!” I giggled. Fang playfully punched me. “I’m going to go even faster than you.” “Want a race?” asked Luna, and he was about to jump into action when Zura grabbed him by the scruff of his tribal coat. “No!” she cried. “Let me teach you.” “Actually, I’ll teach them first.” I added. “I’m an expert slider.” So saying, I leapt onto the ice and slid like I never slid before. “Wheeeeeeeee!!” I cried. BOOF! I landed into the snowy bank. Zura cheered for me, but Fang and Luna looked at each other, annoyed.
“Come on, guys, it’s fun!” I called. “Alright,” said Fang, but Zura stopped him and insisted it was her turn next. Zura leapt onto the ice and slid across, yelling in joy, until she collided with me and landed in the snowy bank. We emerged, hugging and laughing. “Our go!” called Fang. “Wait! Luna has to wait his turn first!” I shouted. “Who cares?” asked Luna, “We can both have a go!” Luna and Fang slid across the ice and landed head first into the snow. They emerged, laughing and high-fiving. Zura and I were astonished! “What? You…” I began, but Luna just pulled a face and Fang jeered, “We’re much better than you!” “Why?” I asked. “Because boys are better at ice sliding than girls. Girls stink! Boys rule!”
These words hurt us so much that we turned and walked away. I was crying softly over what Fang and Luna said. “There now, sometimes people say hurtful things, but I’m sure the boys will learn their lesson sometime soon.” “You mean you will punish them for what they’ve done?” I asked. “Like this!” said Zura, and she pinched my ear gently, causing me to giggle. “Still, we shouldn’t have invited them into our game, they’re far too boyish for our taste.” Meanwhile, Fang and Luna were sliding across the icy pond continuously. “Yeah! Woo!” called Fang. “Now watch me!” Fang leapt onto the ice, but it was too late. The ice began to crack and divide, and Fang fell off his ice floe and into the cold water. He was struggling for his life, and Luna was on the edge of the pond, worried for him. “Help! Luna!” he cried. “Don’t worry, Fang, I’m coming!” called Luna, and he leapt into the water. But soon after he dived in and held onto Fang’s shoulders, he was struggling too! “Help! Help!” they both cried.
Who should hear their cries for help but us. “Oh no! Fang and Luna are in trouble!” I cried. “Perhaps they’re wrong, girls CAN do anything. This is why we need to rescue them.” Zura and I raced towards the pond and leapt into the water. I grabbed Fang, and Zura grabbed Luna, and we both dragged them towards the edge of the water, dragging them onto dry land again. Fang and Luna coughed up water and looked up at us. “Oh thank Drac, you saved us!” said Luna. “You’re both right,” said Zura, “Girls AND boys are good at sliding along the ice.” “Then we’re sorry we didn’t believe you were good. All the slipping and sliding and everything, we thought you weren’t good at it. We thought us boys ruled.” said Fang. “Yeah, sure, but now we’re both wrong.” sobbed Luna. “Cheer up,” I smiled, wiping Luna’s tears away from his soft, pale face, “I think we could slide down icy hills together.” “Why?” asked the boys all at once. “Because that’s what both genders do together.”
“Everyone ready?” I asked a few minutes later as we lined up at the top of a snowy hill. “Sure!” my friends cried. “Three, two, one, GO!” I called, and off we went downhill, until we landed head first into a snowbank, laughing all the way. This continued for the rest of the day, until Fang and Luna had to go back to their Eskimo tribe. Zura and I returned home to our cave too, and as we disappeared into the swirling snow, we vowed we’d play with Fang and Luna someday soon again.
THE END.
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