#creepy mug design

[nounoustouzy]

3D SPIDER COFFEE MUG 11oz

Meet your next favorite morning companion, the iconic ceramic mug. This mug combines style and functionality to elevate your coffee or tea ritual. Offering plenty of room for your favorite beverage, this mug is available in 11 oz (0.33 L). Made from white ceramic and featuring a sleek glossy finish with eye-catching contrast, this mug is a delight to use and look at. The ergonomic C-shaped handle provides a comfortable grip, while the lead- and BPA-free design ensures peace of mind with every sip. -Material: White ceramic with colored interior and handle -Choose from multiple interiors and handle colors -C-shaped handle -Glossy finish -Eye-catching color contrast -Lead- and BPA-free.

[nesrodesigns]

Pumpkin Pattern 4 design

[artrsw]

Creep it real this spooky season! 👻🎃 Embrace the eerie vibes and let your spooky spirit shine. It’s time for all things creepy and kooky—who’s ready to join the fun? Click this link : https://tinyurl.com/y8rtrcsp

[sasyall]

(via Pride Alien Rainbow Coffee Mug by sasyall)

[cosmerelists]

A Sexy Fireman Calendar But Make It Stormlight

Happy New Year! Let's imagine what a "sexy men of Roshar" calendar would be like. And yes, yes I am trying to do purely visual gags in a written medium. What can I say? I don't draw.

Anyway, here's how I think such a calendar would be designed if it were made for us since I'm too lazy to look up the names of Rosharan months and I want to make holiday jokes.

1. January: Dalinar

What better way to kick off the new year than with a man who reminds us to just keep taking the next step?

Dalinar is sitting in front of a fireplace full of flamespren wearing his uniform...but with the jacket and shirt all the way unbuttoned, like he's relaxing after a long day of work, his presumably hairy chest on full display.

2. February: Drehy and Dru

The Valentine's Day month of course must feature Urithiru's hottest gay couple.

Drehy and Dru are lying on a heart-shaped mattress, with a red blanket draped artfully across their bodies, rose petals surrounding them. Aside from the blanket, they don't appear to be wearing anything at all...

3. March: Adolin

Adolin is wearing his Easter Best--namely a pink linen shirt with a deep V-neck, a white scarf, white pants, and a winning smile. Also, I think he should be holding a baby bunny, just to really sell it.

4. April: Lopen

Lopen is upside down, stuck to a wall, his rakish grin suggesting that this April Fool's Joke is on you--but also that you'll be laughing along with everyone else.

5. May: Rlain

Like a herald of Spring, Rlain is sitting reclined, his back against a tree, surrounded by blooming flowers. He's in warform, his sharply chiseled muscles making an excellent contrast to all of the soft, bright nature around him.

6. June: Sigzil

Sigzil stands, shirtless and glistening with sweat, beneath the blazing sun. It looks like you caught him mid-kata, spear in hand.

7. July: Kaladin

Kaladin has been photographed in the midst of a summer thunderstorm: his wet hair blowing sideways but in an artful way, his wet undershirt sticking to his chest, and a dramatic bolt of lighting in the background.

8. August: Skar

The back-to-school month features our favorite teacher. Skar is clearly mid-lesson, floating off the ground, glowing with Stormlight, holding his hand up as though expounding.

9. September: Renarin

Renarin is standing amid fall colors, leaves floating gently to the ground around him. He's dressed as if for the crisp fall air in a long coat, flannel shirt, and pants. He's holding a warm mug of cider, the steam rising past his face.

10. October: Hoid

Hoid...well I'd have to say he looks both hot and creepy. He's wearing a masquerade mask and suit, holding a martini glass. His eyes say that he has many secrets.

11. November: Rock

Rock has made you a FEAST for Thanksgiving! He's standing in front of a table laden in food (stew front and center, of course), holding his arms out wide as if inviting you to join him, a huge grin on his face.

12. December: the Stick

It's stuck in the ground, standing up, with a single Christmas ornament as decoration.

Yes, despite not being a man, the stick has made it into the Sexy Men Calendar. What can't it do?

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[david-talks-sw]

"If it's amazing, they'll know."

When talking about "George Lucas' vision" and the original six Star Wars films, there's one thing to bear in mind and that's Lucas' style of filmmaking.

These are movies for kids, designed to emulate the Saturday matinee serial format from the '30s, à la Flash Gordon. You see this most of all in the dialog. But something else you notice is George Lucas' filmmaking style, particularly in how he films and edits.

Take Darth Vader's introduction, for example.

Look at the composition: Vader stands tall, in contrast to the - as the script puts it - "fascist white armored suits of the Imperial stormtroopers". They're all in white, he's all in black, he's bigger badder, emerging from a cloud of smoke. What an entrance.

But if you think about it, it's just a single full shot. Very basic.

Compare this to Kenobi, wherein Vader is treated like a monster out of a horror movie. First, you glimpse his shadow, people reacting...

... then ominous bits and pieces like his boots or his lightsaber...

... and finally Vader himself, in all his terrifying glory.

That's a modern way of shooting it and it admittedly makes ol' Darth seem that much more imposing and absolutely badass.

But Lucas comes from a background of editing, experimental filmmaking and used to work as a documentary cameraman.

So what he did is just put the camera down and have Vader walk in. It's a faster yet differently-efficient way to introduce the character. It's more about dynamic pacing and visuals.

And that is Lucas' style. In his words:

"The way these films were put together, they're shot very much like a documentary film and the action of stage, and then I shoot around it. I don't stage for the camera. And as a result, there are a lot of things that happen pretty much by accident. It lends an aura of authenticity to everything." - Star Wars - Episode I: Podracing Featurette, 1999

Another example: the introduction of General Grievous.

A door opens revealing his ugly mug and he walks in. Boom.

But in Star Wars Storyboards: The Prequel Trilogy, you find that - as envisioned by the storyboard artists - our introduction to Grievous would've been very different.

"We wanted to have the introduction to Grievous be a series of really close shots that would be a series of details: his creepy foot, his creepy hand...

... his scary alien eyes...

... but George brought up an interesting point. He didn't want the film to concentrate on one design detail or one element— but rather let the world be there and let the viewer find those things without necessarily having it shoved in their face." - Derek Thompson, SW Storyboards: The Prequel Trilogy, 2013

"George nixed the idea, saying: 'I don't want something to be special because of how it's filmed, but because of what it is. Just put the camera on it and let it play out in front of the audience. If it's amazing, they'll know.'" - Iain McCaig, SW Storyboards: The Prequel Trilogy, 2013

That's it in a nutshell. "If it's amazing, they'll know."

The above storyboards look awesome and seeing Grievous be introduced that way would be great... but it wouldn't be Lucas' Star Wars. It would be some other director taking a crack at it.

And this way of shooting can be weird, even boring, at times. I mean compare Mace leading his troops into battle...

... to Aragorn leading his, in Return of the King.

The latter is so much more emotionally impactful. For a number of reasons (eg: Aragorn is a deuteragonist, Mace is a secondary character with less development), but one of them is that the moment is just shot in a way that's more interesting.

First we have an angle on Aragorn as he smiles and charges. Then the rest of the other characters as they react and follow suit, then the troops do the same.

With Mace it's, uh, *checks notes* he flourishes his saber and charges, the clones follow. Hell, for half a second we're looking at just an empty screen.

But y'know what the shot does look like?

It looks like something out of a WW1 documentary.

It's that authenticity he was mentioning further up.

At the end of the day, you can call it campy or bad... it's Lucas' style. It's cinema. There's a logic to it.

"To me, the script is just a sketchbook, just a list of notes, and, sometimes, I prefer the documentary feel of free flow, so I let my instincts tell me where to go. I like to create cinematically; I don't like to have a plan. I like to have a rough idea of what I'm going to do-certain themes, certain issues I'm going to deal with-and then I try to do so." - The Making of Revenge of The Sith, page 116, 2005

He doesn't try to make a character look particularly badass with camera angles or make the shot too choreographed, he just goes with the flow, and makes the deliberate choice to shoot it that way, because for better or for worse... it's his movie.

So yeah, just a tidbit I thought would be interesting.

Edit:

@schilkeman added this very interesting point in the replies:

"He doesn’t stage for the camera, but he does compose for the camera. The documentary style, while somewhat detached, requires the filling of the screen with motion and light. The way things move through frame seem very important to him. These are things his films excel at."

[crestwood-survivor]

Mythal in the Deep Roads: Deep Descent Ritual Cave

So, I just finished another playthrough of Inquisition and noticed a lot of neat things. One being the creepy ritual cave you can find when you’re going through the Deep Roads for the Deep Descent DLC. It looks like this:

The cave is filled with a bunch of dead Cretahls that have been sacrificed, a bloody altar, bloody symbols written on the walls and ground, etc. It’s in the “Bastion of the Pure” which is the last level before we get inside the Titan, so it is deep beneath Thedas, deeper than the deep roads.

And what is the strangest thing we find here? A statue of Mythal:

I didn’t realize what it was at first because it’s dark in this section of the game, and the statue is busted, but it is 100% a Mythal statue. It’s the same as this one:

Except the statue in the deep roads is missing its head.

The Mythal statue is not he only weird thing in this cave. First, let’s briefly go over what happens as we enter this area. The cave and the tunnel leading to this area have dead Cretahl with designs written in blood on the walls and the ground like this:

When we enter the actual ritual cave, as we approach the altar in the room an arcane horror will appear that we must fight. When the arcane horror appears, our Inquisitor will say “You’re the one behind the rituals!” and the arcane horror will resurrect some of the dead Cretahl to fight us.

After killing the arcane horror, we can get a closer look at the actual altar in the cave:

And also find a sacrificial mug on the altar that gives us this description:

“Sacrificial cup: Those stains don’t look like moss-wine.”

Finally, we have a busted Eluvian:

Except, this one doesn’t look like most of the Eluvians we see in the game; it looks like Merrill's Eluvian:

(I don’t think the Eluvian found here is Merrill’s, another Eluvian like this one can also be found in Morrigan’s study in Halamshiral)

So putting it all together, we have a creepy cave beneath the deep roads just outside of a titan where Cretahls are being sacrificed to an Arcane Horror, and this cave also has a statue of Mythal and a busted Eluvian in it. The only people living down there are the Sha-Brytol, so are they the ones make sacrifices here? What does Mythal and the Eluvian have to do with it?  We know from the Trespasser DLC that the ancient elves were in the deep roads and other Mythal statues can be found there too (I will be making a post about that as well) but those areas look very different compared to this ritual room in the Deep Descent.

[mordaciousmurderer]

Home Safe and Sound

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader

A/n: GUYS I THINK IM GONNA MAKE THIS A SERIES!! Please lemme know if you like it because this was fun to write. Long story short, you were in a bar and you go up to Ghost pretending to know him to get him away from a creepy guy. as always asks are open

cw: gn!reader, mentions of alcohol, attempted roofie, implied attempted assault if you look close enough, no use of y/n, and yea i had you call him johnny on purpose, can be read as gender neutral but if this continues on i plan on making the reader fem!

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The varied sounds of a bar muffled at the back of Simon’s ears. The sun amber glow of lights stretched along tables and chairs. His sharp, steely eyes surveyed the room before he pushed the fabric of his mask up to the bridge of his nose to take a sip from the whiskey class nestled in his grip. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low murmur of distant conversations, but Ghost remained in his own world.

As the minutes stretched on, the gentle sounds of chatter and clinking glasses were disrupted by your soft and hurried footsteps. You approached Ghost with an air of urgency, your eyes wild with a mixture of fear and determination. “Excuse me.” She whispered urgently. “Please pretend you know me.”

Ghost's gaze softened as he looked at you recognizing the genuine fear in your eyes. It took him a moment and a half to register what was happening but you wasted to time in creating a character.

“Oh my god Johnny is that you?” You asked excitedly. “Never thought I’d see your balaclava covered mug again!” with an enthusiastic grin you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. Ghost felt his cheeks heat up oil pastel pink and blinked in confusion for a quick second before he snapped out of his daze and hugged you back.

“Yes! Wow it’s lovely to see you!” His gruff voice shocked you ever so slightly. You had picked the biggest guy you could find within 20 feet of you, grateful that he sounded as tough as he looked. You glanced to the side, a slight glimmer of panic flashing through your eyes. He mirrored the path your eyesight took and saw the man you were clearly trying to escape.

The man, clad in tattered leather and exuding an unwelcome persistence, oozed an unsettling aura that made the air around him feel suffocating. He planted himself obviously maybe a few yards away from you, watching closely like a damn private investigator.

Ghost laid a hand on your shoulder to redirect your attention to him. “Are you here for Angelica’s after party?” He asks

“Oh yeah! I didn’t know you and her were still friends.” You respond

“Yeah. Do you need a ride home after?”

“Oh that’d be great! My designated driver had a little too much to drink.” You faked a laugh.

The man shifted in the corner of your eye before stuffing his hands in his pockets and exiting the bar. As soon as the door shuts behind him you exhale and rest against the bar, your head falling heavy in your hands. “Holy fuck. Thank you so much. That guy-“ You came to a sudden halt, every breath you took felt as though it burned your lungs.

“Are you alright?” He asked, offering her a reassuring presence amidst the lingering unease. “Who was that guy?”

You shook your head, still pressed in your hands. “I don’t know he just wouldn’t leave me alone I think he tried to roofie me.”

Magma hot rage boiled up in the back of Ghost’s throat, embarrassed by the level of degeneracy that man reached. He pushed the vile malice back down. “You’re safe now.” He reassured you. “Are you able to get home safely?”

“Yes I just gotta.. call an uber.” Your voice still carrying the edge of residual anxiety. Your DD getting too drunk unfortunately was not part of the bit. You weren’t truly drunk but absolutely not sober enough to drive.

“I’ll wait with you until it arrives.” Ghost slaps a 50 dollar bill on the bar. “I want her tab paid too. Keep the change.”

You quickly shook your head “No no you don’t have to-“

“Don’t worry.” He interjects plainly and you smile in response A mix of gratitude and relief washed over your features as you tapped in your destination to your phone. "Thank you, really. You have no idea how much this means to me." Your gratitude oozed out of you. You gave him your name once the confirmation of your uber had come through.

“I’m Simon.” He responds. The idea of you sitting in an uber with a stranger was definitely disconcerting. “Here, let me give you my number. I want to make sure you get home just fine.” He held his hand out expectantly and you placed your unlocked phone in his hand.

“That’s very kind of you…” A swell of gratitude enveloped you as you looked at him, your eyes filled with a profound appreciation for the stranger who had become your unexpected savior. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your night.”

He shook his head “Do not apologize, it wasn’t your fault. You had the right idea comin’ up to me.”

You looked down at your phone after it pinged then held up up, wiggling it slightly to indicate the arrival of your uber. The two of you stood up and he made a gesture allowing you to go first. He followed you out of the crowded building and you pointed at the car that had come to take you home. The chill in the air pierced through you like a thousand icy needles, causing you to shudder involuntarily as you stepped out into the night. “Thank you again.” You crossed your arms tight to your chest in effort to warm up.

Ghost unslung his jacket, draping it over your shoulders as a shield against the biting cold. A true gentlemanly gesture that had no ulterior motive other than his concern for your well-being. Your cheeks flushed warmly at the gesture and you hoped he would blame the blush on the cold.

“It’s no problem at all. Don’t forget to text me when you’re home safe.” He opens the car door for you and you settle in the back seat.

“It was nice meeting you.” You respond. The two of you exchange a smile and a nod. In that fleeting exchange, an unspoken bond had woven itself between you two, a connection forged in your vulnerability. He shut the door and watched as the car pulled away.

As the Uber drove away from the dimly lit bar, you got settled in the back seat, wrapped in Simon’s jacket. Its familiar warmth a reminder of the stranger who had come to your aid. The events of the evening played out in your mind like a vivid tableau.

The unspoken understanding between the two of you lingered in your thoughts as the Uber drove longer. Your apartment wasn’t too far away from the bar so before you knew it the familiar building came into view. You gripped at the comforting fabric of the jacket, now guilty for leaving him without his own way to combat the chill in the air. As the Uber came to a halt you thanked the driver humbly before hurrying into the apartment complex and up the stairs to your home.

Your mind found itself looping around the thought of Simon and how kind he was to you. Why you felt safe going up to this masked man puzzled you, but regardless you thought you made the right choice. You made sure to lock your door and went around to shut and lock all your windows, still on edge from the previous events. Pulling out your phone, you went to your contacts to find a new one amidst all the others. You pulled up a new text thread titled with his name and you typed up a message:

‘Home safe and sound. Thank you again Simon :)’

-

Masterlist

[blackghostm2o]

On this new episode of Phantom Ramblings (jokes aside I might actually start to call these as such) I’ll yap about Poto 1925.

I really enjoyed it, the music is sooo good (wasn’t expecting it) and the sets are really beautiful. I was afraid of not liking it because it was a silent movie, but I was wrong.

The actors did a great job, Lon Chaney is a fantastic phantom! I loved how he acted with his whole body and hands, really similar vibes to Leroux!Erik, pretty creepy too. How they did his deformity was perfect, really liked it and the unmasking is great, I like how aggressive he is (not like the novel, but close). Now… His backstory: basically inexistent… He HAD ESCAPED AN ASYLUM! I HATE THAT DETAIL! “Oh, you see this mad brute? He was confined in an asylum for the criminals.” Come on… Shitty backstory… They don’t want us to sympathise with him, so they have cut every info about his life. I really like the mask design, btw.

I’m mad that they whitewashed The Persian (here he is Ledoux), come on! Another really annoying thing is how he doesn’t have any backstory with Erik, ffs… He has been investigating him only for a couple of MONTHS, their relationship is completely absent. At least he exists… I guess…

I really like how close this movie is to the novel, the torture chamber, the death of Philippe, the siren (and actually showing her), the SCORPION AND THE GRASSHOPPER. Really great stuff, but they OBVIOUSLY HAD TO RUIN THE ENDING! Now… I know that it was 1925 and Hollywood (not only) hated having characters that aren’t either completely good or completely bad… What makes Erik’s character really compelling is his redemption, how he was not fully evil… How constant shunning and prejudice from society made him a monster… How, as Leroux himself wrote, if he didn’t look like that he would have been one of the fairest souls and how Erik just wanted to be an ordinary person living a normal life, the novel makes us sympathise with him… Here he is just a deformed madman who killed people, so he gets what he “deserves” and gets beaten to death and thrown into the river by a mob… I really hated the mob chasing him… This ending made me sad ngl…

This ending also makes me think about The penalty (1920) (another movie with Lon Chaney as villain) in which he isn’t truly evil, but a FUCKING CONCUSSION made him like that so the doctor’s brain operation made him good again… The same fucking doctor that cut Blizzard’s legs (Lon Chaney) when it wasn’t needed (ruining the life of a 16 y.o. that was then abandoned by his parents and started living in the streets), because GOD FORBID WE SHUN MEDICAL MALPRACTICE and SHOW HOW THE BAD GUY HAS AN ACTUAL REASON FOR BEING BAD.

I saw someone in the comments of the movie saying that they were glad Christine was actually afraid of the phantom and how the relationship isn’t romanticised, but still having a part that loved him, etc… The thing is… There’s no concept of pity nor love here… She is just afraid (which is understandable)… This ending just feels like an oversimplification and “playing it safe” for both of them. In the novel Christine is the one that wants to sing for Erik before disappearing, here she just wants to go away…

Bye :)

I’ll try to draw his lovely mug and his mask :)

[corrie-zodori]

Morticia Reference

Personal design I made for myself for fun and to test some things! Say hello to Morticia and her snake tails, Sugar and Spice! :P  She's a ghost hunter and loves anything paranormal or related to the occult. She will probably summon a demon just to flirt with them. She may say creepy things with utter indifference and fascinated professionalism! You can view her toyhouse page by clicking here. Also click here to see moodboard I used to inspire the design. ------------- ⭐ Other places to find me!  ☕ Tip Mug!

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[nounoustouzy]

3D NIGHTMARE GHASTLY COFFEE MUG 11oz

Meet your next favorite morning companion, the iconic ceramic mug. This mug combines style and functionality to elevate your coffee or tea ritual. Offering plenty of room for your favorite beverage, this mug is available in 11 oz (0.33 L). Made from white ceramic and featuring a sleek glossy finish with eye-catching contrast, this mug is a delight to use and look at. The ergonomic C-shaped handle provides a comfortable grip, while the lead- and BPA-free design ensures peace of mind with every sip. -Material: White ceramic with colored interior and handle -Choose from multiple interiors and handle colors -C-shaped handle -Glossy finish -Eye-catching color contrast -Lead- and BPA-free

[artrsw]

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[seanpultz]

The Three Stooges in The Haunted Mansion

The Three Stooges approach Gracey Mansion, which resembles the Joel Rathbone mansion, a Gothic Revival Pointed-style villa designed by Alexander Jackson (A.J.) Davis, in the upper Hudson River Valley area of Albany, New York.

Moe: (sternly) Alright, knuckleheads, we're here. This is the place, Gracey Mansion. It's supposed to be haunted!

Larry: (stutters) H-h-haunted, Moe? You don't really think there are… you know… ghosts here, do ya?

Curly: (excitedly) Oooh, ghosts! Can I play with 'em, Moe? Can I, huh? Can I?

Moe: (rolls eyes) Play with them? You'll probably scare 'em away with that mug of yours! Now, let's go in and check it out, before I decide to scare you two for real!

Larry: (nervously) But Moe, what if we get separated? We could get lost in this creepy place!

Moe: (exasperated) Lost? In a mansion? It's not like it's a corn maze, Larry. Now, stick together, and for goodness' sake, try not to break anything.

Curly: (innocently) Like what, Moe?

Moe: (sighs) Like your heads, you ninny! Now, let's go in before the spooks hear your bellyaching!

Entering the queuing area through a pair of ornate gates, The Stooges find themselves in the mansion's nearly-neglected gardens and grounds. The queuing path leads guests past a knocked over birdbath, a black carriage hearse led by an invisible horse, and finally leads into the awning.

Moe: (squinting) What's this mess? It looks like a tornado went through here. Did the ghosts have a yard sale and forget to clean up?

Larry: (swallows hard) I-I don't think it's a good idea to make fun of the ghosts, Moe. They might not like that.

Curly: (laughing nervously) Maybe they had a ghostly hoedown! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Moe: (bonks Curly on the head with his fist) Let's get going before Larry turns into a human popsicle from his own sweat.

As they approached the black carriage hearse, the invisible horse seemed to snort, causing Larry to jump and cling to Moe.

Larry: (whispers) Moe, did you hear that? The horse talked to me!

Moe: (sarcastically) Oh sure, Larry. It's probably just waiting for you to feed it your brain cells. Now, move it!

Curly: (excitedly) Can we take a ride, Moe? It's like a magical pumpkin carriage! Woo-woo-woo!

Moe: (shaking his head) Not now, Curly. First, we need to find out where we're supposed to go. I don't trust you two to not get us lost in a straight line.

The Stooges are greeted at a gate with several busts of a family that once lived in the mansion that killed each other over inheriting a large fortune.

Moe: (nods) Ah, the family that killed each other over money, huh? Nothing spookier than relatives fighting over a few bucks.

Larry: (swallows nervously) Maybe we shouldn't mess with them, Moe. They don't look too happy.

Curly: (laughing) Oh, they're just playing hide and go seek with their heads, Larry! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Moe: (grabs Curly by the nostril using his pinky finger) You're one step away from playing hide and go seek with your own brains.

Embossed musical instruments on a crypt that once touched a haunted tune mysteriously plays.

Moe: (stops in his tracks) What the…? Say, Larry? (Taps Larry's shoulder)

Larry: (Startled) Woah! (accidently pushes Moe into the Embossed musical instruments on a crypt. A trumpet is imprinted on his forehead.) Oh, gee! I'm sorry, Moe. It was an accident. Honest.

Moe: (reassuringly) That's alright. Accidents do happen.

Larry: (swallows hard) They do?

Moe: (puts his arm around Larry's shoulder) Sure they do. (leading Larry to the crypt with the Embossed musical instruments) Now, why don't you come over here and check out this very interesting crypt I just found. Touch one of those instruments and they play. Go head, touch one.

Larry: (sees a violin) Oh! (Touches it and he hears a violin playing) Say, Moe! You're right. I can hear a violin playing.

Moe by this point drops the nice act and kicks Larry in his posterior and Larry's face hit the tomb. Moe grabs Larry by the hair and pounds his face into the crypt repeatedly.

Moe: NOW, YOU'RE HEARING BELLS! (shoves Larry)

Water and bubbles emerge from a crypt belonging to a Captain Culpepper Clyne.

Moe: (pointing to the crypt) Hey, you two, check out Captain Clyne's final bath over here! He must've had a real splashy burial.

Larry: (swiping at his face) Moe, you're just… (his voice trails off as he watches the water) Do you think he's okay in there?

Curly: (excitedly) Can we take a bath, too? It looks like fun.

Moe: (rolls eyes) You'd like that, wouldn't ya? Well, I don't think the ghost of Captain Clyne would appreciate the company. Let's keep moving before we get in too deep with these spooks.

Larry: (nervously) Deep? Like, as in water deep, Moe?

Moe: (exasperated) No, you dolt, trouble deep! Now come on, before we all get soggier than a bowl of alphabet soup.

Words inexplicably appear upon on a tomb belonging to a poetess named Prudence Pock.

Moe: (reads the tomb) "Prudence Pock, the poetess, lost her head in thought and her body to a block." What kind of ghost writes poetry?

Larry: (whispers) Maybe she's trying to tell us something, Moe. Like, we should be careful or we'll end up like her.

Curly: (innocently) Maybe she's asking for a little help with her next rhyme, Larry. Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Moe: (To Curly) Pick out two.

Curly: One, Two.

Moe pokes Curly in the eyes with two of his fingers. Curly winces. Larry starts to laugh and Moe slaps him across the face.

They reach the servant's entrance where we enter the mansion.

Curly: (whimpers) Moe, I-I don't wanna go in there. It's dark and… (swallows hard) and spooky!

Moe: (slaps Curly) Snap out of it, Curly! You're not afraid of a little dark, are you?

Curly: (rubbing his cheek) Oh, no, Moe. It's not the dark I'm afraid of… it's the ghosts!

Moe: (twists Curly's ears) Ghosts, schmosts! They're just a bunch of floating sheets with eye holes. Now, get in there before I make your ears look like a pair of pretzels!

Curly: (grumbling) Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going.

Moe: (turns to Larry) Go in, Larry!

Larry: (defiant) I'll go in when I'm ready!

Moe: (raises an eyebrow) Are you ready?

Larry: (nonconfrontational) Yeah, I'm ready.

The Stooges enter the elegant-but-spartan foyer as a distant pipe organ plays a dirge-like version of Grim Grinning Ghosts.

Larry: (whispering to Curly) I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

Curly: I thought this was Orlando.

Larry does a double take in response to this.

Following this hallway, we enter a foyer, which features a fireplace to the left side. There is a picture hanging above the fireplace, which shows a handsome, young man (quite possibly the owner of the mansion).

Moe: (examining the portrait) Well, well, well. If it isn't the poster boy for "I've-got-more-money-than-sense" staring back at us. What's his deal, Larry?

Larry: (looks up nervously) I think he's… he's the ghost that haunts the place, Moe.

Curly: (squeaks) A handsome ghost? Maybe he's lonely and wants to play tag!

Moe: (rolls his eyes) Tag? You'd probably trip over your own two feet and end up hugging the floor, you knucklehead. Now, let's keep moving. We've got a mansion to explore before the real party starts.

Larry: (swallows hard) Party? What kind of party are we throwing for ghosts, Moe?

Moe: (pats Larry on the back) A party with a punch, Larry, a surprise!

Larry: (giddy) Punch? Oh, I like punch.

Moe: Oh, you like punch?

Larry: Yeah.

Moe: Well, here come one.

Moe is about to punch Larry in the face when he hears a mysterious voice booming out from the darkness.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): When hinges creak in doorless chambers. When strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker when the air is deathly still… That is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight.

Larry: (squeaks) Moe, did you hear that?

Curly: (nervously) Who's that talking? Moe, is it a ghost?

Moe: (transfixed) I'm not sure, you two. But I think I know where that voice is coming from. (He points to the portrait above the fireplace) Take a look at this!

The portrait, previously depicting a young man, now shows a decaying corpse with a sinister smile, much like the character from the story "The Picture of Dorian Gray."

Curly: (eyes wide) Moe, I don't think he's ready for his close-up anymore. Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Larry: (swallows hard) Moe, do you think we should be here? Maybe we're not welcome.

Moe: (snaps out of it) Welcome? Who needs an invitation to a party like this?

Once the picture's transformation is complete, one of the walls opens up next to the picture, revealing an octagonal room.

The Stooges enter this octagonal room from the Foyer. Four paintings (A bearded gentleman holding a document, A pretty young lady holding a parasol, An old woman holding a rose and A man in a bowler hat) flanked by candle-wielding gargoyles, hang from the walls in this chamber.

Moe: (looks around the octagonal room) Well, if this isn't the VIP lounge for spooks, I don't know what is. Look at all these fancy paintings.

Curly: (points to the pretty young lady) Moe, she's waving at me! (The painting's eyes seem to follow him as he walks)

Moe: (rolls eyes) Sure, Curly, she's probably just waving goodbye to your sanity. Now, keep it together. We don't want to scare off the ghosts before the grand tour.

Larry: (swallows hard) Maybe we should be more respectful, Moe. They might not like us poking around.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your Ghost Host. Our tour begins here in this gallery. Here, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now.

The doors The Stooges enter slam shut, The room begins to stretch upwards, the paintings on the walls elongating with it to reveal a comically gruesome end for each subject: The bearded gentleman holding a document is revealed to be wearing only his undergarments from the waist down and standing atop a lit keg of dynamite. The pretty young lady holding a parasol is revealed to be balancing on a fraying tightrope above the gaping jaws of an alligator. The old woman holding a rose is revealed to be sitting atop a tall gravestone, at the bottom of which is a stone bust of her husband George with a hatchet embedded in his head. The man in a bowler hat is revealed to be sitting on the shoulders of another man who sits on the shoulders of a third man who is waist deep in quicksand.

Moe: (sarcastically) Well, isn't this a real home makeover, "Ghost Edition"? Who knew dead people had such a flair for dramatic interior design?

Curly: (gulps) Moe, do you think we should be laughing?

Moe: (snaps fingers in Curly's face) Snap out of it! These ghosts are just trying to mess with us. Let's show 'em who's boss! (He struts over to the man standing on the shoulders in quicksand) Hey, buddy! Quit playing king of the hill with your ghostly pals and tell us where the real fun is!

Curly: (points to the portrait of the young lady) Moe, look at her! She's juggling dynamite and playing hopscotch with alligators!

Larry: (stutters) And that old woman… she's got more drama in her portrait than a soap opera! What's with the hatchet in George's head?

Moe: (laughing) George looks like he had a rough night. Maybe he forgot to put the toilet seat down. (Pauses) You know what? Let's get a closer look. Maybe we'll find their secret for staying so… lively.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination — hmm?

Larry: Moe, I don't like where this is going!

Moe: What do you mean, "where this is going"? We're already in a haunted mansion, where else could it go?

The Ghost Host (offscreen): And consider this dismaying observation, This chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!"

The Ghost Host laughs as The Stooges focus on the ceiling.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Of course, there's always my way.

The lights go out and lightning flashes above. The ceiling vanishes and gives a view of the mansion's cupola, where the skeletal corpse of the Ghost Host sways from a noose tied to the rafters.

Moe: Nyeeeeeeeah!

After a few seconds, the room becomes pitch black and a dreadful scream is heard making Larry and Curly scream too, followed by the sound of bones shattering. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the horror ended, and the lights flickered back on. They blinked in the sudden brightness, their eyes adjusting to find that the skeletal corpse was gone, and in its place, a wall had slid open, revealing a hidden passage.

Moe still tweaked by what he saw, suddenly realize that Larry and Curly are clinging on to Moe in a bear hug of terror. With a huff of annoyance, he released them, causing both Stooges to fall on the floor.

Moe: Would you two quit acting like a couple of scared rabbits?

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely. The real chills come later. Now, as they say, ‘look alive,’ and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please.

Moe: (calling out to the unseen Ghost Host) Why, you spooky skeleton. If I ever find you, I'll tear your tonsils out and use'em as earmuffs.

Larry: I think he's already dead, Moe.

Moe (turns to Larry) Shut up! (Slaps Larry across the face. He then turns to Curly and slaps him across the face too)

Curly: (wincing from the pain) What was that for?!

Moe: That was for what you were thinking!

Curly: I wasn't thinking of anything.

Moe: Good, Let keep it that way!

They continue onward down a long hallway, leading to a short queue that is used to board the Doom Buggies.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "And now, a carriage approaches to carry you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Once on board, remain safely seated with your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside. And watch your children, please."

Moe: (grumbling) Great, we're riding in a ghost-mobile. How original.

Larry: (swallows hard) Do you think it's safe, Moe? It's all rickety and everything.

Curly: (clapping) It's like a roller coaster, but with dead people! Woo-woo-woo!

Moe: (rolls eyes) Just sit down and keep your arms and legs inside. We wouldn't want to lose you to the afterlife before the fun starts, Curly.

They all clamber into the Doom Buggy, Larry and Curly squeezed together on one side, Moe sitting comfortably in the middle with an arm on the back of each of their seats.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Do not pull down on the safety bar, please. I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times.

The safety bar is lowered Locking Larry, Moe and Curly into their respective Doom Buggy.

The Doom Buggy enters a rather steep stairwell and pass under a landing where a floating candelabra floats in the darkness.

Moe: (grabbing the safety bar) Whoa, this is more action than I get on a merry-go-round with a sticky horse!

Larry: (whispers) Moe, I don't think we're in the kiddie ride anymore.

Curly: (gulps) And what's with those paintings? They're changing!

Moe: (laughing) Changing? That's just a trick of the light.

As they glide through the hallway, the paintings transform with each flash of lightning. The woman becomes a snarling tiger, the sloop is engulfed by a terrifying storm, the knight's flesh falls away to reveal a skeletal figure, and the serene Greek scene morphs into a haunting Medusa, turning any who dare gaze upon her to stone.

Curly: (eyes wide) Moe, I think they're trying to tell us something.

Moe: (skeptical) Yeah? Like don't mess with their home decor?

Larry: (stutters nervously) M-M-Moe, maybe we should get out of here. These ghosts are getting a little too… too…

Moe: Too what, Larry? Too real for ya?

Larry: (swallows hard) Y-y-yes, Moe. Too real.

Moe: (chuckles) Relax, you wimps. It's all just smoke and mirrors. Now, keep your eyes peeled for any real fun. This is the Haunted Mansion, after all.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please. We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights.

Leaving the hallway, we enter into a rectangular library, which is filled from floor-to-ceiling by shelves lined with hundreds of books. Phantom hands pull books from the shelves. An empty chair rocks gently back and forth, and a ladder slides to and fro as an unseen force searches for a good read. Among the shelves, marble busts glare at The Stooges as they move along in the gloom.

Moe: (whispers) Look at all these books! Maybe we can borrow one to teach you two how to think.

Larry: (swallows hard) Moe, I think those books are… occupied.

Curly: (laughing nervously) Maybe they're looking for a ghost story that doesn't have us in it!

Moe: (noticing Larry's distress) What's got you all riled up, Larry? You're sweating more than a snowman in July.

Larry: (swallows hard) The marble heads, Moe! They're following us!

Curly: (excitedly) Can we play tag with 'em? Maybe they're just lonely.

Moe: (rolls eyes) Lonely? They're not lonely, Larry, they're just watching us for the fun of it. Besides, they can't catch us in this thing. (Pats the Doom Buggy) We're on a ghost-proof ride.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Our library is well stocked with priceless first editions, only ghost stories, of course, and marble busts of the greatest ghost writers the literary world has ever known.

Leaving the library, we enter the Music Room. In the room, our heroes find an invisible ghost playing a Rachmaninoff-style arrangement of Grim Grinning Ghosts on the piano. The ghost's shadow can be seen cast upon the floor, while a storm brews outside.

Moe: (listening to the haunting music) Hey, Larry, can you play the piano like that when you're not even there?

Larry: (swallows hard) Moe, that's not funny. I think we should get out of here before the ghosts get… ghosty.

Curly: (clapping along) Bravo! Encore! (He accidentally hits Moe's hand, causing Moe to yelp in pain)

Moe: Knock it off, Knucklehead!

The Ghost Host (offscreen): They have all retired here, to the Haunted Mansion. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here. But there’s room for 1,000. Any volunteers?

Moe: (grinning) You know what that means, don't ya?

Larry: (swallows hard) N-n-no, Moe, what does it mean?

Moe: (chuckles) It means we're the newest members of the ghostly neighborhood watch!

Curly: (laughs) Oooh, we're ghostbusters now!

Next, we enter the main stairwell of the Mansion. Here in this M.C. Escher-like void the stairs go right-side up, upside-down, sideways, slantways, longways, back ways, front ways, square ways, and any other ways that you can think of. It is on these steps we see the ectoplasmic footprints of the Mansion's ghostly residents.

Moe: (looks around, bewildered) What kind of architect was on a hallucinogen when they designed this place?

Larry: (nervous) Moe, I don't think we're supposed to walk on these stairs. They're… they're floating!

Moe: (irritated) We're in a Doom Buggy, Of course were not supposed to walk on those stairs, nitwit!

Curly: (bounces in his seat) Can we slide down the banister, Moe? It looks like a ghostly rollercoaster!

Moe: (rolls eyes) If you two don't stop acting like you've never seen stairs before, I'll show you how to float like a ghost with a good smack upside the head. Now, keep it together. We're just getting started.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Well, if you should decide to join us, final arrangements may be made at the end of the tour. A charming "ghostess" will be on hand to take your application.

In the blackness, glowing, blinking eyes transform into the pattern on the wallpaper.

Moe: (swatting at the wallpaper) Quit playing games with us, you wall-eyed wallpaper!

Larry: (stutters) Moe, I think those are just… decorations.

Curly: (squinting) Moe, maybe the ghosts are playing peek-a-boo.

Moe: (sarcastically) Peek-a-boo, huh? That's original.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills.

They pass a second floor passageway that seems to go on forever, lined with doors. A lone candelabra floats in midair halfway down it. Flanking the hallway entrance are a subtly-moving Suit of Armour and an armchair designed to have a "face."

Moe: (eyes wide) Now, that's what I call a floating candelabra with style! (swipes at it with his hat) Look at it go, will ya?

Larry: (swallows hard, staring at the Suit of Armor) Moe, do you see that knight? It's… it's moving!

Moe: (rolls eyes) Sure, Larry. It's probably just doing the cha-cha.

Curly: (pointing at the armchair) Moe, look! That chair is smiling at me! And it's got teeth! (Curly screams and ducks under the safety bar.)

Moe: (slaps Larry and Curly) Will you two knock it off? It's just a chair. Now sit up, or I'll make you walk the plank in this ghostly gala.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Shhh, listen!

A keening sounding like a banshee is heard.

Larry: (swallows hard) Moe, what was that noise? It sounded like… a banshee!

Moe: (nervously) A banshee? Oh, that's just the… the… the ghostly AC unit. It's a little out of whack, that's all.

Curly: (shaking) Moe, I don't think it's supposed to sound like that.

They ride past an alcove-like conservatory, the space choked with decaying and overgrown plants and vegetation. Outside the huge glass walls is a misty landscape, with only the gnarled limbs of leafless trees visible in the gloom.

Moe: (swallows hard, trying to keep his cool) Alright, you two, we're just passing through some fancy ghost's jungle gym. Nothing to worry about.

Larry: (sweating) Moe, I think we've got company.

Curly: (whispers) What's that, Larry? A ghostly petting zoo? Can we feed 'em ghost peanuts?

A raven perches on top of a stand with a withered funeral wreath, and in the center of the chamber is a coffin whose occupant is trying to get out - skeletal hands attempt to push the lid open saying "Let me out! Let me outta here!", which based on the nails sticking through the wood was meant to stay sealed.

Moe: (swallows hard) Larry, what do you think is in that coffin?

Larry: (stutters) I-I dunno, Moe. But it sounds like someone's not having a good time.

Curly: (peeks over the side of the Doom Buggy) Maybe it's just a ghost playing hide and seek with us! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Moe: (swipes at Larry and Curly) Keep your heads in here, you two. And remember, no feeding the dead things.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): All our ghosts have been dying to meet you. This one can hardly contain himself. Unfortunately, they all seem to have trouble getting through.

The Stooge's Doom Buggy is then carried backward down an ominous corridor, a series of doors on either side of the car. Growls, screams, maniacal laughter and pleading voices emanate from behind them, as if something is trying to get out. Doors bend, as if they are breathing, knockers clack and rattle, and the walls are adorned with some "family portraits" of corpses.

Moe: (swallows hard) Well, well, well. It seems the ghosts are throwing us a surprise party. How thoughtful.

Larry: (stutters) M-M-Moe, I don't think it's a party. Sounds more like a… a…

Curly: (interrupts) A ghostly hoedown? Can we join in, Larry? I know some spooky dance moves!

Moe: (rolls eyes) Will you two pipe down? It's just the mansion saying hello. (pauses as the doors around them begin to breathe) Okay, maybe it's saying hello in a very creepy way.

At the end of the hall lies a grandfather clock, with its arms spinning wildly backwards and the clock striking 13. A shadow of a clawed hand passes over the face of the clock.

Moe: (swallows hard) Well, look at the time. It's… it's…

Larry: (nervously) It's… 13 o'clock, Moe.

Curly: (innocently) Time for a ghostly tea party? Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Moe: (sternly) I'm gonna moida you if you don't shut up!

We next enter the shadowy Séance Circle. The buggies travel in a circle facing a large table and high-backed chair in the center of the room (a raven perches on the back of the chair). Above this table floats a crystal ball containing the spirit of Madame Leota, chanting incantations that summon the spirits to appear.

Madam Leota: "Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat, call in the spirits, wherever they’re at!

Moe: (swallows hard, staring at the floating crystal ball) Well, well, well. It's the ghostly fortune teller. What does she see in her crystal ball, Larry?

Larry: (swallows hard) I-I dunno, Moe. But I don't think it's winning lottery numbers.

Curly: (peers into the crystal ball) Can I see, Moe? Maybe she'll tell me where all my lost marbles are.

Moe: (swipes at Curly) Will you keep your mitts out of there?

Madam Leota: Rap on a table — it’s time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond…Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with your tambourine! Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond, let there be music from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me… I’ll see you all a little later."

Next, we travel along a balcony overlooking the hall. A major party is underway as a multitude of transparent spirits engage in all sorts of revelry. A long dining table covered with decayed floral arrangements and dusty silverware plays host to a birthday feast, and whenever the orange-haired birthday ghost blows out the candles on a birthday cake at the head of the table, the other ghosts seated there vanish, only to reappear when the candles light again; nearby, an old woman disappears and reappears in a rocking chair. Several haunts drift into the hall from a hearse parked in a doorway, while cloaked wraith-like phantoms fly in through the broken windows from a stormy night outside. While a number of ghosts - including the notorious Pickwick - gadabout on the chandeliers above the room, a pair of duelists emerge from their respective paintings on the far wall and take shots at each other, forever reenacting their age-old feud. The open floor whirls with waltzing couples as a ghastly organist plays Grim Grinning Ghosts on a pipe organ, where tiny spirits emerge from the pipes.

Moe: (whistles) Would you look at this shindig! They're throwing us a surprise party after all.

Larry: (swallows nervously) Moe, I don't think they're here for us. It's their party, not ours.

Curly: (clapping) Can we join, Moe? I know how to waltz like nobody's business!

Moe: (chuckles) Sure, Curly. Just don't trip over any ghostly toes, or they'll think you're trying to cut in line for the punch bowl. (swipes at a floating hors d'oeuvre) And Larry, don't go sneaking food. They might not take kindly to party crashers.

Larry: (swallows hard) Moe, I'm not here for the food. But look, those duelists! They're shooting at each other!

Moe: (unimpressed) Oh, please. They couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. They've probably been doing this so long they forgot how to miss.

Curly: (laughs nervously) And what about the lady in the rocking chair, Moe? She keeps disappearing!

Moe: (rolls eyes) It's just a ghostly magic trick. She's probably just playing hide and seek with the furniture. Now, let's not interrupt their festivities. We've got a whole mansion to explore.

Leaving the Grand Hall, we ride through a dark, dusty and cluttered attic, where the sound of a beating heart and a sinister piano rendition of "The Wedding March" can be heard. Among the brick-a-brac are several pieces of wedding paraphernalia and decor, and five different marriage paintings, depicting the same bride but with a different groom in each. As guests watch, the heads of each of the grooms disappear, only to reappear moments later.

Larry: (swallows hard) Do you think they're playing hide and seek with their heads?

Curly: (nervously) I don't know, Larry, but it sure looks like it. Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk! (swipes at one of the floating heads, causing it to disappear and reappear in another painting)

Moe: (swats Curly's hand away) Cut it out, Curly! If you mess with those paintings, you're going to give me a real headache.

Larry: (pointing) Moe, look at the pianist! He's… he's not even touching the piano!

Moe: (rolls eyes) It's a ghost playing, Larry. They've got their own set of rules. Maybe they use ghostly sheet music. Now, keep your paws to yourself and let's keep moving.

After passing the source of the music, a broken-down piano with an invisible pianist (only a shadow of a man cast on the wall and keys), we come face-to-face with the ghost of the bride, Constance Hatchaway.

Constance Hatchaway: In sickness and in… wealth. You may now kiss the bride. We’ll live happily ever after. Till death do us part. Here comes the bride. As long as we both shall live. For better or for… worse. I do. I did.

She laughs while, periodically, a spectral hatchet appears in her hands.

Moe: (quickly) Alright, you two, we're making a break for it! (shoves Larry and Curly towards the window)

Larry: (stutters) But Moe, that's a long way down! And it's… it's… dark outside!

Curly: (nervously) Can we slide down the bannister again? It was so much fun!

Moe: (exasperated) If you don't move, I'll make you fly like a ghost! (pushes them both through the open window)

Following leaving the Attic window, the Doombuggies move down the balcony outside the house and down a flight of stairs backwards. A raven caws at guests from a tree branch. The shapes of rising spirits can be seen everywhere.

Moe: (swallows hard, pushing Larry and Curly) Let's get going before that bird decides to join us for a midnight snack!

Larry: (stutters) S-s-snack? Moe, I don't think it's after us. It's just a bird.

Curly: (laughs nervously) Maybe it's trying to say "hello" in ghost-bird language! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Moe: (rolls eyes) Sure, Larry. Just keep telling yourself that. It's probably practicing for its role in the "Raven's Revenge" play.

They continue moving backwards down the stairs, with the ghostly shapes growing denser as they descend.

Moe: (whispers) And don't trip, you two. We don't need a real-life slapstick show.

Larry: (swallows nervously) I-I'll try not to, Moe.

Curly: (whispers) But what if we do trip? Will we bump into the ghosts?

Moe: (swipes at Curly) Only if they're looking for a good laugh, you ninny. Now, keep it together!

Upon reaching the ground, the graveyard Caretaker can be seen with his dog, the two of them utterly petrified by the sight before them. Music is all around, while playful spooks pop-up from behind their tombstones. To the left, a group of five phantoms play a flute, a horn, a bagpipe, a harp, and pound on a tombstone to create an unearthly vibe. A King and Queen balance on a see-saw while a Duchess swings from a tree branch while she drinks a cup of tea. In the very back a skeletal wolf is seen howling at the moon.

Larry: (whispers) Looks like the ghosts are playing a symphony of spooks!

Moe: (whispers back) More like a garage band from the other side. They're just trying to keep the party alive.

Curly: (excitedly) Maybe they need a drummer! (starts to play on the tombstones with his fingers) Boom, boom, tish!

Moe: (swipes at Curly's hand) Quiet down!

On the other side of the path, five Singing Busts come into view, bearing very vividly lit, expressive faces as they sing:

♪ When the crypt doors creak ♪

♪ And the tombstones quake ♪

♪ Spooks come out for a singing wake ♪

♪ Happy haunts materialize ♪

♪ And begin to vocalize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪

♪ Now don't close your eyes ♪

♪ And don't try to hide ♪

♪ Or a silly spook may sit by your side ♪

♪ Shrouded in a daft disguise ♪

♪ They pretend to terrorize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪

♪ As the moon climbs high o'er dead oak tree ♪

♪ Spooks arrive for the midnight spree ♪

♪ Creepy creeps with eerie eyes ♪

♪ Start to shriek and harmonize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out socialize ♪

♪ When you hear the knell of a requiem bell ♪

♪ Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell ♪

♪ Restles bones etherealize ♪

♪ Rise as spooks of every size ♪

Other ghosts materialize, gathering around a hearse and drinking tea. A Mummy sits in his sarcophagus, trying to make contact with an elderly spirit who is just too deaf to understand him. Two "Phantoms of the Opera" blast their ghostly voices into the night. A Beheaded Knight, his Executioner, and his Prisoner all sing as a trio, while the poor ghost behind them tombs himself up. Our hero's Doom buggy enters the Mausoleum at the end of the Graveyard sequence where they are immediately "greeted" by the Raven who caws at guests while perching on the door to the Mausoleum.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Ah, there you are! And just in time… there’s a little matter I forgot to mention.

Larry (nervous): What's that?

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Beware of Hitchhiking Ghosts!

Moe, Larry and Curly: Hitchhiking Ghosts?!

They pass by three hitchhiking spirits; a Traveler, a Skeleton and a Prisoner.

Doom Buggy passes by a wall of mirrors showing that the Hitchhikers are sitting in the vehicle along with the Stooges.

Larry: (swiveling around, flailing his arms) Moe! Look out! The ghosts are in our doom buggy!

Curly: (swings wildly at the ghosts) I'll get 'em! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!

Moe: (ducks to avoid Larry's flailing) Will you two knock it off? You're gonna make me drive us into a wall!

Larry: (swats at a ghostly arm) Gotcha!

Moe: (screams as Larry's hand hits him) Hey! What the…? (realizes Larry's mistake) Larry, you dolt! That was my arm, not a ghost!

Curly: (laughs nervously) Whoops! Sorry, Larry. I guess we're all a little jumpy tonight.

Moe: (massaging his arm) You bet we are. Now, keep your hands to yourself unless you want to be the next one to vanish.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have selected you to fill our quota, and they’ll haunt you until you return!"

A very small being only around the size of a doll. She wears a white satin dress with a long, non-transparent hood, often mistaken for a veil, of the same material. She has visible long blue hair and glowing pale blue skin. stands atop the ledge of the crypt holding a bouquet of dead flowers. She is Little Leota, the Ghostess.

Little Leota: “Hurry back. Hurry back. Be sure to bring your death certificate, if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now! We've been dying… to have you…".

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!"

The safety bar is risen and the Stooges disembarks the Doom Buggy. As they run screaming for the exit, we hear the ghosts sing this following passage:

♪ If you would like to join our jamboree ♪

♪ There's a simple rule that's compulsory ♪

♪ Mortals pay a token fee ♪

♪ Rest in peace, the haunting's free ♪

♪ So hurry back, we would like your company ♪

[goldenteaset]

Imagine Cammy and Belial carving Jack'o'lanterns together

=v= Aww, cute! Thanks anon~.

Cammy would have a bit of trouble doing the carving (pumpkin goop getting on her glasses means she has to go slow), so she could paint on the designs first for Belial to cut! Assuming they have one pumpkin each, Cammy would probably want "just" an owl, and Belial would probably go for a real viscerally creepy face. The sort of thing you wouldn't want to see on the Headless Horseman or on someone's porch when it's pitch black out, in other words. XD

Cammy: ...Well, I-I guess it's okay? They're meant to be scary.

Belial: Mm-hmm. And your owl will be a welcome sight after ol' nasty mug here. *adds yet another narrowed eye to his jack o' lantern*

When it comes to "what to do with the insides", that's always hard to figure out in my experience. The seeds are pretty good salted and cooked, but the inner goo...hmm. Well, Belial could make it into a pumpkin pie after getting the tough, stringy bits out--but to be blunt, he'd also use those same bits for a prank, too. ^^;

I've been having writer's block again, but this made me feel better!

[thabet-design-shop]

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