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A Double Dillema! (Pokemon: Advanced Challenge)

### Story Summary

Wiiteen meets up with Segaboy and they get into a bit of an argument until Cypher stops both of them. He suggests they do a review together. Unfortunately, they can't stand each other so Cypher opens up a portal to Wiiteen's world and he goes back there, only to realize that several months have passed.

### Thoughts on the Episode

Wiiteen criticizes the episode on being too boring at some parts and too loud and annoying in others. This episode also proves that this show can get incredibly redundant with its plot lines.

### My Personal Thoughts

This is the first episode of the show's revival after being put on hold again for another couple of months.
Natural Angelfish

**Release:** Fall 2014 - R3: Travel By Sea

**Print Theme:** Nautical, Animals, Fish

**Colors:**

\*NOTE: Complimentary Colors include colors used to accent the original print in certain items such as Swing Dresses, Stroller Blankets, etc.

**Styles:**

Applique Coverall

Long Sleeve Applique Puff Tee

Print Footie

Print Knot Hat

Print Long Sleeve One Piece

Print Long Sleeve Swing Dress

Print Ruffle Knot Hat

Ruffle Kimono Newborn Gift Set

Ruffle Layette Sleep Sack

Swaddling Blanket

Underwear
Brick

## Brick

**First Appearance:**

Fall 2014 - R2: Famliy Winter Holiday

**Releases:**

Fall 2014 - R2: Famliy Winter Holiday

**Prints:**

Boy Bobsled Stripe

Brick Polar Bear

Brick Snow Bird

Brick Snowflake

Brick Winter Warmth

Girl Bobsled Stripe

Glacier Ice Skates

Glacier Penguin

Lotus Gingerbread

Lotus Snow Bird

Moss Lights

Natural Lights

Natural Poinsettia

Natural Presents

Natural Snowflake

Twilight Polar Bear

Winter Rose Penguin

Winter Rose Polar Bear

Winter Rose Presents
Midnight Pups

**Release:** Fall 2014 - R1: Family and Home

**Print Theme:** Animals

**Colors:**

\*NOTE: Complimentary Colors include colors used to accent the original print in certain items such as Swing Dresses, Stroller Blankets, etc.

**Styles:**

Applique Coverall

Long Sleeve Applique Tee

Print Coverall

Print Footie

Print Layette Gown Converter & Knot Hat Set

Print Long Sleeve Double Layer Polo

Swaddling Blanket

Training Pant
Spring 2015 - R3: Beach Bound

## Spring 2015 Release Three: Beach Bound

The Sun is out and the beach beckons! Come check out our Beach Bound Collection! Spend time together with sandy butts and beach umbrellas, make a sand castle and play with a beach ball! Join us at the beach and enjoy these fun filled days of hearing the ocean's roar and feeling the warm sand between our toes!- Kickee Pants Clothing Tag

**Release Date:** April 15, 2015

**Theme:** Beach Bound

**Notable Information:**

## Styles

* Print Boy Shorts
* Print Double Knot Hat
* Print Footie
* Print Layette Gown Converter & Knot Hat Set
* Print Short Sleeve One Piece
Girl Farm Stripe

**Release:** Fall 2013 Release One

**Print Theme:** Stripe

**Colors:**

\*NOTE: Complimentary Colors include colors used to accent the original print in certain items such as Swing Dresses, Stroller Blankets, etc.

**Styles:**

Bibs

Print Girl Tights

Print Long Sleeve One Piece

Print Long Sleeve One Tee - Mama

Print Long Sleeve Pajama Set

Print Long Sleeve Swing Dress

Print Ruffle Coverall

Print Ruffle Leggings

Print Ruffle Stroller Blanket

Socks

Swaddling Blanket
Fall 2013 Release Two

## Fall 2013 Release Two

**Release Date:** August 15, 2013

**Theme:** Farm Prints; Inspired by Summertime on the Farm

**Notable Information:**

## Styles

* Style One
	+ Print One
	+ Print Two
	+ Print Three
* Style Two
	+ Print One
	+ Print Two
	+ Print Three
* Style Three
	+ Print One
	+ Print Two
	+ Print Three
* Style Four
	+ Print One
	+ Print Two
	+ Print Three
* Style Five
	+ Print One
	+ Print Two
	+ Print Three
* Style Six
	+ Print One
	+ Print Two
	+ Print Three
Twilight Starfish

## Twilight Starfruit

**Release:** Fall 2014 - R3: Travel By Sea

**Print Theme:** Food, Things

**Colors:**

\*NOTE: Complimentary Colors include colors used to accent the original print in certain items such as Swing Dresses, Stroller Blankets, etc.

**Styles:**

Applique Coverall

Long Sleeve Applique Puff Tee

Print Coverall

Print Knot Hat

Print Long Sleeve One Piece

Print Long Sleeve Swing Dress

Print Ruffle Layette Gown Converter & Knot Hat Set

Swaddling Blanket

Training Pant
Natural Snowflake

**Release:** Fall 2014 - R2: Family Winter Holiday

**Print Theme:** Seasonal, Plants and Nature

**Colors:**

\*NOTE: Complimentary Colors include colors used to accent the original print in certain items such as Swing Dresses, Stroller Blankets, etc.

**Styles:**

Newborn Kimono Gift Set

Print Coverall

Print Footie

Print Knot Hat

Print Layette Gown Converter & Knot Hat Set

Print Stroller Blanket

Swaddling Blanket
Natural Sled

**Release:** Fall 2014 - R2: Family Winter Holiday

**Print Theme:** Seasonal, Transportation

**Colors:**

\*NOTE: Complimentary Colors include colors used to accent the original print in certain items such as Swing Dresses, Stroller Blankets, etc.

**Styles:**

Print Footie

Print Layette Gown & Knot Hat Set

Print Long Sleeve One Piece

Print Long Sleeve Polo

Print Long Sleeve Polo Romper

Print Stroller Blanket

Swaddling Blanket
"ROW RIVER TRAIL"

Would you like to take out one of my MORGUE-GAGES, Kiddies?  Or maybe you just want to cash in a few SLAYCHECKS Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.  Well, at my bank here, I'll just open one account, that's about a couple of boys, who find what's at the end of a TERRIFYING-TRAIL!

On a warm August day, back in 1937, two boys walked along a street in the town of Wide River, Georgia.  "Wanna go head into the woods, Jake?" one boy asked the other one.  "Yup, let's go Sam" Jake replied, agreeing with him.  As Sam and Jake headed out of Wide River and into the woods, they sang, "Oh, Susannah!".  The boys walked for two miles in the forest and came to a dirt-path, with a sign reading: "ROW RIVER TRAIL".  They wandered onto it.  When the boys finished the song, Sam proclaimed, "how long do y'all think this here trail is Jake?".  "Let's find out" Jake answered.  The boys heard birds chirping in the trees and saw some going across the trail now and then.  They soon reached the end of Row River Trail and saw a figure of bright-green standing there.  It gazed at them, with huge, white-glowing eyes and its skin was leathery.  Jake and Sam screamed, as the creature screeched in a high-pitch.  The boys returned to Wide River, running into a gang of four bullies.  The gang smoked cigarettes and one of the bullies said to the rest of the gang: "hey, fellas, let's stab these here guys!". The gang chased Sam and Jake back into the woods.  The boys rushed up Row River Trail and stopped, catching their breaths.  The gang of bullies caught up to them, having pocket-knives in their hands.  The creature stepped out from behind Jake and slashed the one bully, with its yellow-claws, right in his face.  Then, the monster attacked him, biting him with its yellow-fangs, gnawing on his cheek.  The boys ran down the trail, hearing screams and waited five minutes, until they saw four skeletons fly and land at their feet.  Jake and Sam took off.

That's a lesson for all you kiddies to never go into the FEAREST without adults heh-heh.  Now, would you like to purchase your very own SCREAM-PARK?  I can give you a nice BANK GROAN for it ha-ha-ha!  Until next ISSUE, Happy Hauntings kiddies!
The Black-Eyed Girls

Greetings, kiddies.  I, CREEPS, have quite a tale for you this SLIME!  It's a CREEPY-CAUTION-SCARY piece, about being careful when answering your door at FRIGHT!

A slight knock was heard on the front door of a bungalow down, in Orlando, Florida, in 1998, late one night.  A man got out of his living room chair, where "The Andy Griffith Show" had come on, on his t.v.  He answered the door.  There were two little girls outside.  One was in a black cloak and hood, with long, brown-hair that was straight.  The other wore a black dress, black tap-dance shoes, white socks up her legs and a white scarf.  She also had long, straight, brown hair.  The girls both had pale-white skin and their eyes were as black as night, without any whites or pupils, just solid-black.  "Hello, sir, may we use your telephone please?" they asked the man in a plain-voice, that was expressionless.  The girl with the scarf, held a blue ball in her hands. "Uh, yes.  Are you okay, dears?" the man answered, asking and looking closely at their blackened-eyes.  "Thank you sir" they replied, plainly.  He let them inside and showed them his phone.  The girl in the cloak and hood, dialed a number and the man picked up his glass of beer in his living-room.  When he looked out into the hall where his phone was, the girls were not there and the phone was hung up.  "Hello?" he said, looking around.  The blue ball the one girl held, rolled out of the man's kitchen and down the hallway to him.  "Alright, please stop playing around kids!" the man called, picking it up and going into his kitchen.  The man found no one in his little kitchen, but heard the giggling of the girls.  He turned around, seeing the black-eyed girls in the corner, standing.  "We needed to call home to our planet.  We are extra-terrestrials sir.  There are many more of us on this Earth, known as The Black-Eyed Children.  Thank you!" they explained to him, in their plain, expressionless-voices.  They glared at him, with their pitch-black eyes and the man passed out of fright.  He woke on his kitchen-floor, finding no trace of the black-eyed girls in his kitchen, nor of the one's blue ball.

I guess the girls were really ON THE BALL, with calling home eh, kiddies?  Ha-Ha!  And talk about EYEING SOMEONE DOWN Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!
Double Rainboom (My Little Pony Fan-Made Episode)

### Story Summary

Wiiteen reviews an infamous MLP:FiM (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) fan-made episode.

### Thoughts on the Episode

Wiiteen comments on the fan-made episode shoving in too many references to other cartoons or internet memes, portraying Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, and the Powerpuff Girls in a very poor manner, and the pacing being slower and more sloppy than in the show. Rainbow Dash only cares about going fast, Twilight Sparkle is way too whiny and focused on science, and the Powerpuff Girls come off as villains. Wiiteen states the episode as one of the worst fan-made episodes he has ever seen. This episode was placed at the number 10 spot on the Top 11 Worst W.H.A Episodes list.

### My Personal Thoughts

Even though the episode was reviewed before, he still did a review of it. He got the idea of reviewing the episode from YouTuber, joshscorcher.
GRINNING-FACE THE CLOWN

Yes, I would like a medium PEPPER-GROAN-NI PIZZA, with the classic CHOPPINGS of DEAD BELL PEPPERS and BUNIONS please!  Thank you ma'am, have a nice SLAY, goodbye.  Oh, hia kiddies.  You caught me FRIGHT in the middle of GORE-DERING some dinner.  But while we wait for it to be delivered, let's take a SHRIEK at our SHIVER-SLICE for tonight...

As it rained up, in Manhattan, New York City, there were people walking all over an airport, back in 1972.  At a turn-style, there was a clown with a a variety of colorful flowers in its orange-gloved-hands.  The clown giggled in a male voice and passed out the flowers to little kids, waving at them and honking his red nose.  "I am Grinning-Face The Clown, kids.  Dance with me!" the clown introduced himself to the kids around him as, and they cheered and clapped for him.  Grinning-Face The Clown danced around in his light-blue suit, making his five yellow pom-poms shake down his front.  The kids laughed at his big green shoes, and his little green top hat was slanted to the right-hand-side of his straight, long, blue hair-covered head.  Grinning-Face had a yellow-colllar on and he did a jive next to the turn-style.  His red-painted-on lips, set into a creepy-smile.  The clown winked at kids with his eyes that had dark-purple painted-diamonds around them that ran down part of his cheeks and up part of his forehead.  During that night, Grinning-Face scurried into a restroom and when his eyes grew completely dark-purple like the painted-diamonds around them, he gawked in a mirror, revealing fangs, as he hissed, being inhuman.

The monster-clown emerged from the restroom and hid in the shadows.  There was a gentleman with a briefcase going through a turn-style and he set something down in a potted-plant and it made a quiet beeping sound then.  Grinning-Face wandered over to it and saw that it was a small bomb.  He retrieved it and ran into the restroom again.  The creature chewed it up with its fangs, deactivating and eating it.  Grinning-Face The Clown found the gentleman who had hid the bomb in the airport and giggled at him.  "Hello, I am Grinning-Face The Clown mister yuk-yuk!" he introduced himself as to the guy.  "I don't care who you are!" the gentleman responded, rudely while drinking a bottle of Bourbon.  Grinning-Face pulled him into the restroom and bit down hard on his cheek with his fangs, hissing.  The gentleman screamed in horror, confusion and pain, as the monster feasted on his skin in a dark spot of the bathroom, insanely laughing and making extremely noises of ripping flesh.  Then, the inhuman-clown left the restroom, fading-out, disappearing in the shadows.  In the restroom, the bomber's dead body was sprawled out across the floor.

   Well, wasn't that guy THE BOMB?  Ha-Ha.  He didn't get on his SCHEDULED FRIGHT in the end, because he was too busy CLOWNING AROUND with Grinning-Face aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Ordering pizza from Dominos comes complete with a HUMAN-NOSE!  Now that's SNOTTY DELIVERY SERVICE hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
Mother's Day

I, your CHEF OF SHIVERS, CREEPS, have COOKED UP another DERANGED-DISH for you.  I've added salt, pepper and PAP-SHRIEK-A to it, and it's already bubbling.  Ha-Ha, I'm calling this MAIN CORPSE...

The sun was setting in the western-sky over the cottage up, in Vermont, back on Mother's Day, 1947.  An older gentleman was looking out the one window, drinking a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey he had.  The grandfather-clock struck and chimed: "7:00p.m." in the living-room where he stood.  He glanced over his shoulder, back at it and grinned.  An older lady came into the living room and said to the older man, "the bouquet of flowers look beautiful out, on Mother's Grave, Terry!".  "Ah, that is great Sandra my dear" Terry responded to her and kissed her on her lips.  "I will go head out there to see them later on" he told his wife.

Later that night, Terry drove out to the cemetery and parked by an oak tree.  He went to a grave with a shovel in his hand and saw a tombstone that read: "MARTHA G. DEEKS May 20th, 1861-April 3rd, 1947" on it.  "Happy Mother's Day Mother-In-Law, I am going to leave your Daughter Sandra and pawn your diamond-ring tomorrow" Terry said, looking at the gravestone, explaining.  He began digging into the grave and finally reached his mother-in-law's coffin.  Terry wiped sweat from his face and forehead, getting the casket open.  There on the finger of the corpse, was a purple diamond-ring and he slowly pried it off, fleeing.  A half hour later, Terry brought two suitcases out, to his car and someone approached him from the street in the dark.  It was the dead corpse of Martha G. Deeks, and Terry gasped in surprised-fright.

The zombie of his mother-in-law had rotting, blueish-skin that became blackened up, at her dead-face, her eyes were a ghastly-white-color, shining in the night.  Her nostrils and insides of her decaying-mouth were also glowing-white like her eyes, and her white hair up in a bun half blackened, blew in the evening-breeze.  "Terry, how dare you even think of leaving my dear sweet Sandra.  Plus on her first Mother's Day without me too.  I have come to stop you from doing this to my sweet Daughter and to retrieve my Wedding Ring you stole" Martha's zombie told him in a distorted-voice.  Terry screamed, getting in his car and speeding off.  But his living-dead mother-in-law in her old, white dress, tore off her rotting-head, throwing it it at his car.  Her zombified-head landed on the hood of the car and Terry screamed, as it cackled, distortedly. Terry had a wreck, going into a tree and sat there, panting.  The zombie of Martha reached him and pulled the door open, getting her ring from his shirt-pocket.  The headless-zombie put it on her finger and reattached her head.  "Here is my Mother's Day gift from you, Terry" she croaked and he screamed, as her rotting-blueish-fingers grasped his neck.  A half hour later, she returned to her grave, carrying a fresh skull in her dead-hands.

   What a HOLI-SLAY that was eh, kiddies?  But the ending did HAVE QUITE A RING TO IT heh-heh!  Terry's Mother-In-Law wanted his skull as a Mother's Day gift for her HEADSTONE aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Natural Wallpaper

**Release:** Fall 2014 - R1: Family and Home

**Print Theme:** Floral

**Colors:**

\*NOTE: Complimentary Colors include colors used to accent the original print in certain items such as Swing Dresses, Stroller Blankets, etc.

**Styles:**

Print Footed Pant with Skirt

Print Girl Tights

Print Kimono HiLo Tee

Print Layette Gown & Knot Hat Set

Print Long Sleeve Diagonal Ruffle One Piece

Print Long Sleeve Diagonal Ruffle Tee

Print Long Sleeve Dress Romper

Print Long Sleeve One Tee - Mama

Print Long Sleeve Puff Tee

Print Long Sleeve Swing Dress

Print Ruffle Coverall

Print Ruffle Footie

Print Ruffle Knot Hat

Ruffle Kimono Newborn Gift Set

Swaddling Blanket

Training Pant
SHADOW-MAN

Greetings once again, BOILS AND GHOULS.  It is I, CREEPS, SLAYING DOCTOR!  My MEDICAL HACKTICE, specializes in medicines such as ADKILL, MOANTRIN and DIE-LENOL ha-ha-ha-ha.  I do hope you all DON'T MIND our little BRAIN EXAM this SHRIEK, about what lurks within the shadows.  I call it...

At Beaver Creek Elementary School in the town of Beaver Creek, Missouri, three boys walked into a cafeteria together back in 1959.  "Let's sit over there Freddy" one boy said to the other one.  "Okay, Harry" Freddy agreed with him, and they took a table, unloading their lunch bags.  They both had an apple, banana, and peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches.  As they ate and drank little bottles of milk together, Harry asked Freddy, "so, wanna go see Shadow-Man?".  "Alright man!" Freddy replied.  The third boy had a bologna sandwich with grapes.  "Shadow-Man has been in this school for years guys!" the third boy said.  "Yeah, ever since it was built back in 1891, Allen" Freddy replied to him.  When they finished eating their lunches and drinking their bottles of milk, Harry, Freddy and Allen crept down to the school-basement.  There were four lightbulbs on down there, and the boys walked close together with Harry leading.

The boys wandered through and around the basement, spying a figure within the shadows.  It was really tall and Freddy froze in terror.  The figure was another shadow, its flesh was black, along with its long coat.  The thing did however, wear a white, silk-collar along with a dark-blue tie.  The creature was bald and without a face.  Harry, Freddy and Allen watched trembling a bit, as the creature came to them.  "Howdy, Shadow-Man, these are my Friends, Allen and Freddy!" Harry introduced them to the monster.  Shadow-Man nodded his head, making high-pitched gurgling-sounds.

The monster shifted forward, causing Freddy and Allen to scream and flee.  Later, the boys went out of school, being caught by four bullies.  "Howdy, geeks, ready for a beatin'?" one asked the boys.  "No Ed, come on man please don't!" they begged.  Ed and the others punched the boys all over, leaving on the ground with black eyes.  "Shadow-Man, I call on you to go after those guys please!" Harry chanted three times in a row, as they helped each other up.  The bullies went passed the school, seeing the basement-window open.  "Let's check it out guys" Ed said and they went in.  They heard water dripping close by and stayed together, walking around.  One bully was pulled to the side by something and screamed.  "Kevin, where are ya man?" another bully called.  No response.  They got to the stairs and two bullies were yanked into the dark.  Ed turned in the lights, then began running upstairs.  Shadow-Man creeped into the lights, reached up, pulling Ed down by his ankle.  Ed screamed, was pulled down, and the monster gurgled, backed into the darkness, taking Ed into it too.

Ed sure got PULLED INTO THAT DILEMA eh, Kiddies?  He shouldn't have taken the SCARES ha-ha-ha-ha.  By the way, my doctor's bill for you all won't be much, just a SEVERED-ARM AND SEVERED-LEG is all hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
THE YELLOW SPONGE-MAN

Hello kiddies.  I'm going to the beach for some RE-HACK-ZATION by the GORE-LINE!  But here's a story that I hope y'all all just SOAK-UP...

A small beachside-restaurant down in northeast-Florida, stood in the sand, during 1964.  A wooden-plank up, above the door read: "SHELLEY'S SEAFOOD SHACK" in big black letters.  A man walked by and noticed it.  As he got a closer look, the windows were smashed. He opened the old creaky door and was startled when two seagulls flew out of the place, squawking.  He went into the darkness inside.  Glasses, cups, half-full bottles of Jack Daniel's Whiskey and plates were on the counter, covered in immense dust and cobwebs.  Old lobster and oyster shells were on the plates.  The man turned on a flashlight he had with him.

As he made it back to the two kitchen-doors by the counter, he heard a quiet shuffling of feet inside the kitchen.  He slowly opened one door and walked in.  "Hello?" the man called out.  The kitchen was all dark, except for one swinging-lightbulb and cord near the back.  Standing down under the lightbulb and cord, was what looked like a yellow sponge-man. He was only about two feet tall and wore a white cooks uniform.  The creature had gleaming-white eyes, which glowed away and a creepy toothy-grin with fangs. It turned from a rusted old stove and glared directly at the man.  The yellow sponge-man spoke to the man in a psychotic, chipmunk-voice: "I'm out of seafood, but I will make a human-burger out of your fresh corpse to add to this hamburger!".  The monster began maniacally laughing, holding out a green, slime-oozing burger in its clawed-hands.  The man screamed as the monster started approaching him.  He ran out of the abandoned-restaurant in terror.

Talk about STOPPING FOR A FRIGHT TO EAT eh, Kiddies?  Hee-Hee!  That creature sure had that guy's meal cooked in NO SLIME Ha-Ha!
"Can You Dig It?"

Hello boys and girls.  I just am mailing a HACKAGE off to the local GHOST OFFICE today!  I sure hope they like the two human skulls in here, when they receive their OVERFRIGHT DELIVERY heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!  Speaking of mail, I received a letter GHOST-MARKED to you.  It's about the son of a rich old man, who is about to get a BONE-US in his father's Will...

Up, in southeastern-Maine, there was an old manor that stood in the night of the late-Winter of 1944.  Inside, a young man passed the window of the second-floor parlor.  "Father, might we go over the terms of your Will please?" the young man inquired of an old man, who sat in a wheelchair, by the parlor's glowing-fireplace.  "Yes, Benjamin we can" the young man's father replied, as he drank a glass of wine.

"Alright then.  According to your Will, you are giving me your Son, $5000.00 and you are giving Patricia my Sister, your entire mansion here!" Benjamin explained to his father, sitting down in a chair on one end of the room.  "Yes, she has a strapping Husband and I feel they need a bigger home, if they have a family" Benjamin's father replied, explaining.  "Well, that's just lovely then.  Good thing I poisoned your wine there!" Benjamin said, revealing.  Benjamin's father shocked, quickly grabbed his empty wineglass and screamed.  He writhed, until he was dead a few moments later.  Six years later, Benjamin smoked a cigar outside of his father's manor, in the early-evening of Spring.  He walked inside, hearing the doorbell ring, a few moments later.  Answering it, he saw a young lady.  "Patricia, what do you want?" Benjamin asked.  "Hello, Ben, please can we talk about sharing Dad's mansion, since we have five children now?" Patricia asked.

"My answer is no still.  Remember, I burned your section of Father's Will and he was going to pay a notary to make a copy of it, but he died before he could" he replied, rudely.  Benjamin stepped back outside and wandered up, to the cemetery.   He came to a grave, smiling down at it.  "Hello, Father, it's my time of day again to remind  you that I'm enjoying your fortune and your home" he laughed.  In the sounds of birds chirping, a sound of a heaving and pushing was heard.  The soil caved in on itself at the grave and old yellow bones became visible within the hole.  Benjamin's eyes widened, seeing the yellowish-skeleton of his father lift his skull up, out of the dirt.  "Hello Benjamin, Daddy's here!!" the zombie moaned in a distorted-voice.  Benjamin screamed, running and slipped.  The corpse approached him, in its rags, seeming to give an eerie-smile.  "Can you dig it?" the zombie chuckled to Benjamin.  The skeleton got to his son, spilling worms and maggots onto Benjamin's side, from its rotting-jawbone.  As Benjamin screamed, the zombie's lower-jawbone broke off, hitting his face and the corpse took an old shovel and beat his skull in with it, until he was dead.

Benjamin's father sure gave him his IN-SCARE-RITANCE eh, Kiddies?  I mean the old dead man really had to RANT AND GRAVE about the HOLE THING Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.
The Antique Store

Well, hi Kiddies.  You all caught me in the middle of loading my HACK-PACK for some fun FRIGHT-WATER RAFTING THIS SHRIEKEND heh-heh.  I packed my DEATH-JACKET just in case we row into some DIE-TIDE!  Oh, but don't worry, I will leave you all with this EERIE-ETCHING, I'm calling...

It was a rainy day out back in 1951, in Cleveland, Ohio, where a girl walked into an antique store with a young lady.  They wandered around the place, and the small girl spied a big clown-doll seated in an old rocking-chair in the corner.  The clown doll had: blue hair, complete-black eyes, a blue-painted-on nose, a blue-painted-on smile, and black-pointed-eyebrows.  The girl looked at it, going into a hypnotic trance.

"Francine, would you like anything from here also, Sweetie?" the young lady asked her.  Francine snapped out of her trance and replied: "yes Mama please".  "What would you like then?" her mother asked her, with a smile.  "I would like that clown-doll over there please, Mama" Francine answered, pointing to it.  "Oh, that is quite cute.  Sure" Francine's mother said, seeing it.  Young Francine noticed the thing bounce in the rocking-chair in its black and white-striped clown-suit and large-black-clown-shoes.

That evening, Francine was upstairs in a home, in her bedroom, holding the clown doll, laying in bed.  It was raining outside and she put the doll down, got out of bed, leaving the room.  The clown-doll sat up, being alive, giggling in a chipmunk-voice.  Francine returned to her bedroom, and she found her window opened.  Two bullies came out of her closet and one held her mouth tight, while the other closed the door.  "Hey, Francine, we're gonna beat ya up!" the bully who had ahold of her told her.  The other bully drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, and got ready to hit Francine in her stomach.  The clown-doll laughed maniacally, as it ran to the bully with the booze, and stabbed him in the leg with a sharpened-knife.  The bully dropped the bottle, smashing and spilling it, screaming in pain.

There was a quick flash of lightning outside, causing the light in Francine's room to go out.  Laughing insanely, the doll attacked the bully, causing him to fall to the floor.  It stabbed him over and over in the chest, killing him.  The other bully let go of Francine's mouth, screamed and rushed to the open-window.  The living-clown doll jumped on his back, stabbing his neck and killing him too, all while laughing insanely in its chipmunk-voice.  The light in the room came back on suddenly and the doll was mysteriously gone.  One year later, Francine walked by the antique store with her mother.  She stopped, seeing the clown doll in the window, rocking in the old rocking-chair.  It turned its head and stared directly at her.

That doll wasn't CLOWNING AROUND after all eh, boys and girls?  To the one bully, it ended up being a REAL PAIN IN THE NECK ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
HORSING AROUND

Heh-Heh-Heh, welcome again Kiddies back to my CASTLE!  I, CREEPS, have FRIGHT A DISMEMBERED EAR FOR MUSIC hee-hee.  Yes, one of my ALL-SLIME favorite songs is SURFER GHOUL BY THE LEECH BOYS!  I like it even though it's a BLOODY SHAME that it SUCKED...LITERALLY heh-heh.  Another favorite of mine, is this little TERRIFYING-TUNE about a boy and a horse called...

A young boy was fishing in a river down in southeastern-Louisiana.  It was a summer day back in 1901, and the boy sang, "Jimmy Crack Corn", silently under his breath.  He stood there with his fishing-line in the water, as the sounds of birds chirped all around the wilderness.  Then, the kid heard the sound of a horse give a high-whinny.  The boy stopped singing and noticed a horse was indeed on the other side of the river across from him.

The animal was black and it stood on the riverbank, looking over at the boy.  "Howdy over there!" the boy called to the steed.  The horse's eyes shined-white and bright, and the boy became hypnotized by its stare.  The boy splashed through the river, going over to it.  The horse gave a high-pitched neigh, as the kid started petting its black-hair.  The animal had reins of white on it and suddenly, its teeth were red fangs, dripping and oozing a red slime.  The boy snapped out of it and heard its whinnies and neighs turn to deep, deep-roars.

The black horse became rotted and horns of dark-red pierced through the sides of its head behind its ears.  The boy screamed at the sight of the horse-like monster and ran through the water, slipping on rocks in the river.  As he fell splashing, he heard the other splashing of the monster, accompanied with its roars.  As the boy tried getting up, the beast bit his arm, stabbing and jabbing his flesh with its fangs, roaring wildly.  The boy screamed, standing up and trying to free his arm.  His arm was covered with the slime from the creature and he fell sideways into the water, hearing it roar, louder.

Then, the boy woke to night, as he sat up, against a tree by the river with his fishing-hook still in the water.  He examined his arm and saw globs of slime still covering sections of it.  He gazed at the calm-water, and then saw hoof-prints in the dirt, as the moonlight shined down on them.  They stopped at the river's edge.  From somewhere across the river, the boy heard the roar of the monster and fled.

That boy sure was UP A SHRIEK WITHOUT A PADDLE, right BOILS AND GHOULS?  Ha-Ha.  That horse wanted to NEIGH AND SLAY HIM INSTEED hee-hee-hee-hee.
Mason's Ghost

Greetings Kiddies, I, CREEPS, am just applying some ANTI-ITCH SCREAM to my UPPER-HACK!  This spot from the bugs in my CASTLE here sure BITES.  But I have a lot of SKIN-SCARE PRODUCTS to do the trick!  But BILE I mean while I DEAD-ICATE myself here, take a SHRIEK-PEEK at this DOSE OF DERANGED DRUGS called...

A gentleman's voice called out: "Madeleine!" from a bedroom inside a mansion over in western-France, back in Autumn, 1889.  A lady walked into the bedroom to a gentleman laying in bed.  "Yes, Brother Mason?" she inquired of him.  "Sister, would you please bring me my dinner?" Mason answered.  "Yes Mason" Madeleine said and left the room.  Moments later, she returned with a platter with a silver-covering on top of it.  "Ah, thank you, Madeleine" Mason thanked her.  Madeleine snick silently back into her brother's bedroom three hours later, and as he snored sound asleep, she stuck the shadowy-blade of a knife into his throat, killing Mason.  "Now, Mother and Father's inheritance will belong to me, Mason finally" Madeleine cackled to her brother's corpse.

Madeleine sipped tea in the parlor of the mansion, as the undertaker took Mason's body out of his bedroom.  She stood staring colding out the window.  Madeleine went to her brother's bedroom and looked at a wheelchair by his bed.  "I shall no longer have to aid you Mason my Brother on account of your handicap!" she quietly muttered.  Madeleine drank the rest of her tea and as she walked out of the room, the wheelchair moved, following her.  Madeleine could see the shadow of Mason on a parlor-wall just then and gasped in fear.  "Good evening, Sister, so you wished to cause me my demise to have this place to yourself that Father bought when we moved here from England eh?" Mason's voice chimed at her from his shadow.  His silhouette on the wall transformed into a ghostly-image of him.  Mason's ghost had: dead tan skin his right-eye was missing leaving a huge eye-socket, his other eye wildly darted around, and his ghostly-mouth was torn like that of a Jack-o-lantern's.

Mason's spirit came to Madeleine in a sort of floating sway with his ghostly-blonde-hair long and blowing in no wind.  He seemed to be dressed in a deep-blue robe with a rose attached to it by his ghostly-chest.  A rose-red night-gown was underneath the robe.  "Mason, it cannot be you!!" Madeleine gasped at his phantom.  The wheelchair ran into her from behind and she was forced to sit down in it, causing her to scream.  As Madeleine tried to get up, she couldn't.  The phantom of Mason had ghostly-hands of transparent-bones and clutched his sister by her head.  Within the dark, he pulled and yanked her shadowy-head, with disgusting noises of cracking and breaking.  Madeleine screamed as her shadowy-head came loose, as the ghost of Mason laughed, "well, at least I got ahead of you this time, Madeleine!!".

Hee-Hee, well, Mason sure GOT INTO THE SPIRIT and like he told his Sister Madeleine, finally GOT A-HEAD OF HER...HER HEAD THAT IS!  He even frightened her with his WHEELSCARE aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
THE MILK-MAN

Welcome FIENDS to EERIE-ISSUE FORTY-ONE OF CREEPS CASTLE, with me, CREEPS OF CORPSE heh-heh-heh.  Now that you're FEAR, let me just FINGER THROUGH WITH A SEVERED HUMAN-FINGER my FRIGHTENING-FILE OF FABLES hee-hee!  Ah, this one's about the OLD SLAYS of when the milk-man WALKED from GORE TO GORE ha-ha...

Down in Georgia, a boy was sitting on the swing on his front porch, one morning in May, 1952.  He played: Oh, Susannah! on his harmonica and watched the milk-man approach his home.  The milk-man kept his head down and his hat over part of his face except for his nose and mouth.  "Howdy and good mornin' there, William" the milk-man said to the boy, handing him three bottles of milk from his container.  "Howdy and good mornin' to you sir.  Y'all have a long walk today?" William wondered, asking the milk-man.  "Oh, yes m'boy.  A pretty long one.  Y'all have a nice day son" he answered, smiling and walked on.  "Say, thanks, you too sir" William called to him.

That evening, William was downstairs in his bedroom, glancing out his open-window, when he noticed the milk-man returning to his front porch, where the empty milk bottles sat.  The milk-man removed his white, black-rimmed-cap and a look of shock crossed William's face.  He jumped into his bed and sunk his head into his pillow, gasping and frightened.  The next morning, William found three bottles of milk on his porch, but the milk was a green-color.  He gathered it up and brought the milk into the kitchen, where a man drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, sitting at the table.

"What in tarnation is wrong with that milk William m'boy?" the man asked.  "I don't know Pap.  There is something wrong with the milk-man though.  I saw him come last night" he explained to his dad.  William's dad poured some of the green milk into a glass and it was slimy.  "Disgustin', I will talk with him now" William's dad said and took off out the front door.  He spotted the milk-man walking up the neighborhood in his white uniform and black bow tie.  He caught up with him.  "Pardon me sir I--" he proclaimed, and stopped speaking and walking, seeing the milk-man turn around.  He removed his cap and his face was that of a monster's.  The milk-man's right eye was huge with a weird-shaped pupil, his left eye small and sunken-in, deep into the socket.

He was bald and his nose was way long and pointy.  His teeth were sharpened, jagged and pointy.  "Yes, how may I help y'all sir?" the gray-skinned monster asked with a growl.

Ha-Ha-Ha, that monster just MILKED IT in the end eh, kiddies?  Both William and his dad SCREAMED to HAVE A COW when they saw what the old milk-man looked like.  Oh well, the milk-man knew he had to FACE IT sooner or later aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
"MIRROR MAZE!"

Ha-Ha-Ha, hello there kids.  I was just SPEWING my SLAY-VORITE movie of all SLIME: HAPPY KILLMORE hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.  Adam Sandler really gets on the BALL in this film and I just love THE GOLF CORPSE!  As he is about to CLUB SOME-BODY, view this SHRIEK'S TALE, that will give you all something to really REFLECT ON I call...

It was in a theme park where three teenage boys ran to a funhouse in France, in the June of 1960 one day.  "Wanna go inside Jacque?" one boy asked another.  "Sure, Andre, it is just a maze of mirrors after all" Jacque replied to him.  "Yes, let's go fellas.  It's a good place to hide from those cops who caught us stealing that old lady's purse at the entrance" the third boy stated and he, Jacque and Andre went inside the funhouse which read: "MIRROR MAZE!" in blue-French-words above the door.  The teenagers were walking through a glistening, bright-maze of reflections zig-zagging all over.  "Wow, ze mirrors in here are indeed bright and extremely shiny, Edgar" Jacque spoke to the third teenager.  At one corner, there was what appeared to be a clown standing inside one of the mirrors.

It had: multicolored hair, a suit vertically half black and half white, with a white sleeve with red slime on it where the black was and a black sleeve where the white was.  The white side of the suit had more red slime on it.  It's collar was light-red with five red pom-poms down its front.  "Bonjour boys, I am famished, so hurry through ze Mirror Maze before I catch you" the clown said in a chipmunk-voice, with white fangs in its red-lips.  Jacque, Andre and Edgar ran from the black-slits of eyes surronded by blue-paint the clown-monster had.  Just then, darkness came in the maze of mirrors and the teens screamed in surprise.  Footsteps were heard within the blackness and Andre called out: "is that thing coming?".

The light came back on and the boys saw the exit room at the back of the maze.  The clown stood in it, gnashing its fangs and quivering its black-painted-eyebrows, as it lurched closer to them in its red-slimy-shoes.  The monster roared in a deep tone and attacked Andre, piercing his flesh with its fangs, clutching his head with its white gloves.  Outside the maze of mirrors, a purse was flung from the exit, along with three skulls minutes later.

Well, that ending was rathey CORNY, because those teens couldn't get out of the MAZE ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  That monster-clown really BITES too.  But it at least had a couple of SKULLS heh-heh-heh-heh!
Silly-Face

Greetings again boys and ghouls.  You caught me playing my SHRIEKLY GAME OF CROAKQUET hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.  Yes, kiddies, I sure have to GET ON THE BALL with it and have quite a GOOD SLIME ha-ha.  In HACKT, our DEADTIME STORY is about a jester who wants to have a good time as well that I call...

It began sprinking in a stream over in western-Pennsylvania back in 1920 one afternoon.  Three bullies were down, under a bridge, and a young nerd was with them.  "You look like a real freak girl" one of the bullies told the nerd as the others laughed.  "Look at your little, wittle braids.  Those pigtails look like a pig's guys!" the bully said to the nerd and then his friends.  "Yeah, Don, they sure do" the other bullies agreed with him, laughing some more.  The girl started crying.

Don and his buddies got out switch-blades, flicking them open.  The nerd gasped in fear, as they got very close to her.  "I think we will cut those stupid things off of you and then cut you" Don said to her.  All of a sudden, they all heard a high-pitched giggle.  Looking up, they saw a jester sitting on the one side of the bridge.  It wore a bright-blue jester's suit, with a jester's cap of bright-red and green horizontal-stripes with golden-bells around it, with one on the pointy-end of it.  The jester's nose was big and bright-red and its eyes were tiny and black, as it swung its feet about in its bright-red pointy-shoes with a gold-bell on the end of each one.  As Don took a drink from a bottle of gin, the jester said to him: "you and your friends might enjoy some balloons perhaps".

"What the?" one of the other bullies exclaimed.  "I am Silly-Face The Jester boys and we can have lots of fun!" the white, painted-faced jester said, leaping down by the stream.  Silly-Face somersaulted over to Don and attacked him, biting his stomach, with huge fangs of yellow cracking out of his lips.  The jester was an alien monster, killing Don, as he gnawed on his stomach.  Then when Don was dead, Silly-Face gazed up, at the two other bullies who screamed in terror.  The alien monster rose yellowish, long claws to their faces and scraped their faces, mudering them, as it roared, deeply.  "Ah, an alien snack of humans ha-ha" Silly-Face roared, dragging the corpses along the bank of the stream, as it vanished with the bodies.  The little nerd sighed in relief and skipped off as it remained sprinkling.

That was quite a tale that you all could SINK YOUR TEETH INTO right, boils and ghouls?  As for poor Don, he found out quickly that he couldn't STOMACH IT in the end, and his friends had to FACE IT too heh-heh.  Well, Silly-Face was sure rotten, because his appearance started to JESTER a little.
TWIN SHRIEKS

Heh-Heh-Heh, welcome BOILS AND GHOULS, HACK to my CASTLE OF CREEPY-CALAMITY GORE ISSUE FIFTY-SIX OF CREEPS CASTLE.  I, CREEPS, have a T]WIN-HELPING OF HORROR for you all.  So get ready for this DOUBLE DOSE OF DERANGED DELIRIUM, I call...

A gangster was at a bar one night out, in Los Angeles, California, back in 1970, and spotted a lady at a table as he gulped down a glass of Bourbon on the rocks.  He winked at her and made his way over to her from the counter.  "Hey, babe, what are ya doin' here tonight?" he asked the woman.  "Hello mister, I'm just vaiting for my twin Sister to get us both a Bloody Mary" she answered him.  "Cool babe cool.  Do ya mind if I drive you two home tonight?" the gangster offered.  "Thank you sir yes" the woman smiled.

Ten minutes later, the gangster drove the twin sisters away from the bar in a green Camaro and The Beatles sang I Am The Walrus on the radio of the car.  "We love the night right, Betty?" one of the twin sisters told the guy and then wondered of her sister.  "Oh, yes, Cynthia.  I hope that Bloody Mary that I got us tasted good to you" Betty replied to her.  "It vas very good Sister" Cynthia added.  The gangster drove to an apartment then and let Cynthia and Betty out of his car.  "Hey, ya ladies don't mind if I use your bathroom please do you?" he wondered of them.  "No mister please do" the twins spoke back.  "Thank ya" he added.

In the bathroom, the gangster discovered a box of jewelry and stuffed his pockets with them.  He then left the room and made it to the hallway.  The sisters came out of the kitchen.  "Vhat are you doing vith our necklaces and rings sir?" they questioned him.  One necklace hung from his pocket.  "I'm gonna have to shoot you two babes.  I'm a gangster ya know!" he pulled a gun from his jacket, saying.  The eyes of the twins changed pure white and their fingernails changed to black claws, as they were in their black dresses.  Their long black hair blew around their black skin, as they showed fangs just then.  "Your blood vill be quite tasty in our Bloody Mary drinks!" they hissed at him.  They attacked the gangster, and as he fired the gun and shrieked, the vampires ripped at his neck, hissing and killed him.  His corpse went pale.

Talk about DOUBLE TROUBLE eh, Kiddies?  At least the crook TOOK A SHOT AT IT, but he thought Betty and Cynthia sure SUCKED IN THE END aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
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Street-Fair Of Fear

A HORRIFYING-HELLO kids.  Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh, this is your GHOST-HOST CREEPS, getting ready for a local STREET-TERROR!  Which is exactly what this evening's FABLE OF FRIGHT is all about.  A DIE-ABOLICAL DITTY entitled...

A young woman was wandering around a street-fair in Riley, Arkansas, back in the late Summer of 1889.  She held a big fan, fanning herself in the heat.  "Boy, it is quite hot today and it is fixing to get hotter I reckon" she said to herself at a man's booth.  The man in the booth had a display of toy monkeys with drums and he smoked a cigar as he told her, "well, take y'all mind off the summer heat ma'am, and be amused with one of these here drum-playin' toy monkeys.  Only a nickel."  "Oh, howdy sir, well, thank y'all.  Here is a nickel then.  I reckon I shall take one please" the woman smiled.  She handed him 10 cents and he handed her a toy monkey.  "Thank y'all ma'am.  Have a splendid day at this here street-fair now" the man wished her, smoking away his cigar.  "Thank y'all sir I will.  Have a nice day as well" she replied and walked away.

The young lady noticed a small boy in the crowd of the street-fair then, who looked extremely pale.  His skin was completely dead-white and he wore a black coat and a pair of black pants.  He was devoid of a face, except for a mouth, and he was bald.  The lady gasped in surprise and fright, as he seemed to stare at her, standing there in his black shoes.  The creepy child moved his left-hand from the front of his coat and gestured to the woman to come over to him with his finger.  As the crowd moved in front of him, the small boy vanished.  The lady gasped in fear and walked away fast.  She pulled the string of the drum-playing toy monkey and watched it play its mini intstrument in its lap.  She smiled and laughed a little at the toy and got to a vendor with balloons tied to his cart.  "Howdy there miss, would y'all care to have a balloon now?" the vendor inquired of her.  "Howdy, why, yes sir.  Thank y'all" she answered and took a purple balloon from him.  The woman spotted the creepy boy again behind the balloon-vendor.  The boy gestured to her to come to him with his same pale-white finger.  The woman hurried off, gasping in fear.  She then saw him sitting on a bench among the crowd and he beckoned eerily to him like before.  "What do y'all want from me?" she asked.  "Howdy, ma'am, I am known by humans as a Specter Of Death and am here to take you beyond to The Spirit World.  You passed on this morning of a raging fever!" the small boy revealed to her in a voice that came and went like wind.  The woman followed the ghost and they vanished as they walked together in the crowd.

Hee-Hee, what a way to GET INTO THE SPIRIT of the festival eh, kiddies?  That lady never EX-SPECTER-D that to occur,
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