Young Will's Hallowe'en Spree, pt. 3

Something funny is happening with my pictures and Blogger, and this simple post took three attempts over two days to post correctly.

Still, whaddaya expeck fer nuthin'? No complaints here... not when I can still (eventually) post stuff like this.

So... last week, Young Will and I headed to a well-known national chain place after a fun meal at another well-known national chain place.

It begins with something-goofy-that-is-somewhat-like-glasses.

It always does.

Actually, it began and nearly ended in this section, because it is absolutely HUGE:

 ... and we could've spent all day just there.

I mean, look at all those sweets!

Gummi eyeballs, as well as:

Gummi Tongues and

bags of Jet-Puffed Ghostmallows and

little rock candy bits in lab beakers you can

shake like maracas and

 the long-awaited first ever Hallowe'en themed Pop Tarts

from Kellogg's and

OH MY LORDY milk chocolate covered Pumpkin Peeps?!?

Incredible.

But, though we love our diabetes-inducing treats, neither of us actually

eat a lot of sweets, and we moved on to the far more fascinating

It is pretty crazy there.

Seriously, it is. Here's proof:

"Folks we're so insane we're blowin' out our stock at prices so far below

our own cost the only way to say it is we're just plain

CAARRAAAAAZZZYYYYYYYY!"

Lots of great stuff here.

CDs, DVDs;

metal signs, outdoor decor;

old friends;

old classics, and

a few new friends.

Actually, one of these newer plush treat bucket friends kinda creeped me out:

Is he broken or something?

Just beyond this oddity I noticed its more creepy decorative cousin:

What the heck is that? Picasso's Guernica meets Classic Monster lawn decor walking like an Egyptian?

I had no idea what to think, but thankfully, Young Will brought me back to sanity

with a request.

"Hey Uncle Mike, come see my latest creation:

The Skull Snowman!"

No glue or even Velcro? I'm impressed.

"... and look at this cool haunted house!"

Very cool indeed! But hey, it's old and full of all kinds of creepy thi --

WHY does this happen every time? The big ol' arachnids seem to

be magnetically attracted to Young Will!

Tired of being startled by the eight-legged demons, Young Will

summoned his courage enough to slough the thing to the floor:

where he vanquishes the foul foe!

Funny, mere seconds after I snapped this image, I saw this:

... crawling out from under the shelving. It's impossible to show in scale without

anything for reference but this thing was teeny-tiny. Like, tiny.

Itsy-bitsy enough to go up a waterspout.

An Autumn Person, I found her a safe haven before we moved on.

Our entomological side trip done, Young Will's thoughts turned to props.

Louella Parsons or Minnie Pearl?

OH, it's not a hat at all...

Ooops! Props, right!

Our Little Warrior.

Our Little Captain.

Our Little Village Person.

"If you wear this long enough, will you start to smell like a hot dog?"

Probably. Being a hot dog is likely to be thirsty work.

Apparently, so is Hallowe'en shopping...

"This is a much better Hallowe'en cup but it's really heavy!"

Let's go for something lighter, then.

Pumpkins!

I think this should be his costume. Seriously.

We began to get tired, and needed to be elsewhere soon, but as we were leaving,

Young Will spotted something:

Apparently, Rest In Pieces is even funnier than Napoleon Blownapart.

sigh.

Oh, by the way, his sister really is a witch.

Both of them.

CHOCOPUMPKINPEEPS!