The Season of the Ghost!

Happy Hallowe'en, all y'all! Here's a bunch a ghosts 'n' the like! Boo, eh?

Now go on out there and get scared!

Quentin - rough draft

When he was just 4 years old, Quentin here got himself a spiffy spider mask to wear for Hallowe'en. He loved it so, and it earned him a heaping bag of candy. So, when the next year rolled by, he wore it again, and once more received a bag full to bursting. And year after year, Qentin wore that same mask, again and again, and again, until finally it became his own face. And year after year, he slowly got less and less candy. And now, here he is, waiting for a bus somewhere, clutching a paper bag containing the last, few, precious dregs of his candy. Candy he can't even eat, for now his mouthparts are only capable of ingesting the fluids of insects and the occasional toad or small bird, animals which Quentin has little ability to catch.

And so he sits, and clutches his candy, and remembers bags overflowing with taffies and lollipops and rockets and jubes. He can no longer smile at the memories, or cry over the days long gone. But he remembers. And he sits. And he clutches.

And perhaps eats the occasional toad. Or small bird.

Grackle - rough draft

Beware the Grackle, a dreaded dweller of the night with the defleshed body of a human and the head of a grackle. Okay, so maybe a better name would be "The Grackleton", but it's already far too late. This thing's been around for years, I tell you. No use muttering about it's name. Anyhow, there's a horrible nasty thing about it's flute and a dance that I was going to warn you all about, but now I'm not going to tell you. You'll just have to chance it. Fine.

Hallowe'en Battle - Who Will Win?!?!?

Blade, the psychotic yet sympathetic killer puppet from the Puppet Master series of films?

Or this angry weirdo with his little bat pal?

You decide!

What's Hallowe'en wid'out the CANDY?

Hee hee, looka these li'l guys! Suckers 'n' gumdrops 'n' life savers, all havin' a lovely ol' time, dancin' an' gay (in the old-fashioned sense).

Uh oh, things are gettin' outta hand . . . Someone let some healthy snacks in there, and Mr. Pretzel in particular will have no truck with that sort of thing. You might wanna take a hike there, Uncle Muffin!

Oh! Oh dear. It's Roland, the frankfurter, known for his foul temper and wild ways. He really knows how to get a situation outta hand. Well, boys 'n' girls, it's a good thing you don't need the candies to be alive in order to enjoy 'em!

Osberne - rough draft

Osberne wanders the dark, deep forests of eastern Europe, feasting only on the flesh of unrepentant murderers. Of which there are few currently residing in the deep, dark forests. And so Osberne remains oh, so hungry, and quite foul-tempered.

Hallowe'en comin' atcha . . . with MONSTERS.

A Crazy Little Demon

You know, it's possible that some day I will fulfill my dream of making a cartoon of Screamin' Jay Hawkins' song "Little Demon" . . . if this were to happen, the demon in question will most likely look much like this li'l guy here, who he is.

Also, it's Hallowe'en season, so I thought he'd enjoy kickin' off my All Hallows posts. Although he doesn't seem to enjoy much.

Ain't he a little stinker?