And What Was That Plan, Exactly?

 You'll eat when Big Boy says you can eat, Katie.

Buzzed

War Wohl Jedermann Bekannt Er War Ein Bluatsauger

This Is Just A Picture Of One Fine-Looking Scarecrow

True Crypt

In the past six years of participating in the Hallowe'en Countdown I've been responsible for sharing an awful lot of headache-inducing attempts at humor, but I really think that I may have crossed a line here and for that I apologize.

From "Wacky Classics" by Tony Tallarico.

Scooby Don't

Here's a spooky little tale from "Grimm's Ghost Stories" that traumatized me as a child, but more on that after the comic-

This seemingly low key tale of terror played (still plays, I suppose) on one of my biggest fears and that would be the fear of baseballs. It's not pathological or anything, just a healthy respect for the little round missiles of death that was born from the fact that when I was a kid my father was a volunteer fireman and every spring and summer he would take part in the local firefighters baseball league. Those guys may have been great smoke eaters, but they were lousy baseball players. I would say that a good 90% of the balls that they managed to hit ignored the outfield completely and veered straight for the bleachers. People would scramble madly out of the way, hot dogs and giant foam fingers flung to the wind, as an itty-bitty horsehair comet plummeted from the sky to smack off of the metal bleachers with a deafening 'CLANK!' and then ricochet off into god only knew what direction. I spent most every one of those games looking for excuses to hunker down behind the cinder block concession stand as far out of the line of fire as I was allowed to stray.

It was nerve rattling, to say the least.

The fact that this guy killed someone when he was a kid and then didn't find out about it until many years later unnerved me as well. After reading this comic I spent many long hours going over and over in my head any point in my life where I may have similarly been responsible for the death of a fellow human being and not even been aware of the fact. That train of thought kept me awake more than one night.

In case you were wondering... the number of times I think it was possible that I may have accidentally killed someone when I was a kid is three, but we won't go into that now.

The Funny Bone Of A Madman

From "Wacky Classics" by Tony Tallarico.

Comes The Tartan Pumpkin

Awhile back I stumbled across a "Make You Own Superhero" widget at the Marvel Comics Kids site (Can't find it now or I'd hook you up with a link) It was pretty low-tech... a couple different choices of gloves and masks and costumes that you could mix and match and color to your whims. I went with a Hallowe'en theme... surprise!... and created the official defender of all that is right and good with Hallowe'en. Presenting- "The Tartan Pumpkin!"

Bloodlass

If she's that easy to lasso with a floaty ring or bean with a see-saw then just go ahead and stake her already...

What's In A Name?

And The Third Little Pig Built His Broom Of Bricks

Bell, Book And Kryptonite

Yes, flying alien boy in blue Spandex... people in the old days sure did swallow some mighty ridiculous notions.

Then in the very next panel, Superboy is whisked off to the 50th century or thereabouts and he and Lana Lang's great-great-great-grandsomething have an adventure that has nothing to do with Hallowe'en or witches, but Santa Claus does make a cameo so that's one post for the Christmas countdown taken care of.

Marvelous Monsters Of Filmland

Gag Me With A Broom

Cookie Cutters

All of which beg the questions... who is this 'Mr. Keebler' and what were the circumstances by which little Ernie the Elf wrested control of the Cookie Tree away from him?