"We have to find just the right pumpkin," Fluff insisted to his partner in bunny slipper crime.
The slippers had silently moved through the house, heading for the front door that opened as if by magick. They immediately slid down the walkway to the sidewalk. Since it was heading toward midnight, the only ones out were those who preferred darkness for their deeds. Fear wasn't in the slippers' vocabulary, so they moved along without any worries.
"I know we can find it at the pumpkin patch by the boardwalk," Puff replied, heading left." But it's this way!" Fluff shifted right.
Since the slippers didn't have feet they had to do their own version of Rock, Paper, Scissors and Puff won.
Magick gave them the stealth and speed to head down the street and over to the avenue that boasted shops appealing to tourists and the entrance to the ever-famous boardwalk with its midway and rides. Fluff and Puff managed to avoid the Weres' sharp eyes, since the slippers weren't all that popular there. Fall in the cotton candy vat
The slippers easily passed by the barriers and wandered the small field.
"Here's one," Fluff announced heading toward one end.
Puff shook his head. "We need a special one in just the right shape for our purposes. We need a haunted pumpkin," he reminded his best bud. "You look over there and I'll look over here." One by one, the slippers carefully inspected each pumpkin, searching for just the right one.
"I found it!" Fluff's squeak of excitement carried in the air. Puff scooted to the spot where just Fluff faced a pumpkin that wasn't too big or too small or too round or too oval. It was just the right shape. Just the right color and a faint glow emanated from the squash fruit." Yes!" The slippers performed their own version of a high-five and each took one side, racing around the pumpkin, setting up their own magickal net to get the pumpkin back to the house. Once the net was in place, they uttered the spell needed and left the pumpkin patch with their prize sliding along behind them.
Just as when they left the house, the front door silently opened for them and allowed them to enter. They wasted no time going back to the kitchen and spelling the pumpkin onto the table. After they scooted up the chairs to the table, they stared at their find with broad grins on their faces, their razor-sharp teeth gleaming in the darkness.
"This will be the best jack-o-lantern yet," Fluff pronounced.
"And a big surprise for Jazz," Puff agreed.
For the next hour, the kitchen's interior lit up with orange, purple and green lights as the slippers performed their own special magick. Once they finished, they made their way up to the bedroom and returned to their cozy space on Jazz's bed. They may be slippers, but no way they were sleeping on the floor!
The slippers were sound asleep when Jazz headed downstairs in search of her first cup of coffee for the day, but they REALLY woke up when they heard Krebs' greeting her.
"Is this pumpkin your doing?" Krebs could be heard asking and there was more horror in his voice than admiration.
"No," her sleepy voice replied. "And talk about incredible work. The carved face looks just like Hugh Jackman. It's so lifelike that…Wait a minute…is that…Fluff! Puff! What have you done?!"
And a merry Hallows Eve to you all.
If you want to check out how Fluff and Puff met Jazz, read about them in the fun anthology, Magical Mayhem!