Frankie and Joni return with some Halloween fun.

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I was glad to be back after braving the pumpkin spice fanatics at the local coffee shop for some morning caffeine and snacks. Frankie was not at his desk, so I wandered to the Halloween Slasher exhibit, only to stare at the strangest site.
โWhy does the guy with a chainsaw have a tornado for a head?โ
โWell, I couldnโt find any images for him and it seemed like the best way to represent a killer named Weatherface.โ
I sighed. โHis name is Leatherface, Frankie.โ Now I was grateful for the extra large coffee. It would be a long day.
Dance Craze?
โHow are you coming with the Halloween party scene? Any problems?โ
โNah. Everythingโs almost done. I only have to program the last of the potatoes for the ending.โ
With a sinking feeling, I asked, โPotatoes?โ
โYou know, the musical number to finish the night. The Monster Mash. All the creatures are ready for a swinging chorus line with their mashers and the bowls of cooked spuds. Only the last few to go.โ
He looked so happy, I couldnโt tell him the Monster Mash didnโt involve root vegetables. Besides, what could go wrong with monsters making mashed potatoes? Could be fun.
Food Fight
The electro-cleaner zapped the last of the food residue from the wall and I sighed.
โWhat a party.โ
โIโm sorry. But how was I to know Dracula would spike the punch?โ
I turned, surprised at Frankieโs apology.
โDonโt be sorry. It was fun.โ I smiled. โI havenโt laughed that hard in ages.โ
โYouโre not mad?โ
โNah. Cleaning the mess was a pain, but everythingโs okay. No parties for a while though. It took me two hours to get all the pumpkin spice mashed potatoes out of my hair, and you donโt want to know where I found a fake eyeball.โ

I have my vintage masher and I’m ready for my mash-up audition! Ha!
Potatoes for the Monster Mash, haha!