Monster of the Day #3250

Looks like the same gal from yesterday. She sure is a trouble-magnet, huh.

I’m beginning to suspect that Bunny might be the murderess.

What if she’s a black widow with a dozen dead ex-husbands?

“I came as soon as I heard your scream, Bunny. What’s the problem this time?”

“Oh Mr. D, it’s awful, I… Wait, why are ya on skis, Mr. D?”

“Sort of camouflages the fact I’m one of the grinning specter of untimely demise. Now–”

“Now that’s a fine kettle of fish! Last night ya told me ya couldn’t ski! Ya swore up and down ya couldn’t ski and ya sent me out on the bunny hills all on my lonesome!”

“Bunny, we didn’t come to ski, we came to hunt down the Severe Snow Witch of Aspen. Remember the–”

“Do ya know what was out on those hills, Mr. D? Bunch of mashers, that’s what. All grabby hands and octopus arms. Why, if Wally hadn’t shown up there who knows what might have happened to poor little ol’ me? And ya don’t even care, do ya?”

“I do care, Bunny, honest. It’s just that… wait, speaking of your former beau–”

“He ain’t that, we never even got ta the cuddlin’ stage. Not fer lack of tryin’ on my part, I should add. I swear that boy couldn’t take a hint back then.”

“Indeed, but that’s just it. Where is Mr. Tillinghast? Thought the two of you went out together this morning.”

“Oh. That’s right. That witch ya want came out of th’ woods just now and took ‘im away. Said somethin’ about serving up a Satan’s Brunch and all that.”

“Mr. Tillinghast, with his very soul in danger, and you babbling on about skis! When this is over we simply have to have a talk about your priorities!”

“I told ya th’ witch got ‘im!”

“There are no words, Bunny. No words at all.”

I hope not. I’d truly hate to see physical books vanish from the shelves.

I know I’m a square but when I see that I just think, why are you running out in the cold dressed like that, you’ll catch your death.