Cinderella felt ill and instantly blamed

Cinderella felt ill and instantly blamed a slice of pumpkin pie she had the night before.She should have that stupid fairy gothmother hang for not letting her throw that giant pu

Peter's wife was hoping no one would find out. She was so sick of being held captive inside their pumpkin house, she was driven to murder. As Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater lay there

bleeding to death, he apologized for getting blood on her shirt and reminded her about the pumpkin pie. Peter's wife had worked up an appetite from the stabbing. Wiping the blood

, Peter and his wife left for the nearest deli, intending to buy a sandwich or two. The pumpkin pie would wait; it was best to eat it after it had cooled. Upon reaching the deli,

they took a number slip, which contained a divergent geometric series. "Our pumpkin pie will have time to cool now," Peter told his wife. Their pie was yanked from the sill by a

wild clown. "The pie is mine now! And none of you math nerds can stop me!" "Let him have it" Sheila told her husband Peter. "He doesn't know about the secret code buried within."

Peter slapped his forehead, forgetting he was holding the pie. "Now he does!" he yelled, wiping cream from his brow. The wild clown snatched the cream-coated key off the ground and

bit the balloon animal real hard. The wild clown grimaced at the audience and shrieked, "You're alllllll going to die!" Peter screamed. He was sitting in the front row of the circu

mcision, and this had quickly become the weirdest Bris he'd ever attended. Peter shook his fist at the wild clown, liver spots flaring with indignation. The Rabbiclown was banished