once he had completed all the heavy lifting,

once he had completed all the heavy lifting, the rest of the move would be easy. caskets tend to weigh a lot though so the use of a crane came to mind. birds cant lift heavy stuff

but he didn't have access to african swallows, so he whistled supersonically and a cloud of bats converged on the mansion. The bats picked up thronds of the net under each coffin

nail and flew away. All the wood planks collapsed and all the Vampires lay sleeping outside. The sun was coming up and Mexican delivering newspapers from a pick-up saw the

started dancing to the new wave sound. Bunnicula wanted to dance too, but not before staking Edward Cullen through the heart, then beheading him. "Party time!" Bunnicula declared.

Hoping that Celery would continue its stalking, and not get distracted by the flashing lights, Bunnicula started edging around the periphery of the cracked dance floor, on the look

out a Potato eyed Bunnicula and signalled to a Pod of Black Eyed Peas. Bunnicula attempted to blend in on the dance floor but the Cabbage was having none of it

, preferring the classic sounds of Nat King Coleslaw back in the cigar lounge. Bunnicula was strangely attracted to Cabbage. He was suave & debonair, despite his reputation of

blatant asshattery. Perhaps it was the scotch goggles that made Cabbage seem so attractive but whatever the reason, Bunnicula had an overwhelming desire to nibble

at its dense greenery. The fanged bun lunged, bit into its leafy head, slurped at the juices. A question surfaced Cabbage's ravaged mind: would he remain a vegetable or rise again?