You've been Punked ..no.. Pumpkined ..no.. Pumpked!

This true story is a tribute to the Gravley spirit of Halloween. It is meant to be a positive tribute, though after reading it, it’s quite likely you’ll disagree.


The dark night swallowed up most of the light coming from their headlights as they sped down highway. Steve clenched the steering wheel of the old Ford tightly while Betsy peered out into the forest for the eyes of potential road kill. Neither of them said much, for even the slightest distraction might mean death to them or anything crossing their path on this treacherous stretch of road.

The sky smothered all light except for the moon. The autumn quarter moon was smoldering with a deep orange hue. To the some of the dark circles in society, this moon is known simply as Moon O’ Lantern. But don’t let the whimsical nature of the name fool you, for the best of intentions are quickly fated for disaster under the orange glow of Moon O’ Lantern. (You still don’t like that name, do you? Well, too bad.)

With their watchdog, Bones, sitting in the back seat, they raced to complete their objective. After what seemed like hours, they slowly pulled up to the home of Kevin and Tracey. The lights were out, and it seemed as though no one was awake. Fortunately for Steve and Betsy, their plan could continue safely under the cloak of darkness and quiet.

Steve got out of the car and opened the trunk of their station wagon. Betsy had to hold Bones back. It was clear he sensed the danger in the night air and was restless to do something about it.

Steve grabbed the three pumpkins that they had been hauling and carried the heavy vegetables over to the patio and arranged them in a festive manner. No longer would these vegetables bring autumn cheer to those clerks at the store. They would serve a higher purpose now. They would bring about the mood of Halloween and Autumn to their new owners, the Crisps.

As quickly as it started, it was over -- the trap was set. Steve and Betsy raced off undetected, cackling maniacally, screaming into the night, “You’ve been Pumpked!”

“You’ve been Pumpked!”

“Muahahahahaha!”

Notes: They loved the pumpkins. There is no dark circle of society that calls orange moons Moon ‘O Lanterns (that I know of anyway, but I guess anything’s possible). And most importantly, this whole idea was spawned from the brilliant mind of Betsy Gravley. She’s crazy, sexy, cool.