This poor pumpkin didn’t stand a chance. The conspiracy began when Papa snatched this poor guy right off the street and drug him back to our house.
He carefully sliced a hole in the top of his noggin while Laylee sat heartlessly drawing plans for his new brainless face.
Magoo looked on as papa extracted all the
grey er orange matter from the cranial cavity, a very seedy affair.
And he thinks it’s funny.
Laylee explained her detailed schematics to Papa.
“I want the pumpkin to have a scary face like this.”
With the brains extracted and the tools assembled, it was time to get down to the serious work. Scalpel!
Eyebrows are a pumpkinic must.
Grammy couldn’t resist rubbing our own fuzzy little pumpkin head.
Some dental cleanup work was needed. Anyone have some cinnamon floss we could borrow? This knife is a little inprecise.
And a group photo. It’s hard to tell them apart with identical faces like that.