ミ💀🎃 Halloween - In Search of Dideldum 🎃💀彡
Fleshlings, did you miss me? Surely you did, you little frightful creatures. Yes, it’s me, the Schrumpfkopf, and I need your -hm..- helping hands, since I have none. And of course your legs! Schrumpi is very worried and she believes that the old pumpkin head is plotting something sinister. What exactly? Well, just read on!!
And more importantly - be there!
Flashback
Just as everyone was busy collecting even more candy and fulfilling the Schrumpfkopf’s wishes, a tremendous thundering was heard from afar. On the Spook Island it might have felt like an approaching thunderstorm, but in the abandoned Lichthafen, where Dideldum was putting up the last decorations, the ground shook terribly. “Pumpäääl!” The voice was deep and would shake Dideldum to the core. No, that couldn’t be Heinz-Bert! He could sound quite terrifying too, but this was something else entirely.
Again the ground trembled, as if a towering giant was stomping with his massive feet. And so the creature made its way into the festively decorated Halloween harbor. There it found not Schrumpumpel, but Dideldum, who was just placing the last gifts for the diligent candy collectors on the ground. The drooling monster couldn’t know any better when it grabbed the unsuspecting witch with a powerful grip of its arms. Without heeding her wild thrashing, it stomped away again.
It was supposed to fetch a witch, so it fetched a witch.
A little later in the festively decorated Halloween harbor:
Strange… where had Dideldum gone? She had promised to help Schrumpumpel count and collect the candy. The little witch looked around again for her friend and was startled when she saw Dideldum’s wand lying on the ground. Never ever would a witch just leave her wand lying around. It was the highest witch law to always carry it on one’s robe or trousers. Something must have happened!
“I’ll eat my witch broom, handle and all, if that bonehead Heinz-Bert doesn’t have his skeletal fingers in this! Can he never give it a rest? Now we helped him last year to win over his pumpkin-head wife and this is the thanks we get?” Schrumpumpel stomped her foot indignantly, and her foot landed in a viscous, sticky substance. Great, that too. Troll boogers. But… what was green, glitter-laced troll snot doing here? Something was wrong, seriously wrong!
Shortly after, Schrumpumpel gathered a few last cookie crumbs as provisions, tied up her backpack, straightened her witch hat, and resolutely tucked Schrumpfkopf under her arm. “Don’t worry, Dideldum, we’re coming!”
Where is Dideldum?
Uphill, downhill. Through valleys and dales. Into caves and out again. Left and then right, she’d even walked backwards. But nowhere a trace of Dideldum. Schrumpumpel, however, would not abandon her friend. Although Schrumpfkopf was putting her patience to the extreme test.
“Are we there yet?”
“I’m hungry.” “I need to go to the bathroom.” “Ooh, look, there’s a dead rat, can we attack it?” “Hey, say, Schrumpumpel, why is the sky actually blue and not green?” “I’m bored.” “Schrumpumpel?” “Schrumpumpel?” “Schrumpumpel?” “Can I have cookies?” “I’m thirsty.” “I’m still bored.” “Why are there actually stones on a mountain?” “Can I have that little stick over there?” “Look, a colorful mushroom. I want to eat it.” “My hair hurts.” “Why is a tree called a tree anyway?” “Did you know I can already count to 1 million? Shall I? One, two, three…” “My feet hurt.”
That’s when Schrumpumpel lost her temper, or rather her witch hat blew sky-high. She had grabbed the head and set him down on an old tree stump. “Now listen to me, you pest! Your feet can’t hurt because I’ve been carrying you the whole time and you don’t have any! If you’re not quiet right now, I’ll leave you right here and we’ll wait until a cute little warthog comes and takes you home as a toy ball for its children. And then you’ll be rolled through the dirt all day long! With pointy teeth. And drooled on. And…” Schrumpumpel could hardly catch her breath, so worked up was she. But before she could continue her frustrated tirade at Schrumpfkopf, who by the way was not at all impressed by it, she noticed a slime-covered scrap of paper. With a disgusted face, the witch picked it up and shook it out thoroughly. In the process, a few drops of slime hit Schrumpfkopf. By accident, of course.
She had known it! That stupid pumpkin head! But he would regret this. Indeed! With renewed energy, she grabbed Schrumpfkopf by his three hairs, dragged him along and marched off.
When?
03.11.2023 at 7:30 PM
What, how and where?
Keep reading carefully and you’ll find out in the coming days!
꧁༺🎃 Your D4O Team 🎃༻꧂