A cold, bare cave somewhere in the Haunted Woods…
Punchbag Bob sighed as he removed a small sewing kit from a drawer. Yet again,
he had been beaten in the Battledome. It had been a particularly nasty fight
this time with an innocent looking Zafara turning out to be quite savage. He
had been badly wounded. "Yeouch!" he exclaimed as he began to stitch his arm
up. He muttered to himself never again would he fight, no matter how many Neopoints
NeoPets secretly paid him to continue. He winced as the needle accidentally
poked some stuffing. He gritted his teeth and got on with his sewing.
Meanwhile in a downtown Neopian Central Home…
"I can't wait to go trick-or-treating tonight!" exclaimed Petra the pink Poogle
as she finished carving out her jack-o'-lantern with the face of the Brain Tree.
"Neither can I!" said an equally excited Shoyru by the name of Remus. "I hope
we get lots and lots of sugar bunnies! They're my favourite!" Rhianna, their
owner overheard them and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, but don't go eating them all now, you hear? I don't want two NeoPets
complaining of Bloaty Belly like I had last year..." Petra looked sheepish.
"I promise we won't."
"You better." Rhianna paused. "And by the way, don't go to the Haunted Woods.
I heard that the Brain Tree has been extra nasty this year ever since he decided
to join the Battledome and got beaten."
"We will," chorused the two NeoPets while exchanging glances. Little did Rhianna
know that Petra and Remus had planned to do exactly the opposite.
Back to the cold dark cave…
Punchbag Bob's anger had been growing with every time the needle pierced his
canvas. Finally he finished, stood up and threw his sewing kit to the ground.
"Look at me!!" He turned and looked into a mirror. "Well, hrm, I do look quite
ravishing don't I…?" There was silence. Not that he had expected a reply of
course, but it would have been nice had someone offered an agreement. Or something.
He sighed yet again and slumped into a chair. It was lonely being a Punchbag
in the Haunted Woods. Incredibly lonely. In fact, he mused, it was lonely being
the only Punchbag in Neopia. Especially one who got beat up all the time.
He wondered why was he feeling especially lonely today. He got up and shuffled
over to where his pocket calendar hung on the wall.
"What's today's date?" He mused out loud.
"Hmm…October 31st. Yes, October 31st…." He knew there was something special
about the date but he couldn't think what.
"What's so special about October 31st?!!" he yelled out. Having stuffing for
brains did not always make him the smartest creature around. He looked at the
calendar once again and noticed the tiny print underneath the date:
Halloween, it read.
"Halloween!" Bob exclaimed. Halloween was the best time of year for creatures
that lived in the Haunted Woods! It was when they all had a chance to scare
any little NeoPets who dared to venture in and ask for candy.
"Candy!" Bob snickered. What a little thing. "Candy!" he repeated the word
and fell about laughing. He imitated a little Chia that had gone to visit the
Brain Tree. "E-e-ex-cuse me, Mr-Mr-Mr- B-B-B-B-rain T-tree, I-I-I- was h-h-oping
that, that you might, erm, have some, c-c-c-c-c-c-c-andy to spare?"
"CANDY???!!!! C-C-C-C-C-CANDY!!??" The Brain Tree had yelled and the little
Chia had gone running for his life.
"Hahahahahee!!" laughed Bob. He wiped a piece of lint from his eye. Then he
paused. He remembered why Halloween made him lonely.
No one came to visit him. Not one little NeoPet had ever come to see him and
ask for candy. Never.
Thus, he had never had a chance to extract his own little revenge on little
NeoPets who had beaten him in the Battledome by scaring them when they came
Punchbag Bob glanced miserably at the entrance to his cave. Why didn't anyone
come? Then he paused. Maybe, just maybe there was a plan beginning to form in
his 100% cotton brain....
To be continued...