Fall Festival is here!! This means that Harris and Layla both roll wishes to visit the festival. Sadly Layla still has her days messed up and puts herself to bed and then stop wishing to visit. Harris still really wants to go, and he wants to put Cypress on a bouncer. So off they go.
Um... due to floating baby syndrome Cypress was returned home and Harris had to continue his outing alone. This was probably for the best, as Harris has a full day of wishes planned.
He really wants to bob for apples and makes his way over. There is some confusion as he is not keen on competing with a ghost.
"Gross! I don't want his ectoplasm all over my mouth."
He really wants to bob for apples and makes his way over. There is some confusion as he is not keen on competing with a ghost.
"Gross! I don't want his ectoplasm all over my mouth."
He gets over it, and they finally find a fourth.
"I'm going to smoke this ghost."
"I'm taking these guys to pound town.... wait...that didn't come out right"
Sure it didnt...
"I'm going to smoke this ghost."
"I'm taking these guys to pound town.... wait...that didn't come out right"
Sure it didnt...
Only then do they all look over at Harris....
"Oh sick man. No one wants to compete with you. Go share your shame germs elsewhere."
"You know what. I will. I'm going to go take a picture with them." Harris wonders if the taint of having his toilet paper roll reposessed will ever come clean. How embarrassing.
"You know what. I will. I'm going to go take a picture with them." Harris wonders if the taint of having his toilet paper roll reposessed will ever come clean. How embarrassing.
Harris watches the sureptitious stranger, the same one that ogled him in the pool, walk by.
Harris has had the wish to get a new tattoo for some time, and to free up space I've sent him away from the festival for a moment.
"Well hello again sexy!" Calm down there, he's married. He gets another small ankle tat and then gets crunched in the chair.
Harris has had the wish to get a new tattoo for some time, and to free up space I've sent him away from the festival for a moment.
"Well hello again sexy!" Calm down there, he's married. He gets another small ankle tat and then gets crunched in the chair.
"I hate your chair, piece of junk."
"So... does that mean I still have a chance?"
"I really just want to leave and carve a pumpkin."
So he heads back to the festival grounds to grab himself a pumpkin, taking it home to carve up. Hopefully this will impress his wife enough to Woohoo.
"So... does that mean I still have a chance?"
"I really just want to leave and carve a pumpkin."
So he heads back to the festival grounds to grab himself a pumpkin, taking it home to carve up. Hopefully this will impress his wife enough to Woohoo.
In preparation of carving Harris admires his muscles.
"Can't take away these guns..." ugh... Harris...no.
"Can't take away these guns..." ugh... Harris...no.
Will he? Won't he? Will they??? Won't they???
(Of course they will, they can't help themselves... but will it be before or after the pumpkin carving. Find out soon!)
(Of course they will, they can't help themselves... but will it be before or after the pumpkin carving. Find out soon!)