Takin' it back to the old school, 'cause I'm an old fool: an old fool who enjoys carving pumpkins.

Oddly enough, pumpkins aren't the only thing you can carve pumpkins out of. Big Time carved this one out of cake! (She also carved the one at the top using a conventional pumpkin.)

Nothing's more appetizing than eating from a dead baby's skull. Am I right?

Speaking of old school, here are your favorite marketing ploys from the 80's: Puffball Popple and Mayor McCheese! They sure make me want to go out and buy stuff!

Jinkies! Velma Dinkley and Daphne Blake have stumbled upon a clue: a discarded pair of fishnet stockings. What could it mean?

Our resident Bee tries to put his sting on Lara Croft. Unfortunately for him, she ain't havin' it. Somebody's gonna get a cap busted in his ass.

He's creepy and he's spooky, and he's about to get a pokey. Our She-Devil really lights up Uncle Fester.

It looks like the Bee's already done some pollenating. The Knocked-Up Bride drowns her sorrows in a Smirnoff while her jealous Bridesmaid hopes to get herself pollenated one of these days.

Apparently, there's only room for one Black Knight at this party. Or maybe two. But definitely not three. That would be ridiculous. No one received more than a flesh wound at this party, I promise.

Look what the Hartford Whaler caught. Why, it's a Mermaid! I bet he won't be throwing that one back!

Hey, Puffball! Pop on out here. You've just won the Pragmatombeter Cup! "Recount, Recount!" shouts Mayor McCheese. If he had anything more than a Quarter Pounder for a brain, he'd realize the people have spoken.

Happy Halloween!