Golden Box Book Publishing Three Ghosts in a Black Pumpkin | Page 12

Now Wishbone shook with anger as he took a step forward,
pulling on the chains and dragging the Gnomes with him.
Hobgoblin’s eyes flashed with fear until his minions yanked
hard on the chains and forced the skeleton to his knees. He
smiled defiantly in the face of his captor. “Do what you will,
Hobart. Do your very best. But you’ll never find those Wands
and will never be able to use their power. You and that stinking
henchman of yours will be punished for the murders of the
Wishmothers. And that you can count on.”
Ebenezer laughed. “Hobgoblin is great and powerful, boneman.
You don’t even know how to free those ghosts from the
pumpkin or where it’s hidden!”
“Careful,” Hobgoblin hushed his henchman quickly. “Don’t
give it away. Don’t give him any ideas.”
Ebenezer slapped his own mouth angrily and mumbled, “Oops,
I almost did.”
But Wishbone knew much more than his enemies thought he
did, for the Healing Witch had told him everything she knew.
“Trust me, I’ll find a way, Hobart,” said Wishbone, refusing to
call him Hobgoblin. “I’ll bring you both to justice and see to it
that Creach Gillman is restored to his rightful place as the
Mayor of Goblin Town.”
“Good luck with that!” Hobgoblin said with a laugh. “He’s in
the Deep Dark Dungeon, where you’ll soon join him.” He
turned to Ebenezer. “Have the Imps and Ogres torture this
bonehead. Make him talk, and then dispose of him. But don’t
stop searching for those Wands. Halloween is only thirteen
days away and I must have those Wands before the chimes of
midnight announce the first of November.”
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