Golden Box Book Publishing Three Ghosts in a Black Pumpkin | Page 13

“Yes, Master. What about the black pumpkin?”
“Don’t say another word, you fool! I’ll take care of it.”
Wishbone Jones gave a hearty, metallic laugh. “I know all
about the black pumpkin, Hobart. I know what you’ve done.
You won’t get away with it, I promise you that.”
“My name is Hobgoblin, you walking bag of bones!” roared
Hobgoblin, his face turning red with anger. “Ebenezer, take him
to the dungeon and begin his torture at once!”
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