Chapter 108: Night of the Monstrous Puns


Nick is back to telling his jokes again, much to Jake's chagrin.

More bad weather down on the farm last night!


"Stop it, Nick!" the raccoon protested before he hesitated taking aim at the white cue ball laying on the green felt covered pool table in front of him. "You're only trying to distract me with your dumb, juvenile jokes!"

"What, you don't like my puns?" the fox challenged. "They are Halloween classics."

The raccoon sighed before he began to take aim with his pool stick again.

"Why don't skeletons ever go trick-or-treating?" the fox asked as he gave the raccoon a smirk. "Because they have no-body to go with. Get it? No-body?"

"Uggh!" Jake groaned.

"Where do ghosts buy their Halloween candy?" Nick continued, his smirk turning to a grin. "At a ghost-ery store!"

"Please stop it!"

"Knock, Knock!"

"Not the knock, Knock jokes, fox!"

"You're supposed to ask who's there?"

"I don't want to!"

"Witch!"

"Okay…okay, witch who?"

"Witch one of you will give me lots of Halloween candy?"

"That wasn't even funny!"

"Who did Frankenstein go trick-or-treating with? Come on Jake, no guess? It was his ghoul friend."

"You're going to keep this up all night!" Jake sighed as he sat the pool stick down and walked towards the nearby bar.

"What do ghosts give out to trick-or-treaters?" Nick chuckled and when the raccoon didn't reply he answered his own question, "Booberries!"

"I need a drink!"

"Knock, knock!"

"Make it a double, one for each knock."

"Come on, you're supposed to ask who's there?"

"I don't want to!"

"Boo!"

"You aren't going to get me to ask boo who…ah, shoot!"

"Don't cry! I didn't mean to scare you," the fox laughed out.

"Make it a triple," the raccoon groaned as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf again.

"What's a ghost's favorite dessert? I scream."

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be undercover at that commercial haunted house?" Jake asked before he took a gulp from his glass.

"Nope, we busted the owners for drugs last night," Nick answered. "What type of plates do skeletons like to use? Bone china!"

"Lucky them, locked up far from a certain fox I know," the raccoon mumbled.

There were the sounds of paws in the hallway and Nicky peeked into the room, right behind him was Billy. "Your uncle is telling jokes again!" the coyote called out in excitement. "He always has the funniest jokes!"

"No he doesn't," the young raccoon protested. "They are corny."

"Speaking of which, what has hundreds of ears but can't hear a thing?" the fox asked.

"What?" Billy replied.

"A cornfield!" Nick answered with a chuckle. He was rewarded with the young coyote's laughter, but both raccoons only groaned.

"I'm going to my bedroom now to hide under the bed," Nicky said as he ran for the stairs.

"Knock, Knock," Nick said as he looked first at Jake, who was already refilling his glass, and then at the coyote.

"Who's there!" Billy asked.

"Ben!"

"Ben who?"

"Ben waiting to get candy all day!"

"That was funny Mister Wilde," Billy laughed.

"No, it wasn't," Jake grumbled.

"Why do ghosts hate when it rains on Halloween?" Nick asked the coyote whose tail was wagging in happiness.

"Why?" Billy asked.

"It dampens their spirits," the fox laughed out.

"Excuse me," Jake said as he passed by Nick and then Billy. "I'm going to the bathroom." The raccoon fled down the hallway, just as the front door opened and Marie began entering the house with Judy. "Your husband is telling puns again," Jake warned the rabbit.

Judy looked up at Marie and without uttering a word they stepped back outside and shut the door.

"Take me with you!" Jake whined. "Please."

"What kind of monster is the best dancer?" he heard the fox ask. "The boogieman."

"That actually was kind of funny," the raccoon muttered out in surprise.

"What do you call a chicken that haunts your house?" Nick asked Billy. "A poultrygeist."

"That wasn't!" Jake sighed as he shook his head.