It happened that once, deep in the rolex replica dead of night, a skellington sat up in his cosy grave, racking his brain over an idea. It was an amusing one, about showing humans what skeletons get up to, (when they're not lying around and being quiet). However, there was something missing from this vision and it bothered the skellington. Another skellington, in a neighbouring grave, had been listening to his cogitations, and told the first skellington what he thought would work.
It did.
In no time at all, they were jumping around in front of hundreds of humans, showing them exactly what they could get up to.
On this particular occasion they were jousting for the privilege of swiss replica watches performing brain surgery upon each other.
Like most things involving these skeletons, this was not a simple matter.
They had found it necessary to possess a human that could help them.
This they did, her name was Pieta, and all was well. When the surgery was over, they went back to their graves to rest their bones.
They awoke that Halloween to find that Pieta had run away. It was such a nice night though, that they decided to find a new human and jump around in front of another crowded gathering, just the same. Despite the relative ease in procuring this new human helper, they were to learn that ongoing human possession was no easy thing. When the surgery was over, a skellington council was held. Plans were made. Pink lemonade was consumed.
They were to escape the menageries of the past and strike out on their own. They met again with their new human Jennifer, on a meadow, by a river, beneath the stars. They held three nights of brain surgery, accompanied by their MC, Bonedaddy. There were domestic disembowelments. Hearts danced, were broken, and repaired again.
Somewhere, in another reality, the hand puppets came to life.
The Skellingtons captured their essence as a token to be reflected upon. They slept. The hand puppets, however, had been awoken. They took to the streets and thrived in strange places. Jennifer disappeared mysteriously.
Then suddenly, there was a fresh, new human. The hublot replica appetites of the Skellingtons were conjured up for the Day of the Dead, awoken by the fresh new soul. They called him Wunjo. There was a brief reunion with Jennifer before they found themselves, once again, bereft of human company. A Fourth Human was needed. They found Irene. The Skellingtons and this new human, dabbled in Robotics and professional Boxing. They returned to the open fields and danced.
Invitations poured in, and the Skellingtons and Irene erupted in and out of public social gatherings. Irene, however, did not last the Winter. The invitations kept coming, though, so Hannah, the fifth and current Human, was lured into the fold. The Skellingtons and this lasting Human did battle with the sea and the laws against brain theft.
They surfaced and surprised in the most illustrious venues.
The Skellingtons knew they had a big story to tell and needed some space to tell it in.
They called on Bonedaddy. They called on Mr. Snuff.
Emmabot and STitCHI MONsTA joined the family.
A pseudopod arched out and ingested a pair of frighteningly talented musicians calling themselves
Deaf Hedge.
All was complete. New music was written and sets were designed and constructed.
A crew was assembled, invitations sent and The Epic was told.
Lemonade was consumed.
To lay combat upon the tyranny of distance,
The SUrigical SidEsHow EPiC now turns its wagons to face the west and consults its maps.
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