Podcasts about Great Pumpkin

On this episode, Scott and Michael are once again joined by guest Andy DiGenova for another look back at Peanuts TV specials beyond the more well-known realm of the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown's Christmas Tree and The Easter Beagle. Here, they discuss “He's Your Dog, Charlie Brown,” “There's No Time for Love, Charlie Brown,” and “You're the Greatest, Charlie Brown!” Find more From Pencils to Pixels: The Animation Celebration Podcast at: www.rf4rm.com Follow the show on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/share/1BH6dKaVMe/?mibextid=LQQJ4d Follow the hosts on social media: Scott on X/Twitter: @scotthopkins76 Michael on X/Twitter: @mlyonsfl I Michael's website: www.wordsfromlyons.com Rate, review, & subscribe to From Pencils to Pixels on Apple podcasts I Google Play I Stitcher            

You know, when most people think of the Peanuts gang, they picture simple joys: Snoopy doing his happy dance, Lucy yanking that football, or Charlie Brown staring existentially at the sky, pondering the futility of life. What people don't picture is a shadowy curse hanging over the kids who voiced these characters. But here we are.Yes, Deados, today we're tackling one of pop culture's weirdest urban legends: the so-called ‘Peanuts Curse.' Now, I know what you're thinking—‘Curse? Really? This isn't The Exorcist, it's Charlie freakin' Brown!' And yet, the lives of many Peanuts voice actors have been marked by tragedy, struggles, or just plain bad luck. It's as if the universe took one look at these kids and said, ‘You know what, it's not enough for Charlie Brown to lose at baseball. Let's make life harder for everyone involved.'So grab your security blanket, brace yourself for a therapy session with Lucy, and join us as we dive headfirst into the offbeat, bizarre, and occasionally heartbreaking world of the Peanuts Voice Cast Curse. Who knows? Maybe by the end of this, we'll find out the Great Pumpkin isn't so great after all.” That's TODAY on Death in Entertainment.Send us a message!Support the showDeath in Entertainment is hosted by Kyle Ploof and Alejandro DowlingNew episodes every week!https://linktr.ee/deathinentertainment

December isn't just a great month because the Great Pumpkin, er, Santa Claus, stops by, though it is. We also get another episode of IT'S A PODCAST, CHARLIE BROWN. I mean, same as every month, but still pretty cool. Santa doesn't even do that. This month we've got playwright Bert V. Royal talking about his play "Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead". We also check out news and feedback from in and around the Peanuts universe and take a look at another random strip of the month. Happy holidays everybody. Thanks to Kevin McLeod at Incompetech.com for creative commons use of his songs "Mining by Moonlight", "Bass Walker" and "Hidden Agenda".  Thanks to Sean Courtney for the "This Month in Peanuts History" theme. Thanks to Nick Jones for the use of his song "25% Off". Thanks to Henry Pope for the use of his song "Linus & Lucy Remix".  Support the show at patreon.com Carnival of Glee Creations How the Best Christmas Album Almost Never Happened

GGACP gets into the holiday spirit with this ENCORE of a special episode from 2020, as Gilbert and Frank are joined by writer-producer Craig Schulz (“The Peanuts Movie”) and author-archivist Chip Kidd (“Peanuts: The Art of Charles M. Schulz”) for an in-depth look at the origin and legacy of “A Charlie Brown Christmas” and the genius of the man behind it. Also, Snoopy crushes on Peggy Fleming, Linus makes prime time history, Barney Google inspires a lifelong nickname and Craig introduces his father's work to a new generation. PLUS: Joe Shlabotnik! “It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”! The artistry of Bill Melendez and Lee Mendelson! And the experts reveal their favorite “Peanuts” strips of all time! (Special thanks to Charles Kochman, Melissa Menta, Lindsey Schulz and John Murray!) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A pretty solid Halloween special that parodies Transformers, Mad Men and Peanuts! A nice blend of sci-fi and gore in the first two segments, however the tribute to "It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" was top notch.Support the Four Finger Discount Network for EARLY & AD-FREE access to every show we produce, as well as 100 hours of exclusive content! Join the FFD family today at patreon.com/fourfingerdiscountListen on Spotify - spoti.fi/4fDcSY0Listen on Apple Podcasts - apple.co/4dgpW3ZCHECK OUT OUR OTHER PODCASTS:Toon'd In! with Jim Cummings - spreaker.com/show/toond-in-with-jim-cummingsGoin' Down To South Park - spreaker.com/show/goin-down-to-south-parkThe Movie Guide with Leonard Maltin - themovieguidepodcast.comThe One About Friends - spreaker.com/show/the-one-about-friends-podcastTalking Seinfeld - spreaker.com/show/talking-seinfeldSpeaKing Of The Hill - spreaker.com/show/speaking-of-the-hill-a-king-of-the-hill-The Office Talk - spreaker.com/show/the-office-talk-podcastBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/four-finger-discount-simpsons-podcast--5828977/support.

Happy Thanksgiving! In this special episode, we take a look at some classic (some more than others) Charlie Brown movies - It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown; A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving; and A Charlie Brown Christmas. Grab some hot cocoa, a warm blanket, and the ole pigskin as we take a look back at some of our favorite holiday movies. Throwbacktheaterpodcast@gmail.com

"Thanksgiving Day Special" There's a lot of things I miss about being a kid--somebody else driving, somebody else making dinner, not having to pay bills, not having to shave or get gas or pay rent--I was just going mention one or two things, but apparently I'm not pleased about being an adult. The reason why I brought this up is because the one thing I really miss about being a kid are the holiday TV specials that mark time. From The Grinch That Stole Christmas to It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, those specials helped keep me grounded as a kid. They made the calendar kind of stop and forced me to realize where I was and who I was with.They felt like something tangible. I wish I could do something like that for you here on the podcast and the closest I can come is my chat with Justin of 98 degrees. To me, it feels Thanksgiving-ish. At first it's sort of a talking points interview, but then something happens and it just kind of takes off and it takes off in a way that has to do with actually caring about other people. I'm not going to say too much more, but I will say this. This is our Thanksgiving special and I'm very proud of it. I'm thankful for this chat with Justin, I'm thankful he opened up and I'm thankful you get to hear it. And THANK YOU, for continuing to support this podcast. www.98degrees.com www.bombshellradio.com www.embersarts.com www.stereoembersmagaine.com www.alexgreenbooks.com IG: @emberspodcast Email: editor@stereoembersmagazine.com

Being known by the company you keep. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Life exists in both seconds and years. Don't ignore one for the other.” I would like to thank the phone operator and Chief of the Burnham, Illinois Police Department for answering my questions, despite their bizarre nature. (Monday Night) I should have known to not have too good a time. My karma was wacky enough as it was. It was about to get worse in a way I should have foreseen. Ain't hindsight grand? Inside of five seconds I knew how much sharing Libra and Brooke did; a lot. On the plus side, it gave me some wiggle room with Libra where sex with Brooke was concerned. On the super-plus side, Brooke was looking forward to ratcheting up our sex play. I took her to Libra's experiences with all the extra bells and whistles. In this case it meant adding a blindfold and ball-gag to the hand restraints. Brooke handed me a high level of trust unexpected at this early moment in our sexcapade. With a quick empathic insight, I pulled her ball-gag down as her orgasm erupted. She rejoiced in the sound of her rapture echoing around my bedroom. I deceived her into her next climax by whispering a promise to release her then hammering her instead. The whole specter of powerlessness tore her up inside. Best of all, even as she spasmed beneath me, I released her cuffs then pulled up her mask. Her fingernails dug into my trapezius muscles. For over a minute, she clung to me with a deep hunger to feel my heat and sweat against her body. "My turn," she rasped. I pressed my shoulders and head up so I could look into her eyes. She was waiting for this opportunity since she'd talked with Libra. Without question, she'd never been tied down before, or tied a man down and had her way with him. She'd manipulated men most of her life; that was old hat. This was primal, physical and forbidden. She was taking complete control of my person. God, I thought she'd orgasmed when she finished cuffing me to the headboard. Taunting, teasing and hot body contact followed as she put the ball-gag in. Sizzling lips sealed my fate as the blindfold was slipped in place. Having invested so much time using all my senses soaking up the hungry beast that Brooke possessed right beneath her urbane surface, losing my eyesight wasn't a major drawback. For Brooke, this had all the benefits of anonymous sex in a blacked-out room with the bonus of her having the lights on for her use alone. My bet was she had studied stuff on-line. From being sure she wasn't going to have sex with me when she first met, she had graduated to running naked across my living room for what turned out to be lemon slices. The 'fumph' of the Nerf gun made me assume Timothy shot her in the ass as she raced into my room. By the yip from Brooke, I knew Timothy's aim remained frighteningly accurate. Lemon juice and cuts don't mix, or, Brooke enjoyed watching my body jolt as said juice interacted with said 'workplace' mistakes. Was I angry? Nah. Every hiss of pain was followed by lavished kisses, licks and hair lashings. I loved her long black hair draped over my body, flicked around whisk-like and tickling my nose. Brooke was learning my keystone technique; figure out what your partner wants and give them a quick sample. Don't use any one thing too much; make it a treat and they'll appreciate the taste they get even more. When Brooke finally sated us both, it was my turn again. We talked a while. She invited me to a friend's place in the Hamptons which suggested to me the destination was more than some made-up place on TV. I promised to think about it. Brooke took that to mean she needed to work harder to convince me. I honestly had little desire to be trotted around as Brooke's boy toy. Hoping that wouldn't be the case relied a lot on faith. I wasn't sure what I would have in common with any of that crowd, which guided me back to being a stuck up snob for treating a people as a social class and not as human beings. I took out my social anxiety on Brooke. Poor girl; three holes, ten positions and I'm not sure how many times I took her from frenzied peak to frenzied peak. All I knew was when she'd passed all points of previous primeval ecstasy, I finally released her. Brooke curled into a semi-fetal ball and began burrowing into me. "Happy?" I asked as I stroked her sweat-drenched hair. She nodded happily against my chest. "Are you glad you came over?" I continued. Brooke bit me because she knew I was teasing her. "Ow," I grumbled. "I think we have a misunderstanding who is whose sex toy here." "Do I need to bite you again?" Brooke mumbled into my chest. "Point taken," I conceded. Brooke snuggled in even tighter. We wrestled out of bed, stumbled into the shower and took some time off with Timothy. He looked at us and smirked. "Cáel is going to be my boyfriend," Brooke tossed out there. Huh? "What in God's green earth makes you want to do that?" Timothy chuckled. "He's been there when I needed him. Cáel is a real man and it has taken me having a really tough spill to realize that it doesn't matter which alumni your Daddy belongs to, but what you put on the line for your friends that really matters," Brooke enlightened us both. "Seriously Dude," Timothy looked at me with pity. "Cut down on the awesome dicking until somehow polygamy becomes legal," he added, but then, "Brooke, you know he's seeing about a dozen different ladies, right?" "Cáel is looking for a serious relationship," Brooke insisted. Timothy chortled because he knew the likelihood of me settling down was right up there with us sharing a White Christmas in the Bahamas. "Let's go back to bed, Babe," I redirected things to safer waters. "It is your turn to be on top." Brooke, wearing one of my fresh t-shirts and nothing else, hopped off the sofa and let me lead her back to the bedroom for another round of 'not thinking about any other part of my screwed up life except the beautiful woman with me right now' sex. Twenty minutes later, Brooke had encased me in her wanton elixirs, was gyrating her hips as she stroked me inside her snatch while keeping me bound, blind and muffled. My phone rang. "Should I get that?" Brooke teased me. She moved enough to seize my cellular device. "The number is unlisted," she mused. "Who could it be?" I gave a muffled response. She removed the ball-gag enough for me to speak. "Work," I repeated. "It might be work. I'm on-call 24/7." "Damn," Brooke undoubtedly pouted (still blindfolded). She answered the call then placed the phone to my ear. "Cáel, a Security Detail detachment is on their way to your quarters as we speak. You will recognized the code they will use," Katrina's icy calm voice informed me. "Katrina, what is wrong?" I inquired. Normally, I wouldn't get an answer. Katrina's tone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "There has been an incident at your Father's home in Chicago. We do not have clear intelligence at this time. I may have more when you get in," she related. "Understood," I replied. My passionate storm abated and I felt empty inside. Dad. "Cáel?" Brooke sounded worried. "We need to get dressed," I murmured. I had to let Timothy know something was truly wrong. I needed to get Brooke home safely. I; I needed to know more than I did right then. Brooke uncuffed me quickly. I barely had my boxers on when there was a light series of raps on the door. I sprang up, opened my bedroom door, surprising Odette. She must have come back to work a few minutes earlier and was unwinding with some low-volume TV and some sofa time. Timothy was asleep already. "Odette, go back to Timothy's room and warn him something bad may have happened. Go!" I warned. Odette scampered back. Brooke was at my back, trying to move into the main room. "Brooke, stay here. If something unusual happens, hide in the bedroom and don't come out until the police get here. Do you understand?" I met her confusion with an iron stare. She nodded. There was another, more insistent, rapping at my apartment door. I crept up to the portal and gave a counter-knock. "Crab Fisher-woman," a female voice said from the other side. "My Father's Sister," I responded. It was an imperfect code, but effective given the circumstances. I double checked through the spy hole, unlocked the door and let three SD Amazons inside. How bad was it? I doubted these ladies would know more than I did. In Hittite, she said; "Ishara," the leader said, "we have orders to escort you to Havenstone immediately." They weren't blindly expecting me to follow instructions. They had a directive they were following to the best of their ability. In Hittite, she said; “ Will a team be watching my domicile?" I asked. The leader nodded. "We need to take a female I have been with tonight to her dwelling before going on to Havenstone." The SD team leader nodded again. There was no condescension, or argument. They were following orders as if it was my right to issue them. That was how bad things were. Time to get back to English. "Brooke, finish getting dressed. I'm taking you home," I called out. Quite frankly, along with my desire to see Brooke back home safely was my instinct to not split up my guardians. Better a longer trip than two smaller, more vulnerable groups. I was in the process of getting dressed in the living room when Timothy and Odette came out. "Bro?" Timothy asked. "My Father's home was attacked. I have no other details right now," I explained with a sinking feeling in my heart. Timothy read my soul, came up and engulfed me in his mighty arms. Odette added herself to the heart-felt love-pile. "Do you want me to take Odette and head back to Queens for a while?" Timothy asked. He sensed we had limited time. "They," and by 'they' he knew I meant Havenstone, "will have a team watching this place. There are not enough resources to go back and forth to work. I wish I could tell what would keep you safe, but I don't know anymore." "We'll stay put," Timothy declared. Odette nodded. "We'll be here for you when you get back. If any of these psycho-broads want to stop by from time to time, I won't say no." I shot a look to the security team leader and she gave a curt 'okay'. "You'll need an overnight bag!" Odette squeaked. Off she went. Brooke finished getting dressed and came to my side. To your average Lothario, what she did might seem odd. To me, it was the normal refrain; Brooke shoved her panties into my jean's pocket. That was a not so subtle 'Call Me' for when I got back. "Three minutes, Ish; Cáel," the leader updated me. My amateur guess was this was the team from across the street. They had back-up vehicles and personnel streaking down from Havenstone to provide extra security for my move. "Velma," she gave me her name. A quick description was in order. The three Amazons all had Bluetooth devices, shooting glasses and steel-gray long coats that had to be uncomfortable in this upper seventies evening heat. Underneath, they had on light ballistic body armor on their torsos, arms, and legs. Even their dull grey, all-terrain boots looked armored. They had a hip holstered sidearm, most likely a back-up pistol at the small of their backs and a deadly blade, or three. Their main deterrence was their H and K UMP 40 caliber; my second favorite Amazon killing device. Timothy snuck off to get my toiletries, returning around the same time Odette trundled out with an overnight (or three) bag. There was a final round of hugs then Velma indicated it was time to leave. The fourth member of the team was stationed at the top of the third floor stairs. That gave her a good view of my hallway as well as the passage going up and down. Two SD's to the front, Velma and the fourth watching our backs and Brooke caught between giddy and freaking terrified. Things got even more exciting when we hit the bottom of the stairs. Two more ladies were waiting. They put a trench coat on Brooke and she nearly collapsed. The freed up Amazon took my bag while the second put a trench coat on me. I grunted as well. This bitch had to weigh 25 kg. That was some serious ballistic and blast protection. The closest newcomer began attaching my pistol with hip holster on my side while Brooke was 'buttoned up'. I was slipped a few spare clips then was buttoned up as well. "I'm not sure I can walk in this thing," Brooke gave me a weak smile. "Don't worry," I smiled, "I'll carry you." I slipped my arm around Brooke's waist and, on Velma's signal, we rushed out to the middle of three Mercedes Armored GL550s. The doors had barely shut before we were racing away from my favorite home. I walked Brooke up to her apartment, we hugged, kissed and she insisted I go to the Hamptons with her this weekend. I left with that promise unanswered. I didn't ask the Security Detail to do anything else outrageous and they didn't give me any crap about Brooke. Their vigilance didn't end at Havenstone either. No; they formed a tight knot of outward hostility until we marched into Katrina's office. Even then, they spread out over the Executive Services offices as an extended perimeter. Katrina's office was another step up on the unsettling meter. It was Katrina, Saint Marie, Buffy, Helena, and a woman I didn't know yet seemed to belong. "Excuse me?" Saint Marie shot a hostile look my way; actually right behind me. "Don't mind me," Pamela snorted. She was in the process of sneaking into the room. "I'm here for moral support," she concluded then took a seat. "Cáel?" Katrina queried, as if I could somehow exile Pamela from the room. "What's going on?" I began the meeting instead. "Your Father is dead," Katrina reported. If someone ever asked me what it felt like to have an arm cut off, I could truthfully answer them 'Yes'. Dad. "From what we have been able to gather from the video and audio gear the four Amazon Security Detail team assigned to watch over him transmitted, the team was setting up a perimeter when three vehicles with ten men stopped on the juncture of Janus and Kerr streets and approached the house. The team leader made formal recognition and was attacked," Katrina told me. "Are they okay?" I mumbled. I didn't want to know how my Dad died. Had he been in pain? Which side had killed him? Would knowing make a damn bit of difference? "Three of the four members were killed," Saint Marie interjected. "The team commander was killed instantly. The second died defending that corner of your Father's domicile. The third member was killed attempting to rescue your Father. The surviving member stopped the enemy from escaping with your Father's body, but was too badly injured to extricate herself and is now in police custody." "What are we going to do about this?" I inquired. Pamela was a lying bitch. She'd lied to Brianna because the truth would have gotten me and Dad killed. Dad had still died, but Pamela had kept me alive. "There is nothing we can do," the stranger spoke up. "Troika of House Šauška." "You are joking, right?" I stared at her. "He was a male, not of;” Troika began to state. "You do know your Amazon law, correct?" I countered. She gave a curt tilt of the head. "Recount the means of succession to the Head of a House then please explain to the room how my Father, the descendant of Vranus, fits into all that." Cha-ching! "Oh, by the Seven Goddesses!" Saint Marie jumped up. "They murdered the Head of House Ishara!" Katrina was already back on top; ahead of the game. "But what does that make him?" Troika pointed at me. "It confirms him as the Head of House Ishara. We can sugar-coat it and say Cáel, being the only 'active' member of Havenstone 'represented' the Head of House Ishara. By our traditions though, Ferko Nyilas was the lawful head of a 'First' House. Certainly four days were not enough time to settle the manner in an acceptable way," Katrina said. "At the very least, House Ishara would have been given 28 days to resolve any matters of succession internally," Katrina pointed out. "There was no deception. Cáel worked for Havenstone, so was our active member. The existence of his Father was known. It is in his basic file. It was highly unlikely that ANY House wanted to bring another male into the mix so the matter of his ascension was left unquestioned." "This is Casus Belli," Troika stood up and declared in a firm voice. "I will inform Hayden. We must know the perpetrators of this act, Katrina. I will prepare to relate this breach of the Protocols to the other Signatories." "To make sure I have this straight, I can defend any member of my family, no matter who they are, without violating the Protocols?" I questioned. "Can I kill them?" "That is correct," Troika appeared confused. "Other Signatories cannot harm, or detain your family in any way." I gave a bitter, hollow laugh. Dad; Dad wouldn't have understood, but Mom would have, no doubt. "Troika; hell, everyone but Pamela and Katrina, I am Cáel Nyilas, grandson of The Cáel O'Shea and those people who murdered my Dad very well may have been my family," I felt like crying. That was good because I was crying. I had talked to Dad early Monday morning. I had been so nervous about not leaving any trace of Mom behind that I couldn't recall if I said 'I love you' to him. I'd never get the chance to make up for that oversight. As I began to take in the faces around me, I realized Ishara had gifted me with a respite. No one else knew who Cáel O'Shea was; yet. "Troika," I started out. I could tell she was still having difficulty with the 'Man as someone worthy of stating an opinion' moment. "When the Council decides that the Illuminati have breached the Protocols, do I have a deciding vote on what we do; since Dad was my family?" "No," Troika clarified, "and what makes you think it was the Illuminati?" Pamela laughed at her. "Because I killed Cáel's Grandfather when that man was head of the Illuminati; slit his throat and rendered him incapable of resuscitation. The rest of that twisted clan have only now discovered that there is a successor, genetically, to the Old Man and you are looking at him," Pamela related in an amused tone. "Perhaps; just perhaps; they were interested in what happened to Cáel's Mother and the man she mated with to produce Cáel; who also happened to be the Head of House Ishara and now leaves this man (me) as the last of his kind; coming and going," Pamela finished, "for both the Amazons and the O'Shea family/the Illuminati." Troika was having problems fitting all the puzzle pieces. Saint Marie cut to the heart of the matter because she listens to me. "If you go to war against the O'Shea's you are being forced to fight your own family," the Golden Mare stared at me in shock. "Let me get this straight," Troika stood up, waving for silence. "When the O'Shea's killed Ferko Nyilas, they murdered the Head of a First House. They also murdered a member of their own family by way of marriage." She seemed totally flummoxed. Everyone agreed about how screwed up everything was. Breach? No Breach? "Welcome to life working with Cáel Nyilas," Katrina declared. There was a pause. "I'll let the professionals figure out the finer points of diplomacy. I have to go," I said. "Were do you think you are going?" Buffy popped up. Until this moment, she'd had no role in affairs. My safety though; "I am going home to bury my Father, Buffy," I announced. This was not a discussion. "Shouldn't we take his body to the cliffs?" Troika suggested. "My Father will face the Afterlife with my Mother at his side. It was his wish and I'm not going to start dictating to my Ancestors now," I sighed. I was trying to make light of my pain. By the looks on their faces, I was failing. I had barely exited the office, Buffy, Helena and Pamela in tow. The security team was closing in and my phone rang. "Cáel Nyilas," I answered sadly. "Mr. Nyilas, this is Investigator Brewster of the Burnham Police Department. I need a few moments of your time," a man's voice requested. I hesitated. I looked at my watch. "Yes; Dad?" I finally spoke. "Mr. Nyilas, your father seems to have been murdered late this evening in a bungled attempted burglary," he lied. It was a good lie. If he really believed a bungled robbery consisted of two heavily armed groups shooting a small residential home to pieces he was; nah, he was lying. "I'm on the next flight to Chicago," was the response I chose. I had so many 'loser' replies to choose from. "That would be helpful, Mr. Nyilas," he told me. "Do you know when I can expect you?" "Ah; I have no idea when the next plane from New York to Chicago is, but if I can buy a ticket on it, I'm there," I countered. Admittedly, me having a plane ticket for home would have been damn suspicious. "One last thing, Mr. Nyilas, do you have any idea why someone would want to murder your father? Anything you could tell us could be of great assistance," he pressed. "Yes, I have a clue who murdered my Father and I'll point you to the dead bodies when I'm done," I snapped; quite literally and mentally snapped. Pause. "Mr. Nyilas, I understand you are upset, but do not do anything rash. Now, could your father have been murdered for anything you might have done, or are doing?" Det. Brewster kept is game face on. "We'll have this chat when I get to Chicago. Until then, take care," I said before hanging up. "Smooth," Pamela gently chastised me. "I actually liked him going all 'Mafia Don' on that cop," Buffy countered. "I'll arrange for Havenstone to get us transportation to Chicago," Helena added. "No," I countermanded her. "You two stay here and finish up business. Join me late Tuesday night, or early Wednesday morning." By the looks Buffy and Helena gave me they were surprised; and proud. I was keeping to my 'Runner' induction time table. My family would not be diminished by this tragedy. It would grow. Come Wednesday morning, we would add twenty new voices to Ishara's war cry. "I'll take the first commercial flight available," I continued. "We cannot protect you on a civilian aircraft, Ishara," Velma warned me. "They; the authorities are expecting me to show up at O'Hare, so I'm showing up at O'Hare, like a normal person," I reminded her. "I'll also need to know at what hospital they are keeping our sister." Our sister; the sole surviving Amazon who nearly gave her life for Dad. The SD picked up on that immediately. Another leap had been made. I wasn't a masculine monster, raging against a female warrior who had failed. By the tone of my voice, they knew I was in grief yet not overcome by it. She was the last member of the Host to see my Father alive and she might hold the closure I needed. "It will be done," Velma decided. "We will have your team meet you at O'Hare." "My team?" I asked. "Rachel; her team," Velma clarified. That was enough good for me. "Oh, and get Pamela a ticket as well. I'd hate to have her mug another passenger and take theirs," I sighed. Pamela patted me on the back; an 'atta boy'. (Monday Noon) (The hospital) That was not the first time I wondered about how fatal Pamela had been in her prime. In fact, I wasn't sure that post-60 wasn't her best time yet. The only mistake the police officer guarding the Amazon's hospital room made was to sit in a chair. Pamela had long ago mastered the peon-craft that Rosetta had started to teach me. The policeman looked up, stared right through her then looked the other way. His gaze never swept back in my direction. She jabbed him quickly underneath both arms, paralyzing them for a few seconds. That was all she needed. Hers hand clamped over his eyes and on his throat, cutting off the blood flow to the brain before his hands could recover. He appeared to the outside world to have taken a nap. According to Pamela, we had roughly three minutes before he came around. Pamela kept walking down the hall as if nothing happened. I came ten steps behind, guarded by a gun-less Rachel as I entered the Intensive Care Unit. A few of the staff looked our way, but no one impeded our progress. According to the Duty Nurse, the Amazon had exited surgery barely an hour ago. Her eyes opened to slits as I approached her beside. "We stand before the Eye of the World," I whispered. That meant surveillance. "I cannot tell you what is in my heart. My name is Cáel Nyilas. Does that name mean anything to you?" Her hand flopped. I put two fingers into her feeble gasp. One squeeze; yes. "I am grateful for your prowess and I share in your sorrow for those who will no longer fight in this life. Please heal and grow strong for this is the start, not the finish," I completed. She squeezed my fingers once more. I stepped aside, letting Rachel take my place. They didn't exchange words but communicated volumes. We slipped out of the room while the guard was still groggy. Pamela was nowhere to be seen. That proved to be pre-sentient when a group of people with the propensity to flash IDs caught up to me at the ground floor. Had the backdrop of this fiasco not been the death of my Father, I might have enjoyed the twitching/counter-twitching going on between Rachel, who desperately wanted any one of her guns, and the cops who were picking up on that desire. "Mr. Nyilas, I am;” and the introductions came pouring in. I had Theodora Chumwell and Brock Miklos, Special Agents of the FBI, John Rios, Special Agent with the ATF, Investigator Horace Brewster from the Burnham PD and Homicide Detective Lisa Capella from the Chicago PD. "We would like to talk with you," Theodora took charge. "Can I ask a question first?" I raised my hand. That appeared to set them off their game plan. "Of course," Theodora allowed. "Okay; FBI, ATF, a homicide detective from Chicago and the only law enforcement official who has any business being here," I finished with Brewster. "I may not be a Rhodes Scholar, but this seems a bit extreme for the burglary/murder of a long-time employee of Illinois Power and Light. Does anyone care to fill me on what the hell is going on?" I looked over the group. "Oh, and thank you Investigator Brewster for your call. I know I didn't take the news well." "Was that the part where you said you would point to the dead bodies?" Theodora took charge. "Yes, I think that was the gaff I was referring to," I agreed. "Why are you here, Mr. Nyilas?" Lisa Capella jumped in. She had decided to not go along with the FBI playbook. "I came to see the woman found alive in my family home," I replied smoothly. "She is probably still in surgery," Lisa gave a twist of the lips; sex. "Oh, she got out an hour ago," I enlightened them. "Let's take this conversation to FBI Headquarters," Theodora 'suggested'; you know, in the way that really wasn't a suggestion. "Have you gone to see that woman?" Lisa wouldn't let up; good for her. It was upsetting Theodora and I'd already decided that Brewster was my go-to guy on this investigation. "Yes," I responded to Lisa. "Isn't she under police protection?" Lisa and Theodora blurted out together. "There was a policeman at her door," I shrugged. "We went in and I talked to her." "What did she say?" Theodora brushed Lisa aside. "Nothing. She had one of those tubes down her throat. Whatever I said; well, I was emotional," I evaded. "She was barely conscious." Lisa was urgently contacting her guy who was supposed to be watching the only person in custody they had. He claimed to have 'blacked out'. He couldn't remember anyone coming in to see the woman and swore he hadn't been unconscious for any length of time. He went in, checked up on the Amazon and she was fine; for someone who had been shot six times. "We should go to the FBI offices," Theodora repeated. "I'm going home," I sighed sadly. "I want to go home." "It is still an active crime scene," John told me. "There won't be any civilian access for some time." Translation: until they decided to give me the carrot instead of the stick. "Please, come with us," FBI Special Agent Brock added his weight. "No. I'm going with Burnham PD," I countered. "You can find me there." "That's not how it works," Theodora upped her authority meter. Lisa had fallen back, trying to take in the bigger picture. Brewster was clearly trying to recall if he had Any history with me, or my Dad, that would make me trust him over the others. "I may be a liberal arts major from northern New England, but I know how a larynx works," I regarded Theodora. "Unless I choose to make a sound, it does nothing. Nothing is about to be all we have left to do and say." "Don't you want to help solve your Father's murder?" Brock tried to sound both sympathetic and threatening at the same time. I was suddenly bombarded with the taste of Lime Sherbet and Jalapenos Ice Cream. "Really? Fine; I'm going to hang out with the only person in this room I know is working on my Father's murder, not on their career," I reposed. "We are all trying to;” Lisa got out. "You maybe," I gave Lisa that much. "My Father made around $70,000 a year after twenty-six years for Illinois P and L. He had almost paid off the colossal debt built up by my Mother's illness and my college expenses." "As far as I know, he took out one loan his entire life; from a bank; and he paid it off," I continued. "He was a lapsed Catholic, a member of the IBEW; Local 9, and he jogged. He barely used e-mail and had no close friends I am aware of. The only woman he loved was my Mother and he mourned her to the day he died." "What about your activity?" Theodora inquired. We weren't running off to her playground; yet. Handcuffing a grieving son would look bad and, by my attitude, wouldn't make me talkative in the least. "I have the unfortunate habit of sleeping with every woman I meet," I began. "So that's over 200 erotic encounters. I get annoyed with people throwing their weight around," I continued, "which is why you and I are getting off on the wrong foot, Special Agent Theodora Chumwell. I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments, getting paid an insane amount to fetch laundry and keep secrets. Good enough?" "No, it is not;” Theodora simmered. "How did you know about the existence of the woman upstairs and how did you know to come here?" Lisa interrupted. "I grew up in that house, know the neighbors and know this is the closest EMS center to home," I lied convincingly. "Who are you?" Brewster decided that I wasn't exiting the hospital gracefully so turned on Rachel. She didn't speak, choosing to be creepy and brandishing a wallet instead. I kept forgetting that most full-blooded Amazons had minimal socialization with outsiders. Having graduated elementary school, everyone else knew this was a bizarre reaction. "Rachel Louis," Brewster read off the license in the wallet. A normal person would have acknowledged that somehow; not Rachel. "You are Rachel Louis, aren't you?" "Yes, she is," I intervened. "Rachel is a co-worker at Havenstone and she is misanthropic misandrist." There was a pregnant pause. The confusion wasn't with 'misanthropic'. It was a grown-up word in usage with colorful police-types. It was 'misandrist' that had them stumped. "Rachel is an unsociable man-hater," I explained. "Standing at my side in this hospital is ten kinds of Hell for her." "What kind of piece do you normal carry?" Rios asked her. Unsocial didn't mean stupid. "I use a Glock-22 and Rachel carries a STI Perfect 10," I answered. "We have been experiencing quite a gopher problem around the office." I could have done better; I should have done better. I was just too tired inside to create an inventive lie. "Do have gun licenses for those weapons?" Mr. ATF kept prodding at our cover story. "It seems Ms. Louis; is it Ms. Ms. Louis?" Brewster continued. I flashed Rachel a look which she interpreted correctly. "Yes, my name is Ms. Rachel Louis," Rachel replied. To me, "I find this distraction to be annoying. We should go." "It would seem Ms. Louis has all kinds of;” Brewster got out before Rachel snatched the wallet from his grip with the speed of a Peregrine Falcon. Brewster had this stunned look familiar to crows, doves and starlings the world over as one of their kin passed into the next life in a flash. A combination of 'No you didn't!' with 'what the flock?' "Ah;” Brewster got out. "On that note, I think we will be going," I shrugged. To Rachel, "You do not get out enough." "Can I see your wallet again?" Brewster was still confused by Rachel's rudeness. He was a cop for the love of God. People not wanting to go to jail do not snatch things from a cop's hands. "I gave you my wallet. I am not to blame if you used its time in your possession unwisely," Rachel counterattacked. "Unless there is a legal technicality, we shall be leaving. If there is a legal issue, here," she produced a business card with a flourish, "is the contact information for our legal department." Theodora took the card gingerly then read it. "Havenstone again," she mused. "Are you sure this is the path you wish to take, Mr. Nyilas?" "Are you insane?" I trembled with emotion. "I want to be back in New York, working my queue and thinking about what my date and I will be doing tonight. I want my Dad to be alive. I don't want to be thinking that the last time we talked I forgot to tell him I loved him." "Path, you Idiot!" I screamed at Theodora. Screw it, I was crying again. "Not a damn thing any of you can do will bring my Dad back to me; so fuck off!" In a strange way, that was what they had been looking for. Not my wounded soul, but my rage and pain toward a World suddenly found to be cruel and pointless. Behind my crumbling façade was another worry. Outside in the parking lot were three Amazons with weapons ready to rush to my aid. It wasn't that the Host was rash, or reckless, by nature. I was one of the fifty-six most important people in their society. Three other SD members had died in the defense of House Ishara already and they were damn sure those women would not have died in vain. I wasn't leaving in federal custody willingly and if I walked out in restraints, I wasn't sure if they would decide offing some law enforcement agents and staging my kidnapping was the best course of action. Remember, I wanted to bury my Father. They wanted to keep me alive. If those two goals collided, they would apologize after the fact. "Mr. Nyilas, I really believe we should;” Theodora got out then I brushed past her. It was a delicate moment and the chemistry between Rachel and I wasn't lost on most of them. She was a bodyguard yet my servant too. It was professional tribalism; two words that don't normally get along. Rios picked up on the other undercurrent. He recoiled from Rachel, retreating to buy space when/if Rachel attacked. Unlike the rest, he sensed that aggression by law enforcement would be met with lethal force. The Amazon didn't care about the badge and the legions of fellow officers backing it up. She was fearless. Things weren't over yet. "Mr. Nyilas, where are you going next?" Detective Lisa came after us. "I; I don't know," I muttered. "Where is my Father's body? I know he wanted to be cremated and buried beside Mom; I guess." Brewster came hurrying along. "He is at the Medical Examiner's Office," Lisa informed me. "Come with me." "Why don't you give me the address?" I sighed. "Do you and your buddy know your way around Chicago, Hometown Boy?" Lisa kept it up. She was hitting on me and lining me up at the same time. "How about we cut to the chase?" I looked at her with tear-soaked eyes. "We'll take my cars; cars with an 's'," I offered. "I am a hometown boy. I've never had a reason to locate the Medical Examiner before. Since I have a boatload of angry women with guns who will not fit into your sedan and leaving them behind isn't an option, mine is the only means of travel that makes sense." Low and behold, the two cops looked at each other then followed Rachel and I to our little caravan. We were too close for the officers to have missed Rachel snapping off some quick, coded instructions to her team; most likely to hide the seriously illegal firearms. To say the Amazons were not pleased with my decisions spoke volumes to their concern for me and lack of police experience. Pamela, who had beaten us back to the cars, seemed privately entertained as always. Rachel was reluctantly sitting up front. Lisa, Brewster and I were in the second row and Pamela sat in back. Not only did the two not get a good look at Pamela, she was perfectly placed to do all kinds of mischief unseen. "So the woman upstairs works with you?" Lisa asked as we pulled out. "Where to?" Tiger Lily (I still wasn't used to that name) requested of our Police 'buddies'. Lisa popped off the address. It was 'I'll scratch your back, you'll scratch mine'. Tiger Lily entered the data into the onboard computer and off we went. "No. She does not work for me, or my boss, directly. She was at my Father's on my behalf though I was unaware of it," I related. "Are you going to tell us what the hell happened?" Brewster prodded. "That I don't know. I am not personally aware of anyone who would want to kill my Father, or me," I answered. "Anyone who would want to get at me would come at me, not Dad," I continued. "I don't live in a fortress. It is a hardly spacious apartment near the East River. I share the place with my roommate, Timothy Denver, and a; companion by the name of Odette Sievert." "Companion? Is she; a working girl?" Lisa went searching. "No, I use the term companion to indicate she's too nice a girl for me. She's sweet, conscientious and giving. My only wish for Odette is that she finds a guy who can appreciate her a hell of a lot more than I do," I explained. "Timothy is my gay, body-building tattoo artist best friend. I've gotten the feeling he's busted some heads in his time. Hardly anything noteworthy." "Mr. Nyilas, have you ever considered that you live a very messy life?" Brewster pondered. "One does not 'consider' what one knows to be true. One knows it to be true and moves on," I grumbled. "Yes, I know I live a screwed up life." "What about your friends here?" Lisa indicated the other three women in the vehicle. This elicited another groan from me. "Investigator Brewster; Horace and Detective Capella; Lisa, please call me Cáel. This is the point I accept that I am exhausted and not in any shape to make good decisions. I'll plead the Fifth," I confessed. "We already know you were in New York when your father was murdered, Mister; Cáel," Brewster stated. "Everyone we've talked to says you and your father were very close. Barring some expensive Life Insurance policy being taken out on him, we have no reason to suspect you had a direct hand in his death. Not being a suspect, that implies you have no Fifth Amendment, or Miranda Rights to hide behind; just so we are clear," Brewster schooled me. "I can make this game of footsy easy on all of you," Pamela whispered. The officers jolted in their seats. "Cáel cannot talk to you for the very reason the Fifth Amendment exists." "You are not like the rest of this menagerie," Lisa noted. "Nah, I kill people for a living. The rest of the group has some code of conduct that keeps you two alive," Pamela smiled. Those two didn't know what to make of Pamela's statement because it was so sincere yet incredible. "If Cáel tells you anything else he will be admitting to his involvement in a criminal conspiracy. Said conspiracy is why Ferko Nyilas is dead, but Cáel had nothing to do with it," Pamela enlightened them. Fact digestion time for the two law dogs. Brewster recovered faster. "But why was Ferko Nyilas murdered?" he asked. "The men didn't come to kill him," Pamela kept talking about the tea and crumpets. "They probably showed up to escort him to a place where some far more important scumbags could talk with him." "The all-girl squad was there and Ferko was caught in the crossfire," Lisa mumbled. "Why was there a firefight if his life was in danger and both sides wanted him alive?" "Stupidity," Pamela replied. "Give any group of people guns and then surprise them, stupid shit happens; I apologize Cáel." "I don't buy that," Brewster said. "They simply started shooting at each other; no." "Okay Horace, let me break it down for you. The ladies were told to go there and guard the guy without being told why. The men who showed up were most likely told to grab Ferko without knowing why either." "That makes no sense," Lisa protested. "Congratulations. That is why Cáel can't talk to you anymore," Pamela smirked. "This is the sort of crap he has inadvertently been caught up with; no fault of his own. If he did any of this on purpose, I'd kill him myself." "He is some poor schmuck who only wanted a 7 to 5 job, to make tons of money and bedding a different girl every night," Pamela teased me. "He's no criminal mastermind, or even a convincing criminal. If he has a failing it is that he tends to merely beat up people who deserve to have their spleens ripped out instead. I'm training him to be smarter than that." "Who are you?" Brewster gawked. Pamela gave a sinister smile. Lisa looked at me. "I've fought a woman with a twelve foot stick with a pointy bit of metal at the end with little thought to my personal safety. This lady (Pamela) scares me. She is with me because I have no means of stopping her and I put saving others a great deal of pain and suffering over my own unsettled nerves." "Do you really think you are that good?" Lisa half-turned around to face Pamela. "Do you want your gun back?" Pamela offered up a police issue Glock 22, grip first. My kind of gun. How sad. I was too depressed to seduce Officer Lisa. Brewster reached around to check is firearm. It was still there, much to his relief. "How did you do that?" Lisa wondered as she retrieved and inspected her weapon. Pamela tapped Brewster's shoulder with the man's magazine. Brewster was aghast. She'd stolen his gun, taken out the ammo and returned it without him noticing. "I found it on the floor. The truth is a bit more expensive than you are willing to pay at the moment, believe me," Pamela grinned. Why had Pamela showboated? She was buying me some mental respite. She was also exhibiting to the two police folks that there might be some truth to her outlandish tale of criminal conspiracies. Unlike the other Amazons, Pamela knew we had to maintain friendly relations with some part of law enforcement if I was going to bury my Father. (The Medical Examiner's Office) So much happens in life we rarely put the timespan of events in context. Talking with a person in line who turns out to make your day better/worse, become a friend and/or a date. In a matter of a few seconds your life has been altered. Two minutes later and you would have missed getting the concert tickets where you meet your future; whomever. Two minutes sooner and you get caught in the 'speed trap' instead of the other poor sap who you drive past as they sit on the side of the road keeping the patrol officer company. His/her insurance rate goes up while you have that extra money for later. Had we arrived two minutes earlier to the morgue; disaster aborted. Two minutes later would have equated to a frustrating mystery. Life was not so kind. It was the same group as before; Detective Lisa, Investigator Horace, Rachel and I. We had just added an Assistant Medical Examiner who was going over information garnered from the autopsy with the two cops. Pamela was 'checking things out', whatever that meant. The key to it all was Rachel being Rachel. Security Detail are more than simply elite fighting-women. They are also bodyguards, security specialist and normally stack a third specialty into the mix. When Rachel spotted five armed people in the hallway right outside the Medical Examiner's autopsy room, her alertness spiked. Only one was a uniformed police officer. Rachel was still gun-less. The two EMS personnel rolling an occupied body bag out on a gurney shouldn't have had on their heavy jackets on a late June afternoon. The other two men were chatting about something. That wasn't unusual. Where they were standing was; to Lisa's experienced eye. Rachel's heightened anxiety made Lisa double-check everything. Horace didn't know what was wrong yet when Lisa's hand came to rest on her piece, he put his hand on his Ruger SR45. "Excuse me," Lisa called out. No one stopped moving. "Excuse me," Lisa demanded in a louder voice. "I am Detective Lisa Capella, Chicago Police Department; Homicide Division. What is going on?" That was a reach. Bodies exit the morgue all the time. The two people with the body made sense. The two 'odd' fellows weren't breaking any law. In cop-talk, this was called 'gut instinct'. She produced her badge. There was a quick look by the two ambulance folk to the farther of the two 'talking' men. That group were rather competent, just not competent conmen. The two EMS guys turned and tried to give Lisa a causal look. "What can we do for you, officer?" the designated diplomat asked nonchalantly. "Whose body is that?" Lisa inquired. "I'm not sure; all we do is pick 'em up and take them to the appropriate funeral home," he shrugged. "Take ten seconds and show me the release order," Lisa gave a chilly command. The cop at the far end of the hall; the one with the door that lead to the loading/unloading area, was starting to clue in that something wasn't right. "Oh, by the Great Pumpkin, this is bad," Brewster muttered under his breath like a thousand other fathers who engaged in the daily struggle to not curse at work so they wouldn't curse around their children. "Of course, Detective Capella," the diplomat nodded. "Is there a problem?" He carefully pulled out his smart phone and handed it over. Lisa wasn't born yesterday. She handed the phone to me instead of looking at it herself. She was keeping her eyes on the guys with guns. They really did have an order to transfer my Father to a mortuary. Apparently I had requested this be done; without my knowledge. "Cáel Nyilas requested his father be taken to the Green Meadows mortuary in Cicero," I informed Lisa, Rachel and Horace. "I need to talk to Mr. Nyilas," Lisa informed them. "If I can't talk to him, I can't let the body leave this building. This is an ongoing investigation." The 'diplomat' was worried yet Lisa had given him an out. After I returned his phone, he called his off-site boss, who gave him a number which the diplomat gave to Lisa. Lisa called 'me' without my phone ringing. Even so, 'I' confirmed the authorization. The four gunmen relaxed as Lisa hung up. "One more question," Lisa pulled a 'Columbo', "was this a rush job, or are you all 'not ready for prime time players'?" The 'diplomat' made one last lunge at deception. "Detective Capella, our work order is legitimate," he shrugged helplessly. "I don't know what you mean?" "Funeral homes have their own uniforms; they do not dress as EMS," Lisa deconstructed their illusions. "The bodies of murder victim are not released by the Medical Examiner until a cause of death is known and that information is released to the homicide detective assigned to the case; that would be me, if there was any doubt. Your two buddies down the hall could have read and critiqued the Magna Carta in the time it has taken for you to do your 'song and dance'," Lisa pointed out. "Oh, and the real Cáel Nyilas is standing next to me. Whoever talked with me on the phone is going to jail too. Now I suggest the four of you face the wall, put your hands over your head, palms against the wall and no one will get hurt." Darwin check time; they drew their guns. Of course they drew their guns. Why would they not draw their guns considering the farthest enemy was all of 4 meters away and the only immediately cover was my Dad's horizontal corpse? Gurneys tend to be lightweight and mostly empty space. The quickest on the draw was one of the two 'talkers'. He whipped out a 357 Magnum revolver and popped two shots into the police officer next to him; right in the center mass at less than 2 meters; ouch. Rachel was next, making a diving front roll between the two cops, toward the two fake EMS guys. I was right behind her, except my plan was to vault Dad's body and get at the second talker. I was not acting sanely. The second talker went in the next split second. He had brought a sawed-off automatic shotgun to the fight. His first salvo blew a chunk out of the wall next to Lisa's hip. She was less than an eye-blink behind as she put two slugs into the 'diplomat's' armored chest. He was kind enough to drop his Mac 11 from his twitching fingers and into Rachel's hands. Less than a single heartbeat later, the 'diplomat's EMS buddy revealed his own Mac 11. His mistake was not shooting his first target; Brewster. He was tracking Rachel and me instead, hoping to catch us together in a spray of lead. The general feeling was that, for all his law enforcement experience, Investigator Brewster had never actually shot at anyone before. His cop instincts kicked into overdrive. The perpetrators appeared to be wearing body armor and possessed a small arsenal of illegal weapons. His aim tweaked up, he pulled the trigger and a 45 ACP round effectively decapitated his target; our first confirmed casualty. My encounter with the Latin Kings had been a lesson in poor tactical flexibility. This time, by unspoken agreement, the two talkers were exercising their tactical acumen as they began withdrawing toward the exit. With the short range, width of the hall and lack of cover, being shot at by a shotgun, or a 357 didn't make much difference. I was trying to jump onto the gurney and launch myself at the two when my toe caught on the bottom of Dad's body, turning my heroic rush into a face-plant on Father. The men's cover fire worked on Lisa and Horace. Lisa, being more exposed, had to dive flat. Horace crouch-ran to Rachel. Rachel, with her submachine gun, was firing a steady stream of bullets from between the gurney's top surface and bottom shelf. Her shots shattered shotgun guy's shins and blasted off his knee caps. As that bastard screamed and toppled forward, Rachel emptied the magazine into both his thighs and his right hip. By the copious nature of the blood spray, an artery had been clipped, if not severed. Horace grabbed the back of my jacket and yanked me off the gurney, down to his side. Lisa fired off a few shots at the vanishing leader, but he was already out the door. Rachel was rifling the closest EMS's headless body, looking for a fresh clip for the M 11. "Don't," Horace cautioned her. Lisa was running to the door. "Rachel, leave the gun and follow me," I commanded. "Wait," Horace called out. He was in an impossible situation. The bold Assistant ME began looking for any survivors, starting with the diplomat. Detective Capella was chasing after a possible cop-killer. I was already running after Lisa and Horace couldn't ride herd on Rachel, catch me and support Lisa all at once. Rachel muttered in Hittite 'dirty goat' at my fleeting form. I was sure its true meaning was far nastier. "Da-darn it," Horace grimaced as he started rushing after the three of us. I doubted it was any consolation to Horace that Lisa shot me an evil look when I caught up to her at the loading dock. There were no cars peeling away and had the bad guy fled out the huge doors 15 meters away, she would have seen him. Rachel arrived next. "Secure my Father's body," I instructed. She wasn't pleased but she wasn't talking back either. Horace showed up last of all. He was talking over his walky-talky, updating the Chicago PD on all the crazy, tragic crap that had gone down. Rachel slipped past Horace on her way back to Dad. The unspoken order was for her to re-arm and stay close, something she couldn't do under Horace's watchful gaze. Lisa and Horace were working out a plan to take their perpetrator down and it didn't include me. I was a civilian after all. My thinking was traipsing in a different direction. They were thinking criminal evasion. I was thinking stone cold, bad-ass killer. He may have already killed one police officer in cold blood. Why not make it three? There was also the mathematics of it all. Two guns are more likely to hit a target than one; I had learned that bit of tactical insight from my time with Aya. My disadvantage was my advantage. I didn't have a gun so I didn't have to position myself so I could shoot at anyone else. "Here I go," I alerted the two officers. My body was flying onto the loading deck before they could stop me. My cockamamie idea saved my life. Maybe he thought I stumbled and lost my piece. Maybe, at the last second, he saw through my deception. Maybe he was wondering what the last episode of 'Defiance' would be like. We'll never know. According to Lisa, he was tracking my fall with his 3 57 Magnum. He didn't shoot because he only had two bullets left, hadn't been able to reload yet and his Berretta 9 mm back-up pistol was on the other side of his body. Two bullets; two cops, he was probably sure he could beat me to death. Anyway, when he figured out the sacrificial lamb was the unarmed me, he returned his aim to the entryway, Lisa and Horace. The guy wasn't behind any sort of cover. He was pressed against the wall so he wouldn't be able to bring his other pistol into play inside that first split second. When Lisa shot him, it had to hurt, but didn't put him down. She shot again; missed. He shot, missed, shot again hitting Lisa and knocking her back and down. The leader pivoted off the wall, bringing his Berretta to bare on Investigator Brewster. A lifetime inside the blink of an eye; Horace's bullet hit the criminal; major brain splatter. Poor Horace. Horace was falling onto his side, taking a wild shot and hoping to keep the gunman from shooting Lisa and I when he accidentally ended the man's existence. The lead bad guy's final shot zipped passed Horace's left shoulder, over my legs and ricocheted off the loading dock wall and into space. Good old Lisa, she staggered to her feet then stumbled over to the gunman, seeking some signs of life. He was alive. Horace's 45 slug had 'only' removed the top half of his brain so the heart and lungs were still being told to beat and breath. As she was making her own call for Emergency Services, a piece of the man's skull that had been clinging to the wall plopped down. That broke Horace. He began vomiting. I rolled over to a sitting position. Rachel peeked in then utilized her blue tooth to stop the rest of the SD team from swarming me in a public building. Cops began showing up. As soon as Detective Capella had made her initial report and dealt with the traumatic injuries among the survivors, she turned on me. "Are you insane!" she screamed at yours truly. "Yes," I muttered. "I've been trying to tell you that for over an hour now." "This is not a joking matter," Lisa moved into my personal space. Was I really so far gone I didn't want sex? Nah; I could do her. "I could have killed people." "To be fair," I stood up, "you didn't kill anyone." The policeman was clinging to life, the 'diplomat' had been saved by his body armor and the second talker's prospects didn't look promising. "Horace buried two and I'm betting the guy Rachel shot isn't going to survive having both his femoral arteries cut. Two decades of Law  and  Order has taught me that some sort of Internal Affair's investigation is going to happen. I imagine there is a great deal of surveillance video so you should be vindicated quickly. We are still going to part ways for a while," I pointed out. "Take care." I made to leave. "Where do you think you are going?" Lisa grabbed my arm. "You were involved in a gunfight in a major municipal building. You can't walk away." "Yes I can," I grunted. "Horace, I've pointed you at the dead bodies," I told the Burnham investigator. "Good luck," I patted him on the shoulder. The look he came back with wasn't one of resigned defeat. Oh no, he was going to figure out what the fuck was going on, or else. The rest of the Chicago PD wasn't letting to let us leave either, so off Rachel and I were taken to the closest Precinct where we were non-communicative. (Back with the Feds) Theodora rescued me and Rachel into Federal custody where we were equally useless. It didn't take me long to figure out that, compared to Rachel, I was being downright verbose. If me being a jackass was a bonus for the Feds, they didn't exhibit an ounce of appreciation. I really loved Special Agent John Rios getting all 'super ass-kicker' on me. I was looking at 'serious' federal jail time. I was a 'domestic terrorist' and under the Patriot Act; then I fell out of my chair laughing. I was fatigued; my ability to separate desire from reality was fading plus I always fought back with my wits before my fists. "I've been awake for thirty-six hours," I chuckled as I regained my seat. "What is your excuse for being delusional?" I snorted. "I trip up cocky bastards like you all the time," John sat on the table, hovering above me. "You think you've got all the angles covered. You don't, Mr. Nyilas. People like you take things for granted, screw up and then you are all turning on each other like rats." "Ugh," I sighed. "Fine, Brainiac, what am I doing wrong? To clarify the question for you, what crime am I involved with that makes me a criminal, a terrorist, or a criminal terrorist?" "Guns, Cáel Nyilas," John sneered. "With all the people running around with all those firearms, it is pretty freaking obvious." "Wow; uh; John;” I started. <

Send us a textWelcome to The Gamerheads Podcast! Mike and Phil kick off with a Halloween recap, sharing quirky trick-or-treating memories and Roger's fictional cross-country "trick-or-treating world record" attempt. They also revisit Halloween classics like It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and The Simpsons' Treehouse of Horror, capturing the cozy nostalgia of Halloween night.November Game Releases: Is the Big Season Back?The hosts turn their attention to November's releases, wondering if the month is reclaiming its former status as a top season for new games. They discuss Tetris Forever, Lego Horizon, Dragon Quest 3 HD Remake, and Metal Slug Tactics, noting a wide variety of titles but a lack of major holiday blockbusters.Game Review Spotlight: Retro RealmsMike reviews Retro Realms, a horror-themed indie game featuring classic characters like Michael Myers and Ash from Evil Dead. Though he enjoys the retro style and collectibles, he finds input lag disrupts gameplay. Despite this, the horror atmosphere and unique arcade setting provide a fun experience.Creepy Card Games: InscryptionThe crew dive into Inscryption, a card-based horror game blending escape-room puzzles with roguelike mechanics. Trapped in a mysterious cabin, players face off against a sinister figure, building eerie tension through unsettling visuals and atmospheric storytelling. While the game's tough, both enjoy the unique mix of horror and strategy.Wrapping Up the Halloween Season: Farewell, Retro Game FrankensteinWith Halloween over, Mike and Phil bid farewell to their seasonal segment “Retro Game Frankenstein,” until next year. Check out Gamerheadspodcast.com for reviews and content. Support the showHere are a few ways you can support Gamerheads!Leave us a review!Not only does your review help fellow gamers discover our podcast, but it also provides valuable insights for us as content creators. Your feedback serves as a compass, guiding us in crafting episodes that cater to your interests, addressing topics that matter to you, and enhancing your overall listening experience. Your words have the power to influence the direction of future episodes and ensure that we continue delivering content that captivates and engages. Review us on Goodpods! Review us on Apple Podcasts! Review us on Spotify! Join our Discord!In The Gamerheads Podcast Discord, you'll find a haven for lively discussions, where you can chat about the latest releases and share your gaming experiences with fellow gamers.Join our Patreon today https://www.patreon.com/gamerheadsFollow us on Twitter - https://twitter.com/GamerheadsPodMusic: Jeff Dasler - Recused ...

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Halloween may be over, but it's never too late for some classic and timeless Charlie Brown. This week, we both reminisce over and introduce Nick to the classic Peanuts special It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.   Follow Us! Discord: https://discord.gg/8Xx4yakz26 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@thebigroompod TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@thebigroompod/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thebigroompod/

Electioneering, 2024! Today, as we record, it s Halloweeeeeeen! We're joined by wonderful friend of the pod, Pastor Suzie P. Lind! This releases the day before the contentious 2024 election. To start, we discuss traditions, how Tim's house was visited by The Great Pumpkin. Then we delve into the political landscape, particularly the dynamics of gender roles and the influence of rhetoric on youth. The discussion highlights the intersection of faith and politics, exploring how cultural narratives shape perceptions of masculinity and empowerment and how said masculinity is used and targeted towards women. Further, we explore the complex relationship between the white evangelical church, politics, and societal dynamics and the historical context of the church's interaction with political power, the implications of fatherhood and gender roles, and the importance of maintaining hope and participation in a world filled with challenges.We emphasize the indestructible nature of the Church and the need for Christians to navigate political tensions while remaining true to their faith and values. 00:00 - Intro 02:00 - Halloweeeeeen 09:00 - Christian Politiking As always, we encourage and would love discussion as we pursue. Feel free to email in questions to hello@voxpodcast.com, and to engage the conversation on Facebook and Instagram. We're on YouTube (if you're into that kinda thing): VOXOLOGY TV. Our Merch Store! ETSY Learn more about the Voxology Podcast Subscribe on iTunes or Spotify Support the Voxology Podcast on Patreon The Voxology Spotify channel can be found here: Voxology Radio Follow us on Instagram: @voxologypodcast and "like" us on Facebook Follow Mike on Twitter: www.twitter.com/mikeerre Music in this episode by Timothy John Stafford Instagram & Twitter: @GoneTimothy

Welcome to Caching in the NorthWest! This is THE podcast from the birthplace of geocaching, right here in the great Pacific NorthWest.  It's Thursday at 9PM Pacific and we are going to talk about geocaches and geocachers from here and around the globe. So while you're waiting in a sincere pumpkin patch for the arrival of the Great Pumpkin, we'll be Caching in the NorthWest. We want you to call in your Geocache Log of the Week! Send an email to feedback@CachingNW.com, call into 253-693-TFTC. Call us with your feedback at (253) 693-TFTC Or visit the website at https://CachingNW.com

Tonight on GeekNights, we consider the humble tradition of carving pumpkins. You may recall in 2006 when we reviewed Pumpkin Scissors or our review of It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, but we have never dedicated an entire episode to the carving of pumpkins.In the news, tonight is the 19th anniversary of GeekNights. (The brave can listen to the remastered pre-launch beta episodes (with commentary)). Also jaywalking is no longer illegal in New York.Related LinksForum ThreadPumpkin CarvingDiscord ChatPumpkin CarvingThings of the DayRym - Megilat Ḥam-Ed — the Scroll of the Steamed Portions of ChamScott - What is the first American graphic novel?

Today, Dr. Drew continues exploring the concrete jungle, Adam dissects his clairvoyant crystal brain, and they explore the different stages of life for women. Plus, they examine the ongoing plan of separation between heritage & gender groups,Drew enjoys Posh Spice getting shut down, and they take a voicemail carving out "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown". Leave us a voicemail: SpeakPipe.com/AdamandDrDrew OR Click the microphone at top of the homepage, AdamandDrDrew.com

In a classic Peanuts comic strip, Linus’ friend berates him for his belief in the Great Pumpkin. Walking away dejectedly, Linus says, “There are three things I have learned never to discuss with people . . . religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin!” The Great Pumpkin existed only in Linus’ head, but the other two topics are oh-so-real—dividing nations, families, and friends. The problem occurred in Jesus’ day as well. The Pharisees were deeply religious and tried to follow the Old Testament law to the letter. The Herodians were more political, yet both groups wanted to see the Jewish people freed from Roman oppression. Jesus didn’t seem to share their goals. So they approached Him with a politically charged question: should the people pay taxes to Caesar? (Mark 12:14–15). If Jesus said yes, the people would resent Him. If He said no, the Romans could arrest Him for insurrection. Jesus asked for a coin. “Whose image is this?” He asked (v. 16). Everyone knew it was Caesar’s. Jesus’ words resonate today: “Give back to Caesar what is Caesar’s and to God what is God’s” (v. 17). His priorities in order, Jesus avoided their trap. Jesus came to do His Father’s will. Following His lead, we too can seek God and His kingdom above all else, directing the focus away from all the dissension and toward the One who is the Truth.

Travel back to a groovier time in this Halloween special as The Halloween Podcast dives into the 1960s—a decade that transformed Halloween into a beloved American tradition. Host Lyle brings you all the treats, from simple costumes and homemade haunted houses to iconic TV specials and candy innovations that laid the groundwork for today's Halloween season. In this episode, we'll explore the rise of trick-or-treating in suburban neighborhoods, the classic Ben Cooper costumes, and the launch of Halloween ads that made candy the holiday's main event. You'll hear how It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown became a timeless staple, how haunted houses took root as community attractions, and how spooky TV episodes from The Addams Family to The Andy Griffith Show captured Halloween fun on screen. Plus, we'll compare Halloween in the 1960s to Halloween today, celebrating what's changed—and what's stayed the same. Tune in for a nostalgic journey through Halloween history and relive the traditions that made this holiday a family-centered celebration. Don't forget to share your memories on social media and leave us a review! Like Our Facebook page for more Halloween fun: www.Facebook.com/TheHalloweenPodcast ORDER PODCAST MERCH! Website: www.TheHalloweenPodcast.com Email: TheHalloweenPodcast@gmail.com X: @TheHalloweenPod Support the Show: www.patreon.com/TheHalloweenPod Get bonus Halloween content and more! Just for Patreon supporters! Keywords: Halloween in the 1960s, vintage Halloween, classic Halloween TV, 1960s Halloween costumes, trick-or-treating history, Ben Cooper costumes, Halloween candy ads, It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, haunted houses, nostalgic Halloween, The Addams Family, The Andy Griffith Show, Halloween traditions, Halloween history, spooky podcast

## Halloween Nostalgia and Horror Films Relive your childhood Halloweens and explore some unique horror films in this special episode! The hosts reminisce about trick-or-treating adventures, from the excitement of scoring full-size candy bars to the disappointment of rainy Halloween nights. They also discuss the changing nature of Halloween, from its traditional roots to its modern commercialization. The episode features discussions of three Halloween-themed films:* The animated classic "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown,"** which the hosts consider a staple of the season, sparking nostalgia and philosophical reflections on the meaning of Halloween. * The retro-style horror film "WNUF Halloween Special," ** which recreates the experience of watching a spooky public access TV program in the 1980s. * The cult classic "Halloween 3: Season of the Witch,"** which breaks from the Michael Myers formula and offers a unique blend of sci-fi, horror, and corporate conspiracy.Tune in for a fun and insightful conversation that's perfect for Halloween!

All Hallows Eve Is Upon Us And The Guys From Nowhere Have A Treat For You. In this installment, Nick and Josh take selected non horror movies from the 90s and change them into something more horrifying. After the scares, the guys take some classic horror movies from any era and soften their edges for general audiences. For Everything Nowhere.. Go To http://www.NowhereCalifornia.com

Send us a textOur Fresh Catching immediately jumped into the festivity of the day and we could never quite get dislodged from discussing Halloween. It's not like there aren't other storylines to tackle. Next week, for example, we might elect the Great Pumpkin as our president. If so, Pappy will be happy…unlike the costume mask David will ask him to wear tonight. But WHERE will he WEAR it?? (Cue scary laughter.)

Happy cozy Halloween! We kick off our not-so-spooky episode by sharing some of our favorite cozy Halloween memories. Our case files this week are some of our favorite Halloween TV specials. Larisa is up first with a classic, It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! Then Joy shares all about the whimsical world of Cartoon Network's Over the Garden Wall. No monsters or goblins in the blanket fort today! You can also watch our podcast on YouTube.  Follow us on Instagram. Email us your 2% cozier to blanketfortfiles@gmail.com for a chance to be featured in the blanket fort and please send us your favorite cozy activities to do in your town for an upcoming travel-themed episode!

Halloween didn't turn out so great for the title character of “It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” But that led viewers to do something nice for him afterward. Plus: if you happen to be in Caracas, Venezuela, on this Halloween, keep an eye out for a spot known as the "Balcony of the Dolls."   Charlie Brown's Halloween Miracle (Now I Know)  Creepy Doll-Filled Balcony in Caracas Looks Like the Set of a Horror Movie (Oddity Central) Back our show on Patreon for just $1 a month, no rocks please --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/coolweirdawesome/support

Driveway Beers PodcastAliens and Halloween!!!Halloween is this month and Alex will do his annual tradition of waiting in his neighbors driveway to see if he gets his invite to the Alien conference. It's an odd recreation of Linus in The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, but real. Instead of waiting for The Great Pumpkin, he just wants his invite to the Alien conference. Will he get it?Please subscribe and rate this podcast on your podcast platforms like Apple and Spotify as it helps us a ton. Also like, comment, subscribe and share the video on Youtube. It really helps us get the show out to more people. We hope you enjoyed your time with us and we look forward to seeing you next time. Please visit us at https://drivewaybeerspodcast.com/donate/ to join The Driveway Club and buy us a bourbon! Buy us a bottle and we'll review it on a show!Please visit our sponsors:Adam Chubbuck of Team Alpha Charlie Real Estate, 8221 Ritchie Hwy, Pasadena, MD 21122, www.tacmd.com, (443) 457-9524. If you want a real estate agent that will treat your money like it's his own and provide you the best service as a buyer or seller, contact Adam at Team Alpha Charlie.If you want to sponsor the show, contact us at contact@drivewaybeerspodcast.comCheck out all our links here https://linktr.ee/drivewaybeerspodcast.comIf you're looking for sports betting picks, go to conncretelocks.com or send a message to Jeremy Conn at Jconn22@gmail.comFacebook Page https://www.facebook.com/drivewaybeerspodcast/#podcast #whiskey #bourbon #aliens #halloween #conference #spaceship #trickortreat #costume

It's about time our dynamic duo crossed over into one of our favorite shows, Supernatural. What better excuse than Halloween? Emilia shares a clinical psychologist's perspective on Dean's return to ‘normal' life after literally going through hell, discussing the difference between acute stress disorder and posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD) as well as relating Dean's experiences to military life and the struggle to cope with moral injury. Meanwhile, Keeden relates to Sam's religious struggle when Sam meets real-life angels and discovers that they aren't as angelic as he had believed.

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Hi! Welcome back to the Video Store Podcast. I'm not going to lie, I'm on thin ice with management. I thought I was doing our customers a favor by swapping out all our copies of Jurassic Park with Velocipastor, and dubbing my own commentary track on all our copies of Titanic. In an attempt to get back in good graces with the manager, I humbly offer up these family friendly animated Halloween specials for your viewing pleasure. (I also happen to really like all of these specials.)First up is the timeless classic It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966). This was the third animated Peanuts television special and the second holiday-themed one. As a kid, whenever we saw commercials for this special on television (or listings in the TV Guide), we knew Halloween was right around the corner. Next is Garfield's Halloween Adventure from 1985. In the mid-80s, Garfield was everywhere — in bookstores, toy stores, and on television. In this special, Garfield and Odie dress up as pirates (“Orange Beard the Pirate” and “Odie the Stupid”) to go trick-or-treating, but halfway through the special things take a hard left turn. The first half of this special contains songs and jokes and in the second half, Garfield and Odie are literally running for their lives from the ghosts of pirates. You'll have to watch the entire special to see if Garfield gets any caaandy candy candy candy…Third this week is the Fat Albert Halloween Special from 1977. I'll be honest, I'm not sure how well this one has aged and it wasn't a favorite of mine as a kid, but I love the urban feel and 70s vibe captured in this special. In this special Fat Albert and his gang of friends dress up in costume and instead of looking for candy, head out to “scare some old dudes.” But when things get scary, we discover just who is brave enough to rescue their friends from a spooky house. This one is a real time capsule.Last up is A Disney Halloween which aired in 1983. This special was a mash up of a couple of previous specials, and it's my absolute favorite. It contains clips from dozens of Disney animated films and shorts. Watching this special is like seeing that first Jack-o'-Lantern of the season. It just feels right. I put this list of films together to remind you, and me, that Halloween is for everybody to enjoy. As a guy who occasionally watches hardcore Korean horror films and movies that might make a surgeon barf, I wanted to go back to my roots as a kid and pull out a few animated classics that you can enjoy with the whole family.(Staplegun Zombie Massacre IV can wait a week…) This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.videostorepodcast.com

Send us a textEver wondered if a gas station bathroom could be award-winning? Join us as we uncover the surprising charm of Maverick's public restroom in Salt Lake City, crowned the best in the U.S.! Our adventure doesn't stop there—meet Curtis Hargroves, the marathon dynamo who doesn't just run for medals but for meaningful causes, like his high-heeled race supporting crisis societies. As we shift from the streets to the stars, get excited with us about NASA's upcoming mission featuring the first woman and first person of color on the moon, fashionably suited up in Prada-designed spacesuits, poised to break boundaries and possibly uncover lunar secrets.From celestial wonders to earthly delights, we can't help but indulge in the flavors of fall. Let's celebrate pumpkin spice everything—pies, cookies, and yes, those irresistible pretzels from Trader Joe's. We've got pumpkin carving tips to up your festive game, and a nifty trick with a hand mixer to make gutting those gourds a breeze. But that's not all! Hear about Morton, Illinois, the pumpkin capital, and join our lighthearted debate over candy—from sugary pumpkin gummies to nostalgic sour treats. Whether you're a candy hoarder or a strategic trader, our reflections on Halloween traditions are sure to spark a smile.Mike Haggerty Buick GMCRight on the corner, right on the price! Head down to 93rd & Cicero & tell them the Noras sent you!Rosaria BeckerRosaria will provide uncompromised service & attention for your real estate needs.Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.

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On this week's show we take a look at the Pro-Ject 12.2 turntable and ask who is this for. And since it's Halloween we give you a list of five Halloween movies that you can watch with the family. We also read your emails and take a look at the week's news. News: Best Buy supersizes its TV selection for the holidays Spectrum Invests $9 Billion to Bring High Speed Internet & TV to Rural America Fox Sports Aims To Enhance World Series Coverage With ‘Inside-Out' Perspective Roku Keeps 37% Share of North American CTV Streaming Device Market Pro-Ject‘s Flagship Signature The Pro-Ject Signature 12.2 turntable looks like an amazing electronic device that is also art. But from a music lover's point of view, is the price tag of $14,999 worth it? Pro-Ject has made a name for itself as a pioneer in high-end technology and they say that the craftsmanship justifies the cost, but from a purely music lover's point of view, it's ludicrous to spend that kind of money on a record player. But we get it, this product seems more like a luxury statement than a necessary audio component. So we'll ask our listeners the question of whether anyone truly requires a turntable that costs more than many people's monthly rent. When you read the product info it's clear they are not talking to us: “With painstaking hand-polished metal parts and a chassis that involves 10 layers of paint”, so who is this really for? They do use terms like "anti-resonance" and "precision CNC machining."  Maybe I need to use terms like that in my speaker ads on Etsy. Precision cuts and only the best glue make my speakers the best out there. LOL, Actually, I wish I had a CNC machine to make precision cuts!!  What it boils down to is, does the average (or even audiophile)  music lover need their vinyl spinning on a platter that weighs almost 25 pounds? Especially when even some budget turntables can deliver decent sound quality for a fraction of the price. In the end consider this, all cars can get you from point A to point B, so why do some people drive expensive high end cars? Well it's about performance and in some cases image.  There is an absolute measurable difference driving a Porsche vs a Honda Accord. I'm not so sure you can say that about the Pro-Ject 12.2. Well unless you are going to build a shrine to it and display it prominently in your music room. It ships in November. Full Product Information… The HT Guys List of Halloween Movies to Watch As Halloween approaches, it's the perfect time to gather your friends and family for a spooky movie marathon. Whether you're a fan of classic horror, light-hearted thrills, or animated fun, there's something for everyone in the spirit of the season. Here is a HT Guys list of five highly rated Halloween movies that you can enjoy in your home theater. Grab your popcorn and enjoy these Halloween favorites! Halloween (1978) (IMDB Rating 7.7) - Directed by John Carpenter, this classic slasher film introduces Michael Myers. Fifteen years after murdering his sister on Halloween night 1963, Michael Myers escapes from a mental hospital and returns to the small town of Haddonfield, Illinois, to kill again. The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) (IMDB Rating 7.9) - This animated musical by Tim Burton combines Halloween and Christmas themes as Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, attempts to take over Christmas. A Quiet Place (2018) (IMDB Rating 7.5) - A suspenseful thriller about a family living in silence to avoid creatures that hunt by sound, appealing to teens who enjoy intense storytelling. Ghostbusters (1984) (IMDB Rating 7.8) - Three parapsychologists forced out of their university funding set up shop as a unique ghost removal service in New York City, attracting frightened yet skeptical customers. It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966) (IMDB Rating 8.1) - A classic animated special that follows the Peanuts gang as they wait for the Great Pumpkin on Halloween night.  

Send us a textIn this episode of Friday Night Beers, Tom & Vince try Welcome Great Pumpkin from Obscurity Brewing in Elburn, IL. They drink it and somehow compare it to things like It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, The Peanuts, Snoopy, famous comic strips and more. At the end, they rate this beer on a unique 1-5 scale. VINCE: 4  / 5 VincesTOM: 3.75 / 5 TomsInstagram: @friday.night.beersTwitter: @fnb_pod Threads: https://www.threads.net/@friday.night.beersEmail: friday.night.beerspodcast@gmail.com Theme music by Billy Hansa. Subscribe, rate and review the podcast on Apple, Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts!

Man poses as security guard in attempt to sneak into Taylor Swift concert. Baltimore Ravens fan turns himself in after assaulting rival fans. Giant pumpkin Halloween decoration wreaks havoc in Ohio neighborhood. Multiple injuries at the Museum of Ice Cream. Alabama hacker causes bitcoin to soar after fake tweet. Follow This Day in Crime on Social: X: @tenderfootTV, @thisdayincrime IG: @tenderfoot.tv, @thisdayincrime Episode Sources: Man posed as security guard to sneak into Taylor Swift's concert in Miami, police say Miami Herald Ravens fan John Callis turns himself in to police after pummeling Commanders fans NY Post Caught on Camera: Ohio Police Officers 'Attacked' by 'Runaway' Giant Pumpkin People Woman sues Museum of Ice Cream over ‘severe' injuries from viral ‘Sprinkle Pool' NY Post Alabama man charged with hacking SEC's X account, causing bitcoin to soar with fake post NY Post To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Bob's producer Brendan Thomas brings up some of his favorite Halloween songs, movies, and television specials including, The Monster Mash, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Click on your podcasting platform below to subscribe to The Bob Siegel Show: Apple  |  Google  | Spotify |  TuneIn  | Blubrry | Deezer | […]

Flopcast episode 650! Halloween superfan Blasted Bill joins us for a Halloween FlopFight! We’re randomly throwing Halloween characters (from horror movies, cartoon specials, cereal boxes, and beyond) into another ridiculous tournament. Why, the very first match has the Great Pumpkin battling Yummy Mummy! Who will win? That depends on the exact nature of the competition, […] The post Flopcast 650: Halloween FlopFight Part 1 – Candy and Quicksand appeared first on The ESO Network.

Halloween superfan Blasted Bill joins us for a Halloween FlopFight! We're randomly throwing Halloween characters (from horror movies, cartoon specials, cereal boxes, and beyond) into another ridiculous tournament. Why, the very first match has the Great Pumpkin battling Yummy Mummy! Who will win? That depends on the exact nature of the competition, which is also chosen at random. So anything could happen, and this week's winner shall advance to next week's final round. So grab a ringside seat, grab some fun-size Twix bars, and enjoy. Blasted Bill on TikTok! And our regular links... The Flopcast website! The ESO Network! The Flopcast on Facebook! The Flopcast on Instagram! The Flopcast on Mastadon! Please rate and review The Flopcast on Apple Podcasts! Email: info@flopcast.net Our music is by The Sponge Awareness Foundation! This week's promo: BatChums!

It's not quite all Hallow's Eve, so there's still plenty of time to check out episode 127. We've got a Random Strip of the Month, listener feedback and the latest news from in and around the Peanuts universe. Then, for a Halloween treat that rivals the finest chocolate, we dig into Lee Mendelson's 2006 book: It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown: The Making of a Television Classic".  No tricks in this episode, just treats. Give it a listen! Thanks to Kevin McLeod at Incompetech.com for creative commons use of his songs "Hidden Agenda", "Mining by Moonlight" and "Bass Walker".  Thanks to Sean Courtney for the "This Month in Peanuts History" theme. Thanks to Nick Jones for the use of his song "25% Off". Thanks to Henry Pope for the use of his "Linus & Lucy" remix. patreon.com Carnival of Glee Creations  

The Great Pumpkin "Decorating" Contest is upon us & a winner is still shrouded in mystery. Of the dozen participants, who will it be? Will it be the overachiever June, the lush Tara or Tyler who literally threw his idea together at the last second? Great Law. Less Legal. Law Done Lite!

This episode sponsored by Mountain Lights and Safety.20th Anniversary of the 'New' Great Pumpkin re-start in 2004Dedication: This episode is dual-dedicated to both the late Mrs. Wright of Fairyland and the late Gilbert Stein of Marvin Lane, creator of this wonderful event.Please join in and give a quick listen to hear all about this mountain tradition - the Great Pumpkin (of Fairyland). History, tradition and great memories all combine to make this event a must attend for everyone at least once if not every year. Children of all ages, 1 - 100, please come out and see the joy on Marvin Lane as the fun and awe return this Halloween for everyone. Doug Stein, a longtime friend and close associate of The Pumpkin, will share info on when to come and how to get there and what parents can expect.This has been a fun event that mountain children often refer to, once grown, as some of their great memories from growing up in our community. Parents, please bundle up and come by - you will be very glad you did. Again, many, many thanks to Doug Stein and his family for this gift to our community. Spread the word! Find us at ...theMountainEcho.orgPlease "Like" and 'subscribe' for notification of new episodes on your media player's podcast menu. Also, many thanks for closing music featuring the Dismembered Tennesseans and vocals by the amazing Laura Walker singing Tennessee Waltz. Opening fiddle music played by the late Mr. Fletcher Bright.

Imagine a pumpkin weighing more than your car, because that's exactly what happened at the 2024 Safeway World Championship Pumpkin Weigh-off. The winning gourd tipped the scales at a staggering 2,471 pounds, earning a prize of $22,000. Here's the kicker: second place was just six pounds less but the prize dropped to $3,000!Now, for some fun - think a grand piano is heavier? What about a grizzly bear? Join us as we compare some unusual weights and maybe even throw in our cat, Tobias, for good measure.

This year's GREAT PUMPKIN! Guess what's causing a lonliness epidemic! And BEWARE of Olive Oil 'fraud?'! That's what Paul; Layendecker is BuZzin' about today on The Daily BuZz!!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

As we continue the countdown to All Hallows' Eve, we have more in-depth chats with horrors best to keep you sated while binge-watching your favorite horror films (Great Pumpkin better be one of them). In this episode, we are taking a step away from the world of cinema to look at one of the most effective and captivating mediums for scaring the pants off you. The world of video games. One of the studios responsible for giving us some of the best, including “Until Dawn”, “The Quarry” and the Dark Pictures series, is Supermassive Games. And in this episode we are joined by Supermassive Games Chief Creative Officer Steve Goss and writer Graham Reznick. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

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Back in 2009, I recorded a podcast about It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. It was a childhood favorite and a podcast that many people have emailed me about over the years. So now that I am committed to revisiting some of my older episodes, this one went straight to the top of the list. It's a great subject to cover at this time of year, and I hope you enjoy it. I start the episode by talking about a memorable time when I watched the show. If you've listened to the podcast or read the blog, you probably know that I like to make an event out of things. This story demonstrates the lengths I would go to. I wouldn't recommend anyone try what I did, especially at the age I was, but in the end, it was rewarding. Then I dive into the special itself. I discuss the people in front of and behind the camera, its production, music, and much more. I also reference some newspaper articles, and I will share my clippings over on Patreon tomorrow. It really isn't Halloween without watching the Peanuts special, and I make sure to watch it every year. Schulz was a brilliant cartoonist, and as I mention in the episode, it's amazing how much of what appeared on the screen originated in his comic strip. He was a prolific creative genius who, for half a century, helped define and interpret American pop culture.

On Ron's Amazing Stories this week we continue The Month Of Spooky 2024 with more creepy stuff. We will visit with Emma Lynn Dowd in a new segment called Stories From The Other Side. In this chat Emma and Ron will answer the question: If you could speak to a ghost, who would it be and what would you ask? The answer will probably surprise you. We take a historical look at the Great Pumpkin, and the classic American folklore stories The Hook and A Wisconsin Ghost Story. We have three listener-submitted stories: What happens when you become unnoticeable, or play a dangerous game of Ding Dong Ditching? Also, a tall man ruins another man from Iowa's halloween. About Emma Lynn Dowd:  From an early age, Emma has loved her art. Over the years she has used various mediums, but none was more profound than photography. She finds inspiration wherever she goes because she keeps her eyes open for things that will make the perfect photo. Emma lives in the great state of Florida, and is our radio producer. She has been putting the podcast out on the radio for the last 6+ years!  Emma's Links: , and her official site Stories Include - The Other Day I Thought - The Great Pumpkin, Roadkill, Ding Dong Ditching, The Tall Man Who Ruined Halloween, The Hook, and A Wisconsin Ghost Story Ron's Amazing Stories Is Sponsored by: Audible - You can get a free audiobook and a 30 day free trial at . Your Stories: Do you have a story that you would like to share on the podcast or the blog? Head to the main website, click on Story Submission, leave your story, give it a title, and please tell me where you're from. I will read it if I can. Links are below. Music Used In This Podcast: Most of the music you hear on Ron's Amazing Stories has been composed by Kevin MacLeod () and is Licensed under . Other pieces are in the public domain. You can find great free music at which is a site owned by Kevin. Program Info: Ron's Amazing Stories is published each Thursday. You can download it from , stream it on or on the mobile version of . Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on . Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this . Social Links: Contact Links:  

If it feels like it has only been a few weeks since we had the chance to chat with the cast and crew of Solar Opposites, it's because it has. But this time, they brought along Dan Stevens and Mary Mack for Halloween! This is the first time after many interviews with the cast where I get to chat with the entire family in one go. It makes for a very special interview. THE SOLAR OPPOSITES ARE BACK BABY FOR THEIR DIRECT SEQUEL TO THE FIRST HALLOWEEN SPECIAL. The special "Halloween Special Part 2: The Hunt for Brown October" picks up after the first where they literally murdered the Great Pumpkin but the bad news is that Korvo is now becoming the Great Pumpkin himself. But that's not enough for a Solar Opposites special because the family is also trying to join to local country club. It's one heck of a halloween special that you do not want to miss for this years hashtag huluween. This was another incredible special in a line of weird holiday specials for the Solars. The addition of Dan Stevens to the show has been a huge blessing to the show dynamic with his Korvo really clicking into the dynamics. There are some cameos at the country club that are just some of the funniest visual gags but one of them has a title gag we have seen in the show before with Marvel's Wolverine that is a great bit. With the show actually building upon itself year after year, we get to see different things play out this year especially with the B plot. I am being as vague as possible because I want you to watch it after listening to the cast and crew talk about halloween, candy, and costumes. But if you know how to kill a witch, the Solar family really could use that information.

Welcome back to the Manor and welcome to more spooky season goodness!  Or is it evilness?  Meh, either way!  This special episode is on Great Pumpkins... great pumpkin floods that is!  Sit back and enjoy! Next spooky season episode is on Monster Cereals! Get in touch with us at Podbean: https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-4pksr-a17e1a Or on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/twinterrorsmacabremanormeadmetalmayhe/ Or on twitter: @Terrors_Manor On Instagram: @macabremanormeadmetalmayhem You can also find our podcast on iTunes, Spotify, Amazon, and I Heart Radio; pretty much wherever fine (and our) podcasts are aired. Image courtesy of: James

This time, Chris offers up a twofer of animated Halloween specials, the latter a towering classic of the genre, the former an oft-forgotten footnote to its Christmas counterpart: Halloween is Grinch Night, and It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Suffice to say the broad approach to the Halloween cartoon doesn't get much further apart than these two, but who cares when the weather's so cozy*? *It's actually miserably hot at Now We Know studios at time of recording, so we will enjoy our hot spiced cider vicariously through you tonight.

In this special fall-themed episode of Getting Hammered, we dive headfirst into the world of pumpkin spice—alcohol style! From spiced wines to pumpkin-flavored whiskey, we're sampling a range of autumn-inspired drinks to see which ones really live up to the seasonal hype.

Good morning, afternoon, and evening! It's Spooky Season! The air is crisp, the 12 foot Home Depot Skeletons are standing tall, and Editor Gibby has already eaten too much candy. What a perfect time for…(reads notes)…a post-modern, feminist take on Frankenstein? Sure, why not? It's either that or “It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” and if Editor Gibby has to hear, “I got a rock” one more time, he's going to lose it. This week, Kaylie, Gibby, and Bodio take a look at Poor Things, the 2023 Victorian steampunk science-fiction comedy horror. Sounds simple, right? WRONG. There's a lot to unpack with this one, so tune in and see what it's all about! Also included: The Ulti-Meat, a near death-experience, and Gibby's parental meltdown.

 Today the guys discuss actors. We also somehow get into talks about Beastmaster after honoring John Amos. Then Matt in a rare occurrence makes a contest for today. Then our friend Chris Hughes from Texas Highway Magazine to talk burgers around Texas. Support the show: https://www.klbjfm.com/mattandbobfm/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Roque Q is in the books and some familiar names are looking to make their way to Aberdeen, Scotland for this year's invitational. Some of the events for TYR Wodapalooza SoCal have been released. Sean, Tommy and Lauren discuss why the competition in Huntington Beach next week could have a major impact on the sport moving forward.  Joel Godett called all the action at the 2024 Teenage CrossFit Games. He joins Sean to recap the competition, tell us who stood out and what the fans and athletes thought about the experience. Plus, Sean, Tommy and Lauren make their cases as to when pumpkin spice products should hit the shelves. This episode is presented by Box Basics. Head to shopboxbasics.com and use the code "TEF" to save 20% on your order. This episdoe is sponsored by Thirdzy. Use the link below and the code "TEF" to save 20% and improve your sleep and recovery.