Bumpstar: That A Spook

A fainted picture of a bandaged Mr. Man was shown before the titles were shown.

"The Bumpstar Runner"

"In"

"A 'Scary' Car-Toon"

"That A Spook"

"Presented in Grand Old Sound-O-Vision"

"Copyright 193X"

At an old timey area, a familiar figure looked at the plate of bones on the table.

Miss Calamity: (UK Voice) We haven't eaten in weeks.

She turned, looking at the classic Mr. Man alongside a figure named Fat Albert standing nearby her.

Mr. Bump: (UK Voice) Guess what I read in the news-papper today.

Miss Calamity: I can't guess.

Mr. Bump: I read that a spook.

The scene flickered a bit.

Miss Calamity: You read that a spook what?

Mr. Bump: I read that a spook is.

Miss Calamity: You read that a spook is what?

Mr. Bump: I read that a spook is here in town and there's a 27 cent ree-ward for its capture.

Fat Albert: (singing) Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pam.

Mr. Bump: (grins) You said it, Fat Albert.

As he spoke next, unknown to any of them, a telescope watched the group.

Mr. Bump: We sure could buy a lot of corn pone with 27 big ones.

However, it showed the telescope not showing anyone watching through it. Nearby, a koopa kid similar to Bowser Jr. (minus the bib) glanced in the papers while a semi-younger Kamek and a golden chain chomp named Chomp Chomp watched.

Baby Bowser: Says here in the news-papper that the encapturement of the new appawition garners top weward of 26 and one pennies. (gasps) We could buy the monocle off Rockefeller's very eyeball with that kind of cash!

Kamek: Raaar!

The chain chomp wiggled a bit. Meanwhile, in front of a gate marked "Smith", the familiar three stood nearby the area.

Mr. Bump: Let's check out the old Smith place.

Miss Calamity: We should split up.

Mr. Bump: We can do more damage that way.

With that, the three went toward the old building. Inside, Miss Calamity looked under a teacup on a table.

Miss Calamity: (lifts it) Under here?

Mr. Bump walked up to a bookshelf full of books with ghost-related title puns on it and a book marked "Goodtimes Story".

Mr. Bump: Hrmm. Let's see. Maybe it's in here.

He took the non-pun book before he opened the book with a "poof" before a moth flew out.

Mr. Bump: Just a moth.

He jumped, trying to eat the moth before it flew away.

Mr. Bump: (snaps his fingers) Dernit!

Miss Calamity looked under a plate with spiders running out from underneath it.

Miss Calamity: Under here?

In the hallway, as Mr. Bump walked down the portrait of figures, one of the pictures' eyes looked at where Mr. Bump was heading. He stopped, looking at the picture with eyes glaring.

Mr. Bump: That picturemadrawin' looks sur-spicious.

He lifted it up, noticing cyclops creatures with a label marked "The Unown".

Mr. Bump: It's just two weird one-eyed crows. Aw, phooey!

At the back, Fat Albert was near a few barrels while holding a cigar and his jug water. Then, the bandaged Mr. Man peeked behind him as he prepared to drink.

Mr. Bump: Fat Albert, were you gonna sneak a nip of hooch?

Fat Albert: (singing) Ba-ba-baaaaaaa!

Later, outside the gate of , Mr. Bump with his two friends stood outside with the leader looking disappointed.

Mr. Bump: Aw, there's no ghosts or spooks here. Just a bunch of gross aminals. Let's go look somewheres else.

Finally, they departed. At a cemetary marked "Cholera Acres Cementary", Baby Bowser and Chomp Chomp were near a grave marked "Hal Smith (skinflint and junk codger)".

Baby Bowser: Listen smoothly, Chomp Chomp.

He glanced at his comrade.

Baby Bowser: We're certain to catch a spook or ghost once we exhume this grave using my new gwave-exhuming invention!

He pointed to Kamek holding a shovel.

Kamek: Raaar!

The chain chomp barked a bit to the koopa kid.

Baby Bowser: (shocked) What what? Why, no! Of course that's not just Kamek holding a shovel. It's my newest invention! Besides, (points) Kamek's over there doing some manner of stylish jig.

He pointed to Kamek dancing to a jolly tune near a grave marked "unmarked grave, son of mark grave". Just then, the head of a figure named Mr. Bounce (UK version) peeked to him.

Mr. Bounce: (Irish-Scottish voice) Would you please keep it down?

With the trio, Miss Calamity looked worried while the trio were on a Punkin Patch.

Miss Calamity: Mr. Bump, I'm (slowly/exaggerated manner) suh-suh-suh-suh-scared!

Mr. Bump: Scared of what? Punkins? They're just punkins.

Miss Calamity: (slow/exaggerated manner) But I'm suh-suh-suh-suh-SUH-scared!

Mr. Bump: (frowns) Oh, fine. We'll go look in the graveyard.

Miss Calamity: (smiles) Hooray!

At the grave, the trio arrived before noticing the foes near the now dug up grave.

Baby Bowser: (glares) You're too late! The weward will be ours! I'll be marching around in gold shells in no time!

Miss Calamity: (confused) Where's the spook?

Baby Bowser: (points) Behold! The fantoustic phantasm.

Then, up rose a boo called Big Boo out of the grave, floating above it.

Mr. Bump: (glances) That's no ghost. That's just our worst friend Big Boo.

Big Boo: I bury myself alive on Tuesdays.

Baby Bowser: (groans) Criminy crickets! Foiled again!

Mr. Bump: Then where's the real spook?

Just then, a cloaked ghost with glowing eyes called a Poe floated above the tombstones with motorcycle-like noises heard. Mr. Bump noticed while saying his cue.

Mr. Bump: (eyes bulging) Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a.

Then, his skin fell off, revealing bones with baby Bowser saying his scream.

Baby Bowser: (notices) Wa-a-a-a-a-a!

Then, his skin fell off, revealing a baby Dry Bones Bowser. The ghost growled before floating and fading away, showing everyone, minus the Big Boo, as skeletons.

Miss Calamity: At least we'll never go hungry again.

Mr. Bump: 'Cept for Fat Albert.

He pointed to Fat Albert who was eating a shoe with a soup spoon while holding his cigar near his jug water once more.

Mr. Bump: He's livin' the high life.

Fat Albert: (singing) Ba-ba-ba-baaaaaaa!

"THE END"

Later, in a shop of a sort, Dry Bones Baby Bowser was shopping in the shell section, trying on one of the regular shells, though they kept repeating to fall off his spiky shell with the skeletal Kamek sighing.

Dry Bones Baby Bowser: Curses! Now I'll never find gold shells to fit this tiny waist!

End