Meet Schrumpumpel and her Schrumpfkopf at the fountain in Lichthafen.
Appropriate costumes are of course requested!
Start: October 30th & October 31st, each at 7:30 PM
On October 31st, the award ceremony with punch and delicacies will follow
Do you miss beloved friends from last year in this backstory? Well… let yourselves be surprised. What would an event be without the occasional little unexpected twist!
“Schruuuuuhuuuumpppuuhuuumpel!” echoed loudly through the little witch’s cottage. “Schrummmmpiiii? Can you heeeeeear me?”
The witch had pulled her wide witch hat firmly over both ears. Of course she could hear him. How could she possibly not hear him with his loud and croaking voice? This had been going on for weeks now. That wretched Schrumpfkopf was screaming the whole cottage down. Like a little child whose toys had been stolen. By now she had banished him to her attic, hoping to hear nothing more of him. But no such luck. Somehow he had managed to escape from his crate and was now happily rolling around up there on the floor for hours.
Because she only had a small wooden cottage, his hollow head rattled terribly of course, especially when he managed to crash into a beam or an old crate where she had packed old vials. The louder the rattling, the more joy and motivation to keep going Schrumpfkopf seemed to develop.
“Wheeeee! Pumpeliiiikins! Come up here!” Judging by the sounds, Schrumpfkopf had apparently developed a method of rolling in a wide circle, getting faster and faster. Only a loud crash and a very quiet “Oopsie” would put an end to his antics. Schrumpumpel buried her face in her hands. That had sounded exactly like Dideldum’s expensive and incredibly ugly vase. By the great witching times tables, there would be trouble.
Sighing, Schrumpumpel climbed the ladder up to the attic. “What is wrong with you?” she thundered right away. All she saw was absolute chaos. Broken test tubes and spilled potions here, torn magic dresses and scattered spell books there. Discarded, toppled brooms and crates with spilled Christmas and Easter decorations were scattered across the room. And right in the middle, Schrumpfkopf. With a broad grin and bunny ears on his head, adorned with particularly hideous Christmas ornaments.
“Ah! There you are at last. Can we finally talk about Halloween again?” The head opened his shriveled eyes as wide as he could and gave his witch friend a smile that was probably meant to win her over for his plan, but looked more grotesque than friendly. Schrumpumpel put her hands on her hips and looked at the head sternly. “I said no!”
For weeks he had been pestering her with his desire to collect candy together with her. He would go door to door alone, but since he lacked a body, feet and arms, this was logically impossible. But she, no, she definitely did not want him along. Because she wanted to participate in this year’s candy-collecting contest on the Spook Island herself. And win! Exactly! Because Hein-Heribald would be there too. Oh, Hein-Heribald. With his flowing, curly hair and those sparkling white teeth. Schrumpumpel could feel her little witch heart flutter right away.
She absolutely wanted to impress him. Maybe he would even go together with her. And for that she absolutely could not use the stupid, constantly babbling Schrumpfkopf. Especially not when he then stole her candy and maybe drooled chocolate all over her pretty robe. But by now she was more than annoyed by how he was starting to take apart her little witch cottage. She had to find a solution somehow, because if he kept this up, she would soon have no cottage left. And she was so fond of it.
She plopped down on the floor next to the head and thought hard. A thousand little worried wrinkles appeared on her face, and surely a few more were about to join them now.
Then she had an idea and her face brightened. Hadn’t so many already helped her get her witch broom back last year? Surely they would also enjoy going on a candy hunt on the Spook Island together with Schrumpfkopf. That was the solution! They would certainly receive a sweet or two along the way and then get to choose a reward. And meanwhile she could go from house to house in peace together with Hein-Heribald.
Grinning contentedly about her plan, she tucked Schrumpfkopf under her arm, patted his head, the Christmas ornaments jingling merrily, and climbed down together with him into her living room.