e children had gone missing and she said it was the work of the dastardly Senora ribcage, who lived in the creepy house down the road. She begged me to do something before the sinister Senora devoured her kids. I figured, might as well. (I was only going to paint the afternoon away anyway, an hour out of my afternoon wouldn't hurt) So I approached the house and it was decrepit, shutters hanging off their hinges and all that. I figured I'd knock on the ancient blue door. Paint flakes fluttered to the ground as I did. There were sounds coming from the other side, eventually I heard a voice call to me.“Just enter, doors open.”
As I did I was confronted with a floating ribcage and skull.
“Hello?” I asked cautiously. “I take it you are Senora ribcage, I'm here to talk to you about the children.” She nodded her head.
“Certainly that is me, sorry about the door I have no arms, in fact that's why I've 
been hiring children, so they can be my arms, most adults are just to freaked out by me.” I could see why, we talked for a while and eventually
I told her. “Listen the kids need to go home, OSHA would have a fit anyway.” She agreed but sighed,
“What can i do for a set of arms?” I pondered this and then recalled that in my backseat was a fresh copy of the classified ads OF THE DEAD. We flipped through them for a bit and eventually found a charming manservant OF THE DEAD for hire. We called the number and before we knew it he appeared on the front porch. He was pretty much the perfect manservant fo
r the job, being a set of floating dismembered arms and a decapitated head he smiled.
“I'm Carter, your manservant OF THE DEAD, happy to be of service Mum.” Senora Ribcage was very pleased and decided to let the children return home, fortunately it was before dinner. I bid them farewell and got in my car, I think things will work out well for those two, unless they decide to take up SOCCER...
