A New Year at the grotto.

It was the party to end all parties and the ghoulie grotto was alive with fun and mischief. Devilish dollies cavorted in the garden, picking weedy posies and filling their chubby plastic fists with mud to fling at one another.
Smudgy footprints besmirched the floors as a multitude of dirty little dolly feet tracked throughout the rooms; stopping here and there to investigate or greet a ghoulie friend.
The kitchen proved the place to be (as it does at so many parties) and there was much tug of war over knives and other sharp instruments. A gang of naughty little fiends trapped a plush animal in the electric fry pan while another group experimented with the coffee grinder and various plastic appendages.
Then their was the party fare, for what would a party be without food? Ghoulies love sugar, though it has rather adverse effects on their already rambunctious habits. The banquet table was a riot, littered with crumbs and plundered goodies; biscuits with all the jam licked off, cupcakes minus the cream and housing small sleeping dollies within their soft spongy interiors. The gingerbread house was demolished when a struggle over ownership ensued. Chocolate wrappers were everywhere and at one point some ghoulies commandeered a rice cooker to make a melted chocolate spa bath- like a kind of ghoulie fondue.
Nylon Hair was singed by party poppers and toothpicks and sizzle sticks were jammed in plastic ears and nostrils. Dollies swung from chandeliers and sailed helter-skelter down the stair case. Ghoulies were stuck in the CD player and tug of war was played with make-shift rope procured from video cassettes. Patty pan ships were sailed in the bath tub and many a cute faux fur animal was dunked in the sink.
Indeed it was a fine New Years Eve party culminating in the riding of fire works sky rockets across the back yard.

Happy New Year from the ghoulie grotto- where we are still rounding up the dollies and restoring order to the work room.