David S. Pumpkins
It’s Thanksgiving night, the turkey’s carved, candles flicker—and suddenly, the door creaks open. In strides a man in a suit of dancing pumpkins, flanked by two skeletons tapping to a beat only they seem to hear. No one invited him, yet somehow he belonged here all along. As wine spills and eyebrows raise, the feast turns into something strange, spicy, and spectacular. Who is he? No one really knows. David. S. Pumpkins. Any questions?
About David S. Pumpkins
It’s Thanksgiving night, the turkey’s carved, candles flicker—and suddenly, the door creaks open. In strides a man in a suit of dancing pumpkins, flanked by two skeletons tapping to a beat only they seem to hear. No one invited him, yet somehow he belonged here all along. As wine spills and eyebrows raise, the feast turns into something strange,...Read more