Spook and Mum were enjoying a through the town's square when something came through the Mummy's mind.
"Hey, Spook? Where's Molly today?"
"The king is having her practice broomstick riding this morning."
"Do you think it'll be cool to ride on one?!" Mum had a big grin on his face. Spook shook his head.
"I can't really say since I can literally fly anywhere, being a ghost and all."
"Aww, no fair! Wish I can fly!" Mum pout.
Suddenly, there she was! Clash landing right between them. The boys got out of the way just in time, as fog dust made her cough. She got up, while dusting herself off, then held on to the stick of her broom,
"That was some landing." Said Spook. "You're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to control my landing better."
"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. It's like riding a bike that fly"
"Spook, this is not a movie you know." They both laughed, then notice Mum starring at her broom.
"Yes, Mum?!" She wondered curiosity.
"Say, Molly? Can I take a ride on your broom?"
"What gave you that idea?"
"I'll explain. Mum is jealous that you and I can fly. So, he wants a chance too."
"I don't know. I was told that only witches and warlocks can control them."
"Then, what about taking me for a ride around town?!"
"Mum, she need to practice more before she can start taking passengers"
"I don't care if the ride is a little bumpy! It's no fair that you guys can fly and not me!" Mum whined. Molly felt bad and sigh.
"Well, maybe a short ride won't hurt."
"Yay yay yay!" Mum jumped up and down.
"But, there's something I have to do first!"
"What's so important than that?!" Mum whine again.
"Jack is giving me a potion lesson tomorrow and asked me to buy ingredients at the witch's shop."
"Well, how long will that take?!"
"Mum, don't be impatient!" Spook scold him.
"You can come to keep me company."
"Sure, arn't you coming, Mum?"
"Actually, can I stay here and watch your broom."
"Well, I guess you can hold on to it till I get back." She handed her broom to him.
"You better be here with the broom undamage when we come back!"
"Don't worry, You can count on me!"
As soon as they leave, Mum starred at the broom. With another happy grin.
"Who says only witches and warlocks can control brooms? I say, mummies can ride them too! And I'll test my own theory out! A quick ride and they won't notice I ever left!" Mum placed the broom between his legs, but nothing happen. "Come on, fly, fly fly!" He rapidly jumped up and down. Almost gave up when, it started to float. "I did it! I'm flying!" Mum cheered. But not another reaction, when the broomstick flew higher-up and flew at a random direction, going at a very fast pace! "Hey broom, slow down!" Mum lost control of it all!
It flew to the pumpkin patch, where it smashed through a big pumpkin, creating a big hole! He licked the pumpkin juice off his face with excitement. It flew in a batcave, then came out with many bats following him. It flew in someone house's window, coming out agian, with a one eye, cat ears creature, wearing a business hat and necktie, as an unexpected passenger.
"Excuess me, sir. can you drop me off at my job?!" The broom drop the creature inside a dark well and zoom off. "Thank a lot." It flew through a giant guillotine, almost slicing Mum's head! It flew pass someone's clothesline, with a slimy underpants hitting Mum's face!
"Eww, gross!" Mum toss it away.
"Man, want a ride! I need to get back to my friends before they return. The problem is, HOW DO I STOP THIS CRAZY THING?!!!" Flying in the cemetery, the broom flew inside a big grave stone's door, with a demon stone on it. after a really long tunnel, he flew out of a similar gravestone, now with a big angel stone on top. Mum notice the blue sky and gasp! "Oh no, I accidentally went through the human world's entry way! I hope a living soul don't spot me" It through into town, passing by a little girl eating an ice cream cone. Mum stole it, making the girl cry. He stuff it in his mouth, only to spit it out. "Yuck, strawberry!"
"But, daddy!" A boy cried to his father, while sitting at a cafe outside. "The wicked witch did try to swoop me up with her magic broom!"
"No, son. You were dreaming. There's no such thing as witches or magic brooms." Just then, Mum shout while zooming pass them!
"Daddy, what was that?!"
"Well, son. That was a fat mummy boy on a magic broom." Realizing what he said, he fainted.
"Um, daddy?" No response.
"Where's the brakes on this thing?!" Mum cried. Meanwhile, Molly's old school mate, scaredy-cat Bob, slowly open his front door.
"Mom, do I have to?!"
"You need fresh air. There's nothing scary on the streets!" His mother encouraged him. He took small steps to the sidewalk, checked his surrounding and sigh with relief. Then, here comes Mum! Almost crashed into Bob, only to come to a sudden stop. After starring at each other in an awkward silence, Bob ran back to his door, screaming, with Mum on the broom, following.
"Help! The scary mummy on a broomstick is going to eat me!"
"Dude, I don't eat humans! It's not me, it's the broomstick!" Bob ran inside, slamming the door. The broom hit the door, knocking Mum to the ground. "Finally, it's over. Mum head fell with dizziness, like bats flying around his head. He snapped out of it and got up. "If I don't get back in time! Spook will bop me in the head till my face turn blue! Or a human scientist will rip me apart it I'm discover!" Mum gulp "I hate this but, I gotta fly the broom! It's the quickist way!
He tried to fly the broom again, only to crashland on a neighbor's bed of flowers! Mum shook the flowers ofg his head, when an old man came running to him.
"You stupid fatboy! Look what you did to my prized flowers!"
"I'm sorry! It the broom's fault!" The old man whack Mum's head with his cane!
"Stop telling lies! What's with that lame mummy costume! Halloween is a long time from now! Heck, kids these days"
"Hey, I'm not lame! And don't talk bad about my kind! Ow!" The old man whack him again.
"Again with the lies! I'm going to teach you a harsh lesson, Like I had experience when I was your age! Pinhead, get this kid off my lawn!" He whistled.
"Who's pinhead?!" Mum felt drool on his shoulders and turned to find a big, hungry eyes blood hound with sharp teeth! Mum yelled, as he ran with the broom!
With the dog on his trail, Mum tried to fly with the broom, but to no reaction. This made Mum frustrated
"Come on, you stupid broom! Fly." It's started to, only to drop down again, trolling him. "Okay, I take that back. But, what will Molly think if that mean dog rip you to a pile of straws?!" This indeed, made the broom fly, right before the dog chop Mum's butt! The dog hit his head in a fence, as the broom fly high in the sky! "Ha ha! Thanks, broom! Now, lets get back to our spooky home!" They rode all the way back to the angel gravestone and back to scary old Halloween town! Arriving at the same spot where it began, the broom dump Mum on the ground, as it drop itself. "Man, what a ride!" Mum got onto his feet. "Made it just in time!"
Molly returned, with a basket of ingredients in hand, along with Spook. Mum quickly picked up the broom as his friends faced him.
"See, nothing happened. We're all here in one piece!"
"Sorry it took so long. It was a big line and the witches sisters had to mix ingredients for the right bottles." Spook explained. Molly handed her basket to Spook and took back the broom.
"Okay, Mum. I'll give you a ride as I promise."
"Actually, I'm too hungry to ride! I'm going home for some lunch! Maybe another time!" And there he goes.
"What's change his mind?" Molly wondered.
"I may had a hunch." Spook picked up a pumpkin seed from the ground.
Mum had enough broom riding for one day. He learned a valuable lesson. Mummies should NOT control broomsticks. Leave that to the witches and warlocks.
