We’re ushering in the spookiest month of the year with a dinner party, and you, Abraham Lincoln’s ghost, and everyone’s favorite skeletal rickshaw driver, Rick Shaw, are invited. Find your seat between the Terrible Old Man and a fox named Mr. Scamper who won’t stop screaming, and spend an hour with Rach and Syd as they talk Victorian haunts, fondly recall a presidential seance, and try their hand at spooky acronyms. Dinner’s on, and a ghoul who sounds like Sammy Davis Jr. has already inexplicably begun using Rachel as a medium; he’s got a number of questions about cows, and it’s time to answer them with a series of songs on the spirit trumpet. Can we expect you? Respond Spooky, Very Please.
