It had to be one of his best ideas yet, and he was rather proud of himself for thinking of it. There had been plenty of things to bring about it. He had been rather pumped after writing lyrics upon lyrics for Amigos De Amor that he was all a flutter with the sweet song of romance. He often broke into a fractured chorus of half-created songs just to hear them and think of the rest. Then there were the other bands who sang similar songs that made him sigh. To add to this was a recent baby scare and the recent gossip going about the school. People were still talking about the elections and how a certain undead was kissed by the now newly-established Public Relations Representative. While Calder had not been too thrilled about that memory, other ghouls were pinning away, holding their hearts (or where they hearts should be), and wishing they had some buff boa to call their own.

That that's when he thought of it! One of his better ideas that he was sure would please everyone. Since the destruction of the personal ad board had simply punished them all for seeking out company, everyone was left with a message that try to bond with someone was a mistake worthy of being punished for. Hellma's work of course, as Calder had no good words to say about the rather nasty, eraser-throwing gremlin. Would he let her win by doing nothing? Of course not! He had plans of his own and he would reignite the flame of passion in everyone in the role of Monstrous Matchmaker.

Grinning to himself, he wrestled through piles of rope tossed aside up against Breck's shed. Tossing aside a few nooses, he grabbed the ropes and headed off. He had lots of prep work to do, not to mention all the invitations. There was a lot to setting up "atmosphere" and he wasn't about to disappointed the student body with half-baked scenery.

What he found most challenging was location. They needed privacy – but what really made him decide was a place that had chairs and tables. The cafeteria was massive, but what he decided on was the Home-Ick room. It had some tables and chairs, and the sort of closed-in, private atmosphere that would be perfect. He could decorate it to his liking, and after that Ooga-Casserole escaped, they had nothing there that would eat them whole. Well, aside from those he invited.

Scouting the place, he held up his thumb and put his own plans up in his mind. Perfect.

That set, he threw the pile of ropes in his room along with the ratty clothes he found laying about. Just some sewing and they would be good as new.

With that, he sat down with a pile of paper and set about working on the invitations. The leeches stood at attention, interested by all the new things their kelpie friend had brought in. Fester made it a point to crawl up on Calder's head to watch. Reaching up, he held up one of the invites and grinned. "What do you say, friend? Want to help me out?"

The leech looked at the paper and nipped Calder's ear.

"I'll take that as a yes!" And he petted his friend, who wiggled his tail. No doubt Fester didn't realize this would be work, but the deal was already made and on this one occasion, Calder wasn’t about to let his friend get out of it.


"My master has 3 thousand knives,
Yet when he calls me 'dear'.
It cuts sharper than those dull blades,
When it stabs me through my ear."


He hummed to himself as he pulled out a long roll of black ribbon.


"No corrosive green or acidic blue,
Could ever match his eyes.
No medicine exist to prevent the way,
His gaze can paralyze."


He cut some length of ribbon, and made a pile to add a nice accent to the invitations.


"I've been dead upon this block,
Cold through and through.
But my heart beats again once more,
All because of you."


He took an invitation and tied it up nicely, and held it out to see. Oh yes, that would do nicely, and to test it, he crawled over and slipped it under his own door. Perfect. It fit.

Moving back, he set it down and sighed at the large pile he had yet to work on. It was a good thing he didn't have any homework tonight, but looking at the pile just made him realize how he really had too much free time of his own. It was awfully lonesome.


"Your touch shot through me, Electric blue,
Quick as white hot fire.
A charge, a spark, a lightning bolt
And kindled my desire."


He sighed and set to work. One invitation down. Many more to go. All the while, he hummed his song, and looked over as Fester crawled away, looking a little more green due to the rather sappy lyrics of his roommate. One would think the leech would be used to it by now.