Ghoul NYC mixed media. This one was a bit better.

I quite liked all the bits assembled together in a collage.

The Scream 2 . Ghoul NYC.

Yes, the Ghouls had done their art homework and done a copy of the Munch piece in blood red, their favorite color. First they copied Andy Warhol, now Munch, can no one do anything original anymore ?

There was ghouls everywhere on the walls

One had red eyes , both, and red mouth. I can see they were all experimenting with the red eye look with subtle variations, at least they were trying.

"Self Portrait with crazy eyes, Ghoul."

It seems like the Ghouls wanted in on the art scene too. This mixed medium piece was quite good, the ghoul had probably created a decent likeness, but would you pay money for this piece and have it on your fireplace? There was no red stickers I noted.

"Hey, Ghoulie, did you brush your teeth this morning? Looks like you had one too many last night, judging from that bleary red eye, blue thing you got going on, or maybe this how Ghouls do colored contact lenses, a big craze here 20 years ago , I know you Ghouls take some time catching up on our Human Fashion Fads. You look like my ex boyfriend,on a good day. Anyone try to buy you yet!! Har, Har!"

( I did the Skelly laugh to indicate I know their language.)

He stared back at me blankly.

"Nufink wrong wiv me teeth. I floss every night. Who you looking at anyway Preencess? Leave it out. I like being an art piece,at least someone might notice me now and want to make a movie of me. Night of the living dead art piece, it might be called. Grrr, go away leave us alone. I was napping, wasn't I?"

In a tiny gallery on 24th Street, one of the lesser traipsed lower profile Chelsea gallery streets way at the back was a suspiciously ghoulish art exhibit Che

Whoever had curated this show had simply hotch potched everything together and thrown the art work up on the wall with no rhyme or reason to it at all.

The moose on the wall was splattered with paint and had some paint rags hanging off his antlers.

"Hey, Moosey,what happened to you, what is all that paint crap stuck to your antlers, you look like you lost a fight with a petulant five year old."

"No, SP, way worse, those dreaded Skellys found me in a haunted mansion upstate, took me off the wall where I had been quietly living minding my own business for a good hundred years, and said,Moosey, you are coming to Chelsea with us now. As people love looking at stuffed dead trophy animals on the wall, they will love looking at you and therefore will probably love our latest art show entitled, Skellys hit Chelsea, long live Chelsea, Soho is dead, as you are in it ! Har! Har! Smile for the iPhone !

Woe is me. Check all the art pieces of the ghouls around me, it is embarrassing to be up here . I wanna go home...", he cried.

Old Moosey was far from thrilled, poor wee lamb, I mean moose.

At the back of my mind, I had a sneaky feeling that those Skellys were doing some more cultural infiltration so I decided to go to Chelsea for a "Reccy" ( Glaswegian for reconnaissance / check out)

It didn't take very long for me to see that those Skellys were up to no good again.

To make matters worse for the first time ever in 100 years it was a 2 page New Yorker cover

On the second page, one of the lovely, sweet boys had reached up and given Mr Atlas his red wooly scarf and wee bunnet ( that is Glaswegian for hat) to keep him warm after he got cold from finishing his globe push up exercises. Gosh, they really bonded obviously.

I didn't even think of giving Mr Atlas my scarf, just shows you that the lessons are there if you stop for a minute to consider them, all these dollars for the homeless that I give out are diddly squat compared to giving up your scarf on a cold night for an old statue , even if it is the
most famous one in the Big Apple.

Well, those two boys are good, they are obviously destined for great things and The New Yorker picked up on that, what a smart magazine it is.

The next morning I jumped out of bed, it was the best day of the week, The New Yorker day

I ran downstairs to fetch the magazine and I could not believe the cover.

Wow! There was the little boy from last night talking to Mr Atlas
and the snow was falling gently round them both.

Gosh, it seems everyone was talking about the boys, Mr Atlas, the Skellys, Jemima and Humph and the impending Skelly Revolution and golly gee my favorite mag, had picked up on it. I looked hard at the cover trying to find me, but it was just Mr Atlas and one of the lads.

Well I consoled myself with the thought that I NEARLY made the cover of The New Yorker over my boiled egg and lumpy porridge that morning.

"Well, go on then, clever clogs, spill the beans? Is there a young man today that can impress Mr Wisdom who has seen it all?", I asked Atlas.

"It is Harry Potter, you dopey lot, he has been saving the world single handedly for years in all his many adventures. Wizzy and I watch all his movies on our iPads when all the tourists are asleep in the early, early morn, we love him. If Harry can do it then these two lads should get their chance to try their hand too, perhaps they could even star in the next movie, Harry Potter and the Sleazy Skellys. It is bound to be the best one yet."

Well these brave boys should be very excited now they will be movie stars before they know it! One good deed deserves another I always say. I turned round to congratulate the boys and give them the gallery address where all the action would be, but they had gone.

No wonder, it was past 11pm, those boys must have left with their mother.

The Toy Soldiers, Atlas, Mr Wisdom, all were frozen still, the skaters were thinning out, just a few stragglers and now that bitter, relentless New York wind had really picked up.

I pulled my blue sheepskin collar tighter round my neck and despondently left the scene and all my new friends to trudge home alone, what's new.

Who, who, who?

The skaters all rushed up towards the giant tree, which is right next to Mr Wisdom's wall mural. They demanded, needed, insisted on knowing who the young hero was Mr Wisdom seemed so impressed with.

All the skaters stopped what they were doing and turned to look up at Mr Wisdom

Who, who is it? Tell us now!

Lads, lads, aren't you forgetting someone very important from this generation? Asked Mr Wisdom the giant mural over the door

Who? who? Mr Wisdom, who is the hero of the 21st century?

We young lads can save the day!

Who knocked down Goliath with only a simple stone and a sling?
Yes, our very own Sammy Samson, and he was only 9 when he did it.

What about Joseph and his coat of technicolor and his amazing dreams of 7 good years and 7 bad years?

All the Toy Soldiers are in and we have drums and guns and weapons, piped up the second soldier proudly.

Excuse me butting in on your workout,Mr Atlas,but can I say something here?

All of a sudden all the Toy Soldiers that were guarding the skating rink, were getting very excited.

Mr. Atlas, the guards are coming from inside Rock Center to see what all the ruckus is about

Look those lovely, sweet boys have offered to join us in the Fight against the Undead. If you could just stop the world push ups for a second, this is important. They are only 11 and 9, but they realize the importance of this here mission and the opportunity it offers the boys to look cool and exciting on Facebook. Will you allow them to join us? "

"Move the world to the right"

He hoisted it up on his right side.

A few people clapped, which seemed to only encourage him more.
(Ah, the male ego, never misses a chance to show off.)

Suddenly on cue,Mr Atlas started lifting his world up and down over his shoulders , I must say his breathing control was perfect, he would make a good yogi.

"And, hup, one" he breathed in his strong arms flexing.

"Hup, two." He breathed out and hoisted his world high, with an audible sigh, winking at me and smiling at the small crowd that gathered around to watch the spectacle. One little girl started crying, but the crowd hushed her.

"I will show the Skellys who is boss in this town, and ah Hup"

Mr Atlas, listen up, I have good news.

"Princess, I am getting my photo taken with those two nicely behaved boys. Can this wait ? Yes, I do work out every day mam. No, not at Equinox or NY Sports, no I do my own routine right here at my post. The world makes a great weight. I lift it up and down 50 times first thing in the morning, really gives the heart a good pump.

SP,I am busy with this nice family, don't you ever let up?".



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We heard about the Skelly Revolution, my brother and I are ready to sign up, we want to help.

Two lovely young lads who were standing at the base of Mr Atlas, not defacing him in any way, suddenly waved me down.

Wow, all of a sudden things were looking up.

"Can we skip school and stay up all night to protect Jemima and the other art pieces. That would make such a cool Facebook status update, all our classmates would be jealous! I do karate and my brother is a yellow belt in Judo!"

"Well we do need all the help we can get to beat those dastardly Skellys, do you think your friends would help too?"I asked the boys, "Let me ask Mr Atlas what he thinks about bringing the age range down a bit."