Ray Bradbury credited as playing...
Narrator
- Narrator: Ah yes, Joe Pipkin. Some say that on the day he was born, all the soda pop bottles in the world fizzed over. Pipkin who could yell louder, sing better, and eat more popcorn. Pip, the greatest boy who ever lived.
- Narrator: It was a small town, by a small river, by a small lake, in a northern part of a Midwest state. There wasn't so much wilderness around that you couldn't see the town. On the other hand there wasn't so much town around that you couldn't see and feel and touch the wilderness. The town was full of fences to walk on and sidewalks to skate on, and the muted cries and laughter of boys and girls full of costume dreams and spirits, preparing for the greatest night of the year. Better than Easter, better than Christmas, Halloween.
- Narrator: The ravine. The ravine was filled with varieties of darkness, night, shadows, toad eyes and raven beaks. The ravine, the birthplace of mushrooms and pale toad stools, whispers and drippings that called 'come, stay, linger and hide, hide here forever, never go, stay, stay'.
- Narrator: The pumpkins on the tree were not mere pumpkins. Each had a face sliced in it, each face was different. Every nose was a weirder nose, every mouth smiled hideously in some new way. A thousand grimaces and two times a thousand pairs of fresh cut eyes. Each blink held the remnant holiday spirit of years gone by.