Once upon a Halloween night, in a creaky old haunted house on Spooky Street, lived a particular skeleton named Skelly. Skelly was not frightening like his roomies, but quite the opposite, he was an aspiring comedian.
His dream was to be the first skeleton comedian, much to the chagrin of the “scary” ghosts, ghouls, and witches around him. Skelly’s good-natured puns and bone-tickling jokes were always met with rolling ectoplasmic eyes.
On this particular Halloween, Skelly had been crafting a new joke that was bound to make even the grumpier ghouls giggle. “Why didn’t the skeleton cross the road?” he began. The room filled with groans, preparing for another simplistic punchline.
“Because he didn’t have the guts!” Skelly declared, laughing so hard his jaw bone fell off. Much to Skelly’s surprise, the room burst into laughter. The ghosts howled, the witches cackled, even the stone-faced ghouls cracked a smile.
From that day on, word spread and no haunted house was complete without a comedic skeleton. Every Halloween, Skelly left the scares behind, brightening up the spooky night with laughter instead. And that’s the tale of how Skelly invented the funny bone.