Bat thought there might be a market for nudist Halloween art, but he needed a model, so he called up Glenda the good witch and made his pitch. "Without a stitch?" Glenda said, "What's the work pay?" Ghoulie offered a bottle of Glenfiddich. "I won't get rich," said the witch, "but it's better than digging a ditch. Just don't tell my boyfriend Mitch. He's the jealous sort."

Ghoulie took Glenda out to his studio. It was dark, so he flipped the switch. Glenda was shocked at the artist's bad taste in decor. Every niche was filled kitsch. Nonetheless, she struck a pose without a twitch. Ghoulie got to work. The session was going without a hitch... but then there was a glitch.

The door opened and in walked Glenda's nosy neighbor, Fitch. "Tch, tch, Glenda," said the interloper, "wait till I snitch to Mitch!"

"Eek!" shrieked Glenda, and grabbing her hat and broom she streaked (and we do mean streaked) off into the night.

Which is how Bat ended up with this sculpture...