The Headless-prankster hath sprung forth!
By the Troupple King’s Stem! What on Earth was this?! Was this a common villager, wearing a pumpkin on his head?! No, Shovel Knight could tell from the burning glow from within the gourd, this was no mere villager. Something rubbed Shovel Knight the wrong way, so he held out his shovel defensively and spoke.
“H-Halt! Who goes there?! Identify yourself!”









