Blake Skelton seems to have stumbled upon a witch’s cauldron.

The fire burns and the cauldron bubbles.

Eye of newt and toe of frog in the caldron boil and bake.

What do you call it when a skeleton lies? A fib-ula. Blake Skelton better behave or he might find himself in that cauldron.

Time for Blake to skull–daddle before something wicked this way comes.

“Going so soon? I wouldn’t hear of it. Why, my little party’s just beginning!”