I’m born in the depths where no light ever gleams, Then rise to escape in a sigh or a scream. Some blame me, some claim me, some flee my offence I slip past your guard with a puff of suspense

I'm best pals with salt, If you sneeze, it's probably my fault. I can also be green, yellow or red. Or so spicy your taste buds will be dead. What am I?

A hippie, a smartie, a couple, the crew. Fighting against monsters, liars, and voodoo. Along with a dog that has a penchant for snacks. These young detectives are always on the scene. Hop along and join their mystery machine.

I have eyes but I cannot see. I contain a scream but I have no mouth. I am the staple of a cold treat. What am I that beats the summertime heat.

The end of my name rings of the royal, But where I’m hung up could make your skin boil! I am stuffed with delights by the dozen Or by two stinky twins, and their ten wriggly cousins.