I can be scary, in one story, a carved version of me was a head. I can be tasty, my name is synonymous with a flavor combo, with my name, that does not include me. Add Head to the end, and you have a series of horror movies. Score me, carve me, scoop me, bake my insides, and put a candle in my remains.

In greeting, I am five In fighting, I am zero In cursing, I am the center one In approving, I am the end one What am I?

A swashbuckling cat wore me during his quest, To prove that a feline can be dressed for the best. I am England’s name for the back storage car part, And what a computer does to warm up and start.

I fall to guard the burning view, A silent door you never knew. I drop in trust, I rise in fear, I fade and live a thousand times a year. To grant you sight, I briefly hid. What opens sight by being slid?

Hardened voyager from a tropic tree, I wear a hairy coat and three blind eyes. Inside I hold white flesh and clear fresh milk. I'm a nut by name, a drupe by law. Crack my armor for island gold.