The terrible Sanderson sisters escape from the spellbook to haunt your display cases in POP edition, and the atmosphere of Salem comes back to life between botched spells, flying vacuum cleaners and nighttime chases! For anyone just arriving, Winifred, Mary and Sarah make up THE evil Halloween trio, 90s style. To the great delight of Hocus Pocus fans, the medieval dresses in autumn tones, the wild hairstyles and the witchy grimaces are now miniaturized into Funko figures loaded with nostalgia. But that's not all! The mystical gathering is joined by Billy Butcherson, mouth sewn shut and glassy stare, freshly out of the ground. Not forgetting the spellbook with its living eye that promises to watch over every bewitched collection! These pocket-sized icons will turn any display into a sabbath HQ where the black candle flame burns forever.
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Winifred Sanderson, an imposing figure with flaming hair, advances like a storm, her spellbook clutched close, a knowing whisper of her ambitions. Her words, sharp as blades, crack through the air, orchestrating a controlled chaos where magic dances as it pleases. The self-proclaimed leader of her clumsy younger sisters, she swings between cackles and bursts of rage, her malevolent genius eclipsing everything. But behind her piercing gaze lies the echo of a dread she cannot erase: the specter of time catching up with her, threatening to extinguish her brilliance forever.

Mary Sanderson sniffs the air with a strange intensity, her nostrils quivering at the faintest trace of a stray child. Her role is clear: to track, to guide, to serve. Always in Winifred's shadow, she tries to make herself indispensable, offering a mix of sincere clumsiness and animal instinct. Her hesitant laughter masks a palpable anxiety, as if she feared disappointing at every moment. Yet when the time comes to act, Mary reveals an unsuspected precision and determination, her instincts turning her hesitations into formidable weapons.

Sarah Sanderson steps forward humming a sweet, unsettling melody, her serpentine voice slipping into minds like a fatal invitation. She dances more than she walks, brushing against the world around her with an almost ethereal lightness. Yet beneath her bursts of laughter and childlike airs, a darker shadow takes shape. Sarah is unpredictable, swinging between carefree whimsy and icy cruelty, playing with her prey like a cat with a mouse. She charms, seduces, deceives, but always with a disconcerting finesse that leaves her victims disoriented.

The Sanderson sisters form a chaotic trio, but their magic flows like a single black thread, weaving spells as powerful as their quarrels are frequent. Winifred commands with shrill authority, Mary watches with a precise flair, and Sarah bewitches with a simple smile. Their return to Salem is not a revenge, but an insatiable thirst for life, youth and immortality. Every gesture, every word whispered in the moonlight aims to rekindle a power that time has sought to extinguish. Together, they are not just witches: they are an ancient force, terrifying and terribly human.