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We design each event to create fun, excitement, and profits for your Charity. We provide the following to ensure a complete and successful fundraiser event.

• Experience and knowledgeable with tips and advice on how to run a profitable Glo Bingo
• Bingo Machine and Flash Board
• Supplies for bingo including bingo paper, glo hats and glo dabbers
• Black Lights
• Sound System
• DJ/Emcee
• 250 color event flyers with .jpeg file to advertise on social media
• Game programs with your Sponsors listed
• All events are listed on glo-bingo.com website with the option to use online sales
• Facebook event created to share on glo bingo page
• Glow Necklaces thrown out at start of bingo
• Lite up booth for players to purchase additional glo items (optional)

It is an important distinction that YOUR ORGANIZATION is conducting the bingo. We bring the black lights, DJ, Emcee and provide the supplies

Must be able to obtain a limited bingo license from the State of Illinois.

• To receive a bingo license from the state, your organization must be Licensed by the State
• be a licensed bona fide religious, charitable, labor, fraternal, Youth Athletic, Senior Citizens, educational, or veterans organization in Illinois
• Operate without Profit to its members
• Have been in existence in Illinois continuously for 5 year
  Missouri Glo-Bingo See FAQ Below
  

How do we Submit the license Request

You can submit a request electronically at tax.illinois.gov or you can submit a request by mail. Download the application from the Illinois Department of Revenue (Form RB-3) and mail to the address on the application.

There is a $50.00 fee which allows your organization to conduct a maximum of TWO (2) bingo events during the year. NOTE that your organization is required to file taxes (Form RB-1-L) on or before the 20th day following the event.

Allow 4-6 weeks for the state to approve your application.

What Else Do We Have to Do

A deposit of $250.00 is required to secure your date. Call us at (618) 234-0388 to coordinate a date. Then, submit a deposit online here or make a check payable to Tribout Distributors and mail to 517 South Illinois St. Belleville, Illinois 62220

Decide what you want to charge for admission. Most groups have been successful with $20 in advance and $25 at the door.

Get sponsors for the 10 bingo games. Your group can decide if they want to play 10 – $100 games or 10 -$75 games. The sponsors name will be on the program and announced at Glo Bingo. If they have anything with their company name (such as coolie cups, pens, t-shirts, etc) the DJ can use them as giveaways that evening. If you don’t have sponsors, the money for the payout is the responsibility of the organization. Download a sample copy of the program.

The information for the flyers must be sent to us by email at least 6 weeks in advance. Once you have approved the flyer, it will be available for pick up at Tribout Distributors

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Must be able to obtain a Special Bingo/Pull Tab License from the Missouri Gaming Commission. Your organization is conducting the Bingo – We provide the Emcee, Black Lights, DJ, and Supplies.

• Visit www.mgc.dps.mo.gov for information on obtaining the Bingo Licensing. Info will be under the “Charitable Games Tab.” It is a Missouri Bingo/Pull Tab License application form. (PDF).
• You must contact a licensed supplier in Missouri to arrange for the rental of a Bingo Machine, Board, and Glow Paper (6 on 10ups)
• a $250 Non-Refundable deposit is required to reserve your date.

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The story so far: Bingo, a mysterious time traveler from the future, has been released from the Victorian madhouse Bedlam with the assistance of the Mrs. Amanita and a writ from the House of Lords. But Dr. Poppit and his nightmarish creation, the robot Excalibur, are still in charge at the Bethlem Hospital for the Insane.

As soon as Bingo was ensconced within the coach, Mrs. Amanita turned to him, laid a hand on his shoulder and whispered, “Sleep.” He awoke sitting in an out-sized leather chair in a study or drawing room with an oval, oak table as its centerpiece. Clouds of blue smoke wafted from a long-stemmed pipe that Deputy Inspector Harrison was laconically puffing. His drooped eyelids came to life and he stroked his voluminous walrus mustache, aiming the pipe in the direction of their visitor. “He is roused from his slumber. Have you brought your pipe, Mr. Bingo?” Bingo shook his head, noticing the solicitor, Mr. Forsythe, in another chair seated opposite Lady Amanita. “Clever lad! Clever!” guffawed the policeman. “Boy! Fetch this man a pipe! Load it with the sweetest fruits fit to enter a man’s vents.” Lady Amanita’s son Agaric immediately appeared, and then silently ran from the room. He arrived a moment later with an extremely ornate long-stemmed pipe that appeared to show embossed angels and demons flitting about on the bowl. The longer Bingo looked at the pipe, the more the figures appeared to move. It was unclear if the creatures were making sport or engaged in mortal combat.

Mr. Bingo placed the already-lit pipe to his lips and inhaled deeply. All eyes turned to their visitor. He felt his heart race and heard the beating of drums. He leapt to his feet. Everything in the room appeared sepia-hued.

“Where am I? Who are you people?” he demanded.

The rotund solicitor, Mr. Forsythe, let out a friendly laugh, placing a hand on his enormous belly and exhaling an infinite cloud of blue smoke as he did so. “Who are we, you ask. We are not of this world. The question, my boy, is this: who are you?”

Deputy Inspector Harrison turned to Mr. Forsythe, and Bingo saw their lips moving, but all he heard was a series of squeaks and clicking sounds that had no precedent in his experience. His hands began to tremble and sweat poured from his brow. Everyone was smiling and laughing. It was as though they were speaking an ancient language not only foreign to him, but to all humanity. Bingo opened his mouth but the power of speech failed him.

“Does he think we are mere cunning folk? Mad is the hand that moves the mad,” said the solicitor, grinning like an idiot.

“We hail from here,” said the police inspector, pointing at the floor, “and there,” he said, pointing at the ceiling.

“He fails to comprehend us,” said the solicitor laughing, giggling. “His mammalian brain stumbles like a child.”

All of a sudden Bingo smelled damp earth, and his feet were sinking in soft mud. A cool, moist, gelatinous force enveloped his body. A kaleidoscope of geometric green and sepia images encased his vision. He let out a scream. “I’ve lost my mind, I’ve lost my mind! I am mad!”

A hand was holding his, but it wasn’t human. It was clammy, gelatinous, yet somehow soothing. His heart began to slow. Bingo looked up to see Lady Amanita towering over him. She seemed to be a hundred feet tall. The ceiling of the room was replaced with the undersides of giant, brown mushrooms, their gills inhaling and sighing out air in some kind of gas exchange. Limbs were enfolding him. A voice was soothing him. “It’s alright, Bingo. It’s okay. Shhhhhhh. You’re safe. No one will hurt you. Be calm. There, there. There, there.” Bingo felt a series of vibrations as these words were “spoken.” He didn’t hear the words, so much as feel them in his gut simultaneously with the calming vibrations. There was a light, pleasant tapping sensation all over his body, analogous to the purring of a contented feline. It was as if he was being coddled by a giant, clammy cat.

Mrs. Amanita was no longer Mrs. Amanita, but a translucent blob of jelly undulating with light. Bingo kept his gaze fixed on her, too petrified to turn around.

“Shall we sing?” said a voice. There was a murmur of approval. An unearthly yet oddly melodious set of notes repeated themselves, bypassing the ears and directly entering Bingo’s overtaxed mind. He felt the word “light” repeated over and over.

“There, there, Mr. Bingo. I am Mother,” said the amorphous lights that had been Mrs. Amanita, anticipating the question before it was asked. “Not your Mother. Just Mother. Light Mother. You too are light.” Bingo laughed at this, then hyperventilated, then laughed even harder. There were tears running down his cheeks. His dilated eyes were like cups of black tea, inscrutable pools masking their depths.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you.”

“We require your mind, Mr. Bingo,” said the police inspector.

“Not to worry, we will return it in good working order when finished,” said the solicitor. “That is, if you want it returned.”

“Little darling, humans are like small animals to us, fragile, simple, innocent--trapped so long in one form,” said Lady Amanita, holding each of Bingo’s cheeks. “You are like puppies, warm, little puppies.”

The solicitor guffawed again. “Haha! Ah yes! Mammals! Ha! Lovely, such silly beasts.”

“This one is not silly. This one shall help us find our brother. You will, won’t you Mr. Bingo?” Bingo turned his head and saw more undulating lights and shapes. Through his overwhelming synesthesia, he realized this was Agaric, the child from the madhouse tour. “I’m sorry I hit you, Mr. Bingo. You will help us. You will save us. And I will free you.”

“How?”

“We will join, and I will nourish you before I return to the whole.”

“The Whole,” every voice chimed in reverentially.

“We cannot return to The Whole until our brother returns to us. We must find him. He was taken by humans. We need the help of a human to find him. Help us, Bingo. Help us,” said Lady Amanita.

“How can I do that?” asked Bingo. “I am mad.”

“You are not mad. You move quickly. You are warm, and rapid. You and your people are predators. Our power is to bend light and dark. We cannot move as you do without severely taxing our life force. Will you help us?”

“I’ll help you,” said Bingo. At that moment, waves of joy passed over him and the vibrations reached a fever pitch. The air around him seemed to glow orange.

“We knew you would,” said Lady Amanita, lightly stroking his hair.

Bingo blinked his eyes and he saw dense blue fog. The ground under him felt more solid. He blinked again. Now he was sitting at the oak table in the drawing room, his hands clasped with Lady Amanita to the left and Agaric to the right. The circle was closed by Mr. Forsythe the solicitor and Deputy Inspector Harrison, and Mrs. Amanita’s little girl Galerina. The only source of light emanated from a candelabra at the center of the table. A Ouija board was carved into the center of the table, near which a small, rounded stone sat. In the corner of the room loomed an ancient grandfather clock, its pendulum swaying back and forth. Bingo looked around and saw that all of his new friends had resumed their human form again. There was still the vague smell of damp earth. It was clammy hands that held the warm, pulsing hands of Bingo.

Mrs. Amanita gave Bingo’s hand a squeeze. She could feel his animal fear through the saline perspiration running from his hands into hers. She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Don’t break the circle, Bingo. That’s all you have to do. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Bingo gulped hard and nodded.

“We are present,” Lady Amanita called out in a loud, clear voice. “We are light. We are one. We are here to part the veil between worlds.” Upon uttering these words, a cold gust of wind whooshed through the room, though the windows were shut tight, causing the candles to flicker. The ominous grandfather clock gonged twelve times, signaling the onset of the witching hour.

“We beseech the spirits, we command you tell us where our brethren Aldous Brandywine has gone. Is he alive?”

The stone on the Ouija board trembled and moved by an in invisible hand to the carved word: NO.

All in the room let out a pained sigh. “Spirits, tell us where lies the body of our fallen brother?” The stone trembled and then moved to the number five, then zero, then nine, then one. Then came a word: MALDEB. “Is that the name of the one who killed him?” The board answered: NO. “Did our brother die by violence?” YES. “Did Dr. Poppit kill him?” YESYESYESYESYE--

Just then, Lady Amanita’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She let out a long gasp, followed by a maniacal laugh. The sound of thunder could be heard outside, and the wailing of the wind as the window shutters banged against the house. The hands of the clock rapidly moved backwards.

A low, animal voice issued from Lady Amanita’s mouth. “Nooooooooooo. I killed him. I killed him. I kill for sport. Poppit? Hahaha. Poppit, Poppit puppet, my puppet.”

“Who are you?” asked Deputy Inspector Harrison.

“Be quiet, I like this whore’s frame. I will use it. I will use her like I use Poppit. Tool. You’re all my tools. I will kill you all and take you to my master.” A laugh came from Lady Amanita and as she opened her mouth she vomited forth a cloud of moths that flew into the room. Her teeth and eyes were black.

Mr. Forsythe began a chant. “The power of one, the power of light. The power of one, the power of light. The power of one, the power of light.”

The demon seemed amused by this. “You think you can use the power of The Whole against me? I will put you in a hole!” With that, it screamed with a loud squeal, like a pig being killed. Galerina began to cry. Lady Amanita’s body wrenched free of the circle and she levitated and hovered over the table.

“Close the circle, don’t break the circle,” shouted Harrison over the din. Mr. Forsythe kept chanting. A gale force wind threatened to knock them out of their chairs. The demon continued to laugh. “Name yourself demon. By the power of The Whole, by the Truth and the Light name yourself! Name yourself!”

“Fuck you! Whore of The Whole. Fuck you!” The demon spat a long stream of black ichor in the face of the police inspector.

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“Name yourself, demon!”

“The power of one, the power of light!”

Lady Amanita threw her head back and screamed again. Her body rocked as though it was under attack. It began to spin in midair.

“MAL-FEE-SON!” screamed the demon. “MAL-FEE-SON!” It said the word as though it was strangled out of it.

Harrison cried, “Malfeeson, you are named! Be gone, demon, be gone. You hold no power over this circle.”

The demon let out a long, low groan, then turned to Bingo. “My...master wants you, time traveler. Wants you. He will kill...all that you hold...dear. I will feed you to him.”

“Malfeeson, be gone! By the power of The Whole, we banish you!”

“You...are more difficult. Why can you not be Christians? Christians are so...weak.”

“Be gone!”

With that, Lady Amanita fell to the table. The grandfather clock gonged. The windows exploded, and the clock pitched forward to the floor with a thunderous crash. Mr. Forsythe broke the circle and stood up. “Our dear brother, Aldous Brandywine, return to us! Return to The Whole! Take your revenge on them who killed you! Destroy them.” Then, he toppled forward on to the table, and the candles went out, and all was silent as the grave.

Lady Amanita and Mr. Forsythe were revived with smelling salts and a few drops of Mrs. Right Away’s Tincture of Opium Cure-All placed on a sugar cube. (Truly, Mrs. Right Away makes a restorative tonic that can surpass the samplings of every age of mankind.)

Bingo, the children, and Deputy Inspector Harrison were dazed; the room was destroyed. Seeing Bingo’s worried look, Lady Amanita gently patted his arm. Her voice was soft, but strong. “All is well, Mr. Bingo. This form weakens us. We must be expeditious in our use of it. I must thank you for lending your strength to the circle. Your spirit is strong. You saw our true form, yet you did not run as some have.”

“It was a pleasure to assist you,” said Bingo. “I hope you could claim victory in this battle.”

“It was more like a draw,” said Forsythe. “This demon, Malfeeson, is a potent evil born of a more potent evil. The next battle will be yours to fight. We cannot join our spirits to yours in that fight. You will not be able to draw on our strength, because you are not part of The Whole.”

“But we can give you this,” said Lady Amanita, smiling. “Weapons to fight this scourge.” She placed an empty scabbard and sword hilt attached to a belt in Bingo’s hands.

“It’s empty,” he said. “There is no sword attached to the hilt. What good can this do me?”

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“It won’t be when the time comes, and when it does come, you will seldom have a more powerful ally. All you must do is wear the scabbard into battle, and believe in the power you have. You must carry no other weapons with you, or this--the most powerful one of all--will fail you.”

“You said weapons? Can I carry nothing else?”

“No, there is something else,” said Lady Amanita. “Agaric, come here.” The boy came forward and smiled. He had a serene look on his cherubic face. Lady Amanita bent to one knee and smiled. She whispered to him, “You know what to do.”

“Goodbye, Mother.”

“No, there is no goodbye. We will meet again in The Whole.” She kissed him and stood up.

Bingo shuffled his feet and looked uneasy. “What is all this?”

Agaric approached him and tugged on his pant leg. “It’s alright, Mr. Bingo. There is no pain. You will understand, in time.” He smiled, nodded, and held out his hand. Something compelled Bingo to take it. As he did so, he felt a powerful jolt, like an electric shock. When he regained his senses, the boy was gone, and the hand that touched him was balled tightly in a fist.

“Open your hand, Mr. Bingo,” said Mrs. Amanita. He did, and there was a small, red mushroom with white dots on its cap in his palm.

“He is dead. I have killed the boy.”

Mrs. Amanita took his hand in hers. “Easy now. Easy. The boy is not dead. He has left behind one form and taken up another. Beings like us cannot die. You will take him with you, and when you have tried and failed, and all seems lost, you will eat him, and in so doing you and those around you will know your true form, and your true strength. For although you are a more primitive breed of creature, you also are a being of light. Once you do this, Agaric will eventually return to us.”

Deputy Inspector Harrison stepped forward. “Time is running out. You must now return to Bedlam. That is the abode of this creature, Malfeeson. He must be defeated. You will receive no help from the mortal authorities of this world. Our ability to use them is extinguished and the forces of evil are arraying them against us. Even now, the police and the courts make their way here to destroy all of us. When the demon revealed itself to us, it also saw who we are. Our disguise is now useless. We are marked. Only by putting an end to this madness will you free the people of this corporeal world from the terror of the dark.”

“Excalibur will be waiting for me.”

“No,” sighed Amanita, “Not Excalibur, but an army of Excaliburs lies in wait to destroy you and to capture the city of London, and then the world. They would not simply do away with the mad; they would enslave all mankind to a demon overlord.”

“And Dr. Brandywine?”

“We tried to free his spirit from its chains,” sighed Harrison. “He has not returned to The Whole. We fear he may be lost forever, or imprisoned in a dimension whose tortures you do not dare imagine. Know this,” he said much more quietly. “Should you fail in your task, you and all you love will be taken to a cruel place where there is no hope of rescue, a void where no light can ever enter. Should that happen, we, the People of the Light, will be forced to abandon this world to its fate. We are too weak to defend it now, and once the Damned take over a world, they consume that world entirely.”

“I understand,” said Bingo.

Just then, a gunshot ripped through a window. Mr. Forsythe gripped his chest and fell to the ground. They ran to the window and looked outside at an assembled phalanx of uniformed police. They watched as a cannon on a two-wheeled artillery carriage was being drawn up. Mrs. Amanita kissed Bingo on the cheek. “There is no more time. It has begun. You must go. There is a horse waiting for you at the back of the house. It will know where to take you.”

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“I can’t leave you here,” said Bingo.

“We will meet again in another life, Mr. Bingo. Be calm. All will be well.” Just then, a powdery burst of mortar and brick caved in part of the room. Mrs. Amanita and Deputy Inspector Harrison ran to the gaping hole in the wall with pistols in hand as the sound of loud rifle reports peppered the building. Bingo lowered his head, placed the mushroom in his pocket and ran out of the room and down a narrow flight of stairs. Just before he reached the back door, another shell rocked the entire house. Bingo felt certain he had abandoned his new friends to their doom.

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He found the horse just as the police began to storm the building. He leapt into the saddle, ducked low and took off at a gallop over an open green as first one shot, then another snapped through the air past him. He made it to a small wooded glade, passed through it, and raced off into the countryside, away from the forces of perdition now massed against him.