If you complain sourly all day long, people call you my name. Yet along the sunny ocean surf, walking sideways is my claim to fame. What am I?

I am full of cold sweetness, yet I scream silently while melting on your hand.

I stand at the front of the classroom, mark your papers in red, and help every student gain knowledge each day. Who am I?

What musical instrument loves to sunbathe on the beach?

I have rivers with no water, mountains with no stone, and a miniature world that spins on a student's desk. What am I?

I am picked from the patch during the autumn harvest to make a spooky lantern, but slice me up and I become a holiday pie. What am I?

What do you get when you cross a snowstorm with a famous vampire?