The tall one wins the block
Twelve feet is a different category. Assembly took two of us about twenty minutes and the pole sections seat firmly.

Motion, sound and a build that survives October outdoors.
See it in the scene: The Front Lawn →
Plug-in 120V, motorized, with sound
A full-size witch riding her broom straight up, the stick planted in a four-arm floor base with the bristles on the grass and the hat at twelve feet. She moves and makes noise when the sensor trips, and the green face over the purple cape is the outline every kid on the block knows. Goes at the top of the walk or the corner of the lawn, within cord reach of an outdoor outlet.
There is no separate frame to dress around. The broomstick runs from her hands down to the four-arm black base, bristles at the bottom, so from the sidewalk the only thing holding her up is the thing she is supposed to be riding.
It is 120V plug-in. A cord to an outdoor outlet and she has power for the whole month; nobody is up a ladder the night before swapping batteries in the dark.
Green face, claws, the whole classic silhouette, and the scare level sits at slightly scary. The four-year-olds point at her from the stroller instead of turning around, which means the candy bowl actually empties.
On the night she stands at the top of the walk, moving and making noise whenever the sensor is set off, purple cape and green skirt catching the porch light. Come November she comes apart, the fabric folds, and the whole thing goes flat into the tote. Same corner of the lawn next October, and the neighbors get to have the same conversation about her again.
What holds up
Twelve feet is a different category. Assembly took two of us about twenty minutes and the pole sections seat firmly.
It's a sail in wind, like anything this tall. With real stakes and two guy lines it rode out a gusty night fine.