The eyes would have been unnerving enough if the didn't blink. But they did.
And that little difference somehow made it about 20 times worse.

Mumbo couldn't get rid of them either. Not only was the idea terrifying but he physically couldn't get close enough to the eyes to get them off his house.
Truth be told, they didn't do much besides sit there and be creepy, so he could live with it.

If he lived in his house with a blindfold.

Mumbo sighed, kicking the minecart down the track, watching it go until it turned around the bend on its merry little way to Grian's house. He asked Scar for help with the eyes but the poor wizard was clueless. So the next step was to ask the resident prankster and pray that he'd have a way on how to get rid of them.
Hopefully Grian got the message and would meet up with him soon. Mumbo wasn't sure but the eyes might have just winked at him.

Which somehow made the situation even worse.

Mumbo sighed and pushed his hair out of his face, staring into the sky as he envisioned the massive spires that would hold up his base.
Yeah...4- no 8 of them, in a circle? Or would an octagon be easier? He grabbed some stone and set to work laying out a shape. Straight lines felt easier, so he went for the octogon rather than suffer with circles.

It went surprisingly smooth, losing himself to the rhythm until he ran out of supplies. Frowning, he glanced up at his progress- and barely half the shape was finished. He'd need a lot more than he initially though.

Whatever- it was a start. As he turned back to his hobbit hole, he noticed Scar come running through the forest.

And then run straight into a stick of bamboo and fall flat on his back.

"Scar?" He asked gently, climbing up the hill to the wizard. "Two things- are you okay? And why are you in leather armour?"

"Hi Mumbo. Erm. Can you help me with a trap?"

Mumbo stopped in his tracks, surprised at the request. Most people came to him for redstone help, and while a trap is technically redstone, it was a bit of an odd ask.
"I'm sorry whAT?"

"Yeah, a trap. Grian made Larry grow a moustache. I want to get back at him." Scar explained. It felt...wrong to hide the truth from Mumbo but he wasn't positive about his theory. He needed more than a few similarities to be sure.

"I mean, at least he didn't steal mine this time. Though I think he added eyes to my base." Mumbo stuck his thumb over his shoulder to where the base was nestled into the hillside. "I'd invite you in to speak, but it's unnerving so I won't subject you to that."

"So you'll help me?"

"Yeah. What are you planning to do to him after he's trapped?"

"I...don't know." He admitted, suddenly interested in studying the floor.

"Don't worry about it yet. I've still got to design the trap after all." Mumbo said, gently bumping Scar in the shoulder. "I'll let you know when I'm done."

Scar nodded, moving to walk away before he remembered. "Oh- one last thing Mumbo. Use iron."

"Iron? Erm- okay. You're lucky I have an iron farm in that case.

"Wait you never explained why you're in leather armour! Goodness me people call me the spoon!"