He was attaching braces to the pumpkins teeth.

He was attaching braces to the pumpkins teeth. "Ding Dong." He went to the door & opened "Trick or Treat!" He handed out toothbrushes. "They're sonic screwdrivers for your teeth"

The children had had enough of the Dentist's anti-halloween bullcrap. They'd been prepared. They'd trained day and night. Discipline. They were an elite unit. A cohesive task force

...No! What's this? Run for your lives! It's mouthwa-" And with one gargle, Connie had thwarted the evil plot. Now on to the mundane. Balancing her checkbook, Connie noticed

that stocks in Scope had taken a nose dive recently. How could she conquer halitosis if the company went bankrupt? Looking further down the ledger she discovered

that a simple addition error meant that they were solvent after all. Solvent, and positively swimming in simoleons, the universal currency created in 2013 in response to the

large influx of the Sims players in the voting primaries as predicted by that guy we all referred to colloquially as "Old Walrus Face". Simlish was on par with Esperanto by 2013,

and within a decade was the dominant global language. The Sims now occupied 92% of all major national political seats worldwide. Old Walrus Face had warned us. The was but one man

who could save us. He was the Egg Man. Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye was what finally tipped us off. Egg Man and Old Walrus Face trained us quickly for Sims

' Pig Sty-building competition. We nailed it. To all you expert textpert choking smokers losers I say, you underestimated us and let your knickers down-goo goo goo joob, suckers!