I like Halloween There once was a crank

I like Halloween There once was a crank that was very nice .It was Halloween night and when he trick or treated nobody gave him candy because he was to scary he He ate

some poison, unable to live with himself and his poor grammar. He spent his first night in the afterlife joining in with a 'trick or treat'

practice session, where he learned the proper intonation & nonverbal cues to ask for candy, while still retaining the traditional, albeit doubtful, threat of an actual trick.

You think holding a bag open and yelling "Trick or Treat" is it? You want to maximize your loot don't you?" said the instructor, a middleaged woman with a crooked warty nose. Johny

fidgeted nervously. That's exactly what he thought. "Trick or treating requires a coordinated effort," continued the crone, "weapons, intel, tactics…" She glanced at Johny, "What

the hell are you talking about?" Johny said. The crone recoiled, spitting smoke and candy corns. "YEEEAAARRGGHHHH! HERETIC!" she screeched, pointing a bony, yellowed finger at

the ,soon to be miserable, mortal standing before her. Johny was not impressed by the theatrics.

The musical Dracula was going to be better than that.The director was a waterdog who could swim better that Leonard. The music was like something out of a lissome lioness being at

t AWOL, recognizing a SNAFU when she saw one. The sound of sirens split the silence. Over a loudspeaker both sides surrendered simultaneously. "Sheesh," she sighed.