The stickiest trick

"Trick or treat!" I called as my friend, a zombie, rang the bell. As we waited, I turned to him: "Does my clown makeup still look good?" He nodded. "Does mine?" "Yeah." Before someone answered to the door, some kid came screaming towards us. "Help! Help me please!"

We turned around to face him. “Aaah you’re monsters too? Aaah…” the kid ran away as he was chased by a group of Halloween costumers. Poor kid, who’s gonna tell him? We shrugged and rang the bell again. “Trick or treat!” we greeted. An elderly lady dropped a few sweets in our bag.

As she closed the door, Brian peeked in his bag to see what it was she gave us. "Frickin' Charleston Chew?" he cried. "Strawberry flavor, too," Mona added, "the worst kind." "She'll pay for this," Brian said, "at midnight tonight. You in?" Mona & Andrea nodded, then looked at me.

“I’ve got a pickup truck full of Mary Janes. At midnight tonight, this house learns the consequences of bad treats. We will build a peanut taffy berm around their front door!”

Sure enough, at midnight, it took them all of 10 minutes to erect the peanut taffy berm around the door. Now they waited for the trick or treaters to start trick or treating. This was going to be a great night!

By midnight, those still out were much more dangerous than costumed kiddos. They watched from the window. The first fanged creature approached the door, with a pillowcase full of candy. As it stepped upon the berm, its feet sunk into the peanut taffy. It worked! They trapped one!

They got the pillowcase "Jackpot! no more candy for you little fanged creature from hell!" The fanged creature was angry and tried to escape from the taffy, but the sugar content was too much that it melted his body. They knew that was the answer and a weapon to win war!