Deimos: OK, everybody, grab a bucket or a basket and we can go trick-or-treating...
Umbriel: You can't go trick-or-treating, it is not a custom in this country.
Deimos: Not fair. We are all dressed up. What can we do?
Umbriel: Well, you can just go around and try to scare people. Like this. BOO! What are you dressed as?
Deimos: Fomalhaut is of course the pirate captain and I'm his trusty first mate. Arrrrr!
Rastaban: I'm a vampire!
Deimos: Not fair, you are a vampire anyway.
Rastaban: Am I not scary enough?
Deimos: Yes, but...
Rastaban: But nothing! BOO!
Algol: I'm an escaped prisoner. Ni!
Deimos: You are supposed to say BOO.
Algol: I'm one of the knights who say Ni!
Deimos: You just said you were an escaped prisoner.
Algol: I'm an escaped prisoner who says Ni!
Eggie: I'm picachu. Pica, pica!
Niks & Naks: We are trolls, of course.
Deimos: Not fair, you are trolls anyway. And throw away that bag, we are not supposed to go trick-or-treating.
Niks: But we are...
Naks: We think we know where we can get something...
Niks & Naks: TRICK OR TREAT!
Spock: I beg your pardon...
Niks: Give us some treats...
Naks: Or we'll do some dirty tricks....
Niks: Like maybe bite your toes...
Spock: Are you some kind of local mafia?
Niks: We are no mafia!
Naks: Just go and get us something good to eat!
Spock: Oh, I see, you are just hungry. Why did you not say so in the first place. Give me your bag and I'll get you something to eat.
Niks: It's better be good...
Naks: Or else...
Niks and Naks return to the rest of the gang with a bag full of ... something.
Deimos: Did you get anything?
Niks: We sure did.
Naks: A bag full of something.
Fomalhaut: Let's see what you got!
Algol: But these are veggies!
Eggie: Definitely no candy!
Fomalhaut: Well, the carrots aren't so bad.
Eggie: and the corn cob is OK, too.
Rastaban: And whad do I get? A cabbage? It is not even blood colored!
Deimos: The Vulcans have green blood. Imagine that it is a Vulcan head...
Rastaban: A Vulcan head... mmmmmmmmmmm......
Deimos: And what is this?
Niks: It's a Vulcan plomeek.
Deimos: But it is rock hard. How are you supposed to eat this.
Naks: You don't eat it raw. ..
Niks: You must make plomeek soup out of it...
Naks: First you have to learn to cook...
Deimos: Not likely. Listen, guys, this will not do. Grab some tools, and we'll go and raid the chocolate cake our person made!
Deimos: Algol, you can't cut a cake with a rake! A spade and a saw are a bit better, but I think it is better if I cut the cake with my sword...
Outsider: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Well, I prevented the raid and gave each a small piece of cake. A very small piece. A bunch of demons and trolls with tummy ache is more than I can handle.
