A Diabolical Fright?

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 As Logged By:

 Agent Rose

 

The agents want a diabolical fright.

I'm looking for a diabolical candy night!

I'll use this costume to the max,

Even it this chicken, 'quacks.'

 

Cousin Molly is up in arms.

Eight legs, in fact.  Oh, look!  Kiwi farms!

Ninjas, Ghostbusters, and more.

Funny outfits and cuteness galore!

 

"Trunk or treat!"
 
"Quack!"
 
All the grownups start to laugh.  "Rose, chickens peep, not quack."
 
Ah, that may be, dear, dear Mommy.  But, look at my bag and look at the others.  Look at the fistfuls of candy being dumped inside.  More and more they pour.  All the while, they're too silly with laughter.
 
"Quack!"
 
Agent Chase and Agent West may want to pout.  And I get it, I understand.  We look abominably goofy dressed up as the three little chickies.  
 
Three mounds of feathers, that's what our Mommies have turned us into...
 
BUT!
 
While one chick is snotting and the other is sulking, this diabolical sweetie is going to take advantage of her cuteness.
 
"Quack!" 
 
"How cute!"  One of the grownups laughs and drops three handfuls of candy into my bag.  
 
"Quack!"  
 
"How adorable!"  Another one squeals.  One, two.  Into my sack of blue!
 
At this rate, there will be plenty to share.  Enough for the whole year!  Watch out Agent West, get ready Agent Chase.  This baby's mission is a sweetly delicious one.
 
"It's not fair!"  Cousin Molly screeches from behind.  "She's getting handfuls and I only get one."
 
She scrunches her face and huffs with a pout.  The eight legs hanging off of her spider costume wiggle about.
 
"Molly, shush," Auntie P scolds from her car's trunk where a bunch of kiwi tendrils grow.  "You can have some of Little Rosie's candies.  I'm sure she can't eat all of that." 
 
Share with Molly? 
 
Hmm...
 
I guess I could manage, especially since one of Santa's ninjas seems to be watching.
 
But, before I can offer a treat from my bag, Cousin Molly grumbles, "Or else someone's going to get really fat."
 
WHAT!?
 
RRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPP!
 
I snag a fake kiwi and give it a throw.
 
"QUACK!"
 
SPLAT!
 
Oh, look.  Those fake kiwis were filled with chocolate pudding.
 
Now Molly the spider looks truly scary with that great, big spot.
 
"Quack!" 
 
 
 
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