Tales of Halloween Page #3

You're disgusting!

Shh! There's a movie on.

Trick or treat!

Oh, wow. Here you go.

- Aww!

- Thank you!

You look great.

Why are there so many

pirates this year?

It's like every other kid's

got an eyepatch.

Maybe they're all missing eyes.

You're so bad.

Bunch of gimpy kids

with peg legs and patches.

Give me some candy, matey!

- You're stupid.

- They're coming to get you!

- Your turn.

- Man!

Go.

Fine, fine, fine.

You're acting like a child!

They're coming for you!

Look! There comes

one of them now.

- He'll hear you.

- Here he comes.

I'm getting out.

Can you say trick-or-treat?

Hey, there, princess.

What do you say, huh?

Ah, that-a-girl.

Hey, you want some

rum and cider?

No, thanks.

Cheers!

Bye,

Change your mind already, huh?

Ah, it's a witch. Awesome.

Trick or treat?

Nelson, you're drunk.

She's supposed to say that.

Dummy.

Trick or treat?

Trick.

Nelson.

Nelson?

Nelson!

What's wrong?

- Oh, my God.

- What happened?

What's wrong?

Baby, baby! What? Oh, my...

What the f***?

It was the girl!

F***! F***! F***!

What the hell?

- What's wrong? I'll call 911!

- We've gotta get to a hospital!

What are you guys,

f***ing idiots?

Give me my purse,

and I'll get the car.

Nelson, stay with me, baby!

F***!

Goddamn it!

F***!

No.

Oh, my God! Oh, my f***ing God!

Where's the car?

- What the f*** happened?

- The little kid!

What? What is it?

Maria, she...

- What?

- Oh, sh*t. Holy sh*t!

No.

Please don't. Please.

Happy Halloween,

you f***ing sicko.

No!

Now here's a tale

for all you hood rats

over there across town

on the wrong side

of the tracks.

Keep your heads up

and your butts down

'cause the weak need

all the help they can get

when the wicked

come out to ride

on All Hallow's Eve.

Mmm!

No, no. Wait, wait, guys.

Hold on a second.

Hold on a second.

Wait.

Ain't you a little old

for Halloween candy, Sheriff?

Show me piggy's trotters.

Please, Alice, please, please,

please, please.

Alice, please.

Alice, guys, hang on, hang on.

No, no, no, wait. Wait, wait.

I know you, stranger?

It spills the blood

of the wicked

where the wicked

have harmed the weak.

Think you turned yourself into

a monster with that suit, boy?

Ah!

Mount up.

Mom?

Dad?

You'd be little Jimmy Henson.

They didn't do nothing to you.

Hold him down.

When the word is carved

in flesh, the call is sent.

Return them to the location

of their offense.

Punch him!

You know...

it's kinda poetic, really.

You...

us...

together...

on All Hallow's Eve!

There are no monsters here.

Just me.

Spirits roam the earth tonight.

Do you know why wear

costumes on Halloween?

It's so the dead

won't know who's alive.

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