OMG! Minnie is here with a tale for Halloween creepy fun brought to you by her crazy word abuse gang...Here is what they have to say, Trick or treat...You choose.
Spiders with orange hair and glowing fangs gathered to play poker for the night. Their nicotine stained whiskers and whisky breath curled the corners of the dark room as they gathered candy chips and made their table on Halloweens back door. With hungry eyes and greedy gaps they watched as the first game approached and then they ate the playing cards and planned the Grand Spider Ball.
It was time to marry off their off-spring to cockroaches, but the Halloween snake arrived looking for some tasty treats of the eight-legged kind. Determined to thwart the snake, the spiders sacrificed cheese to the rat ghosts and enticed the rodents to join them.
Fat dancing rats distracted the snake while the spiders ran here and there, "I've got you now my little pretties" as they scrambled gathering those roaches up in their webs made of cotton candy. The snake eyed the rats determining perhaps that he had aimed too low with spiders, little did he know, rats always bring their flea repellant which they sprayed into the snake's eyes, temporarily blinding it.
All the animals rejoiced and broke out in flip flop dance; little did they know that the snakes mate waited just behind him. Using her wounded partner as a shield, she dodged the next shot of repellent and the snakes mate did what she had to do with the victim. They all perished except for the spider that scuttled off into the darkness. The only problem was all the dead spiders, rats and snakes had all turned into zombies and chased the lone spider to the Grand Spider Ball where a lone cockroach with eight legs was waiting. Zombie spider roaches were born that night and they stalk the streets tonight…Halloween, the birth of zombie spider roaches, they are everywhere…Beware!
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