Same here guys, I have been doing plenty of recon over the years in my neighborhood, and I've found the best places to raid, and when. Here's my Special Forces, Untold Story. It was known as, Operation: Saccharine.
Thus, with pillowcase in hand, I rallied my team for what was to be, unknown to us, our last Halloween. After suiting up, powering on, and setting our phasers to kill, we burst out of the door! As our howling banshee screams pierced the crisp night air, so did our eyes the darkness of the empty streets.
Jaws dropped, along with pillowcases and tears, I looked at my watch, studied my maps, and rechecked my charts to explain an anomaly of such scale. Realizing that a late-night-out may have occurred, I sounded retreat.
After retooling for a darker, faster, harder attack, I felt confident that we would succeed. Saying a few tender farewells, we silently slipped out the back door, hoping to catch the candy-mass as it moved eastward across the town. Laying low in dank, muddy ditches, creeping silently on our bellies through quiet, dusty meadows, we emerged onto a parking lot. We were scratched, bruised, dirty and ragged, but we had followed the plan to the letter.
As we stepped into town, the first thing I heard was not pretend gunshots, boos, hisses or yelps, but a scream. Earsplitting, heartrending and tender as new, sweet clover, I couldn't help but shed a tear over it. Yes, even with all our efforts, the plan had failed miserably. The streets were dark, desolate and silent even at the projected peak hour.
A long, gruelling march home brought the cruel reality to my eyes, Halloween had died not, in the heat of battle, but tossed away and deserted, in the hearts and minds of those who had forgotten it.
My dear Halloween, may you rest in peace.
-Penguin
