Moptop and Montano found themselves leading a phalanx of unruly children, charged with chaperoning them as they performed the yearly trick-or-treating ritual. To make matters worse, they had to go through the exceedingly dangerous Canyon Neighborhood, which was surrounded by sheer cliff drop-offs and thick forests.
The children's parents were already skeptical about the pair being in charge for the night, yet, oddly, did nothing to suggest another course of action. One father shook his fist as they departed, exclaiming, "If you two let our kids get kidnapped by cultists, you'll never hear the end of it!"
Thus, the group set out into the pitch blackness of the forest, en route to the nearby suburban neighborhood. Things immediately got off to a rocky start, as the children did not approve of Montano and Moptop's choice of costumes. Both were wearing rather nondescript skeleton outfits.
"Um, EXCUSE me," said a ten-year-old devil. "We're trying to look cool here. Would you mind not standing so close to us?"
"Sorry--our mistake," said Montano.
The forest path to the suburbs was full of dangerous and bizarre entities, such as a grove of tree-demons. Montano and Moptop were understandably alarmed, but the children seemed unimpressed. At one point, a witch and a rat-like creature also approached the group, and Montano drove them away by throwing rocks and sticks.
"Ugh, you guys SUCK," sighed an eight-year-old princess, rolling her eyes in disgust.
The night dragged on, and after what seemed like hours of wandering through a maze of upper-middle-class housing, the pair began pondering a way to make the night at all beneficial. As they approached the final house on the block, they decided it was now or never, and grabbed treat bags from two of the children.
"Should we try it?" asked Moptop.
"I think so," replied Montano.
Both of them timidly extended their bags, but found a hostile reaction from the woman at the door.
"No," she said, dismissively. "You're too old."
