Daddy Steve: Once again Anthony was stationed at the front door on Halloween, giving out candy to trick-or-treaters. Since we don't have many little kids in our neighborhood, it was a rather quiet evening.
Anthony: I'm having a hard time staying awake.
Frank: Hey Tony, can I help you pass out candy?
Anthony: Sure, pull up a chair. I don't know how much candy you'll get to pass out, though. We've had only two kids all evening.
A few minutes later...
Anthony: I have to make sure the boys have taken Annabelle and Krakatoa out. Will you be okay here by yourself?
Frank: Sure, I can handle it.
About 20 minutes later...
Anthony: Sorry for taking so long. Sasha and Miguel insisted that Bigfoot was hiding in the pantry. Apparently, Bigfoot looks a lot like a dust mop.
Anthony: Wow! A lot of the candy is gone! You must have had a lot of trick-or-treaters.
Frank: Oh, yeah. Lots and lots of them! A tiger, a couple of Harry Potters, some vampires and witches. And a...and a...a...a Mariachi band!
Anthony: Well, looks like I missed all the action.
The next morning...
Tyler: Who put all of these candy wrappers under the rug?