The attack of...
THE WEENIER HEADS!
It was a dark and cold Halloween night. All the children have just finnished with their yearly ritual of venturing out into the streets dressed in their horrific seremony gowns. House to house they shout a spell at the adult hiding within, causing the adult to go mad and surrender their treasured sweets. For years and years this has gone on and not one soul has dared to stand up against such a hateful practice. Adults everywhere continue to go on with the hope that some hero will stand up for their cause. That day has come.
On the Halloween night of 2002 a group of adults joined together on the first night of Fall. Together they formed an allience, to stop the evil from continuing further. They became known as The weenier heads... As the Halloween seremony was to beguin they put on their own gowns. Made by their own hands, each one dressed as a jucy delicous hot dog. With only a half hour till the children beguin four teams split up and spread out on the streets, Group Mustard headed down by the Fire station, Group Ketchup hid by the big tree at the park, Group Relish positioned themselves at the suburbs where all the rich adults give out their best sweets, and Group Onion stood at the corner of the fastest kids in the whole town.
The time came close. Two minutes, Group Relish readying themselves. One minute, Group Mustard jumping in the closest bush. Thirty seconds, Group Ketchup watching the road. Ten seconds, Group onion spots the first few children venturing out.
"Charge!" Shouted the leader of Group onion. The fleet of Weeniers ran after the children and restrained them. One child, dressed as dracula, protested and bit one Weenier. "WEENIER DOWN!" The Weenier was dragged off the battle field. Group Relish was lucky, only ten children showed and all of which were apprehended. A small crowd of children came for Group Mustard. The Weeniers of the Mustard Group fought hard and prevailed. Group Ketchup suffered the most casualties. A tremendous herd of children came for them. Biting, scratching, crying, hitting, and kicking. The scene was horrific. In the end a small group of children remained and a smaller group of Weenier Heads was left to fight. The showdown was at the Corner of Hot and Dog. Both the children and the Weenier Heads lined up for the final attack. Each adult in the town was there watching... waiting for what would come. A trick-or-treat bag rolled accross the road and they took that as the start of the battle. Slowly they came together. Faster and faster. Soon they were both in a dead run.
The first blow was struck. A hard kick was given to a member of the Relish Group in the shin. A shove given to a dragon child. A mummy dove for a Ketchup Group Weenier. When all seemed lost and the children seemed to have the upper hand a distant gonging was heard in the distance. Another. And another. The fighting stoped and everybody turned to the clock tower. It was 12:00 am. The seremony was over. Gong. The children backed off. Gong. Slowly they sliped farther away. Gong. Farther down the street lights began to fade. Gong. The Weeniers stood alone under the street lights. Gong. All but one child remained. Gong. The child dressed as a werewolf eyed them. Gong. Not one said a word. Gong. The child steped into the shadows. Gong. The battle would continue another day. Today the battle was over, but the war had just begun.
Gong.
