Maka with her books and dreams,
fighting off a kishin egg,
with her dear scythe Soul in hand,
she makes him a better man.
99 souls and one to go,
easy to come, but not easy to go.
She wields with strength,
and a well thought plan.
Once the job is done,
Soul eats the catch.
She dials Death's number
42-42-564,
she says hello,
and he greets her so.
Lord Death tells them,
while Maka's father fails,
to defeat the witch in the pumpkin house.
Maka and Soul agree to this task,
they set off straight and they do it fast.
They arrive at the pumpkin house,
not a minute late.
And Soul with his coolness,
breaks through the window.
Soul lands in a bath,
that Blair pulls him in.
He gets a bloody nose,
Maka kicks him in the chin.
Blair's out of the tub,
done with her splash,
and though she's ready to fight,
she still wants a bath.
Soul back in scythe form,
and back in Maka's hands,
is taunted again and again,
by Blair's grasping laugh.
The pair fight and fight,
but they can't get things right.
They fail again and again,
and one late night,
the battle continues,
and they can't lose this time!
Maka is thrown, and Soul lets her go.
The poor blonde is tricked,
in the garbage she goes.
She rants as Soul joins the bad witch Blair,
about how men are all the same.
Maka is drawn to tears,
and Soul proves her wrong.
His blade around Blair,
Maka swings him along.
The 100th soul!
What a glorious day!
They talk about their work,
they put into this moment,
Soul gobbles the soul,
and is strong for a minute.
But then everything collapses,
and realization sets in.
Soul ate a cat.
That can't be good.
Maka knows it too.
And once again,
they failed.
Because "If you fail this mission,
all the souls you've collected,
will be confiscated."
And Maka,
in utter depression,
must collect all those souls again,
with her 'trusty' partner Soul.
How will this story end?!
