Happy Halloween, everyone! I've got a cartoon x-over treat in store for you—a parody of the Donald Duck short "Trick or Treat"! I made a recast meme in DeviantArt for the fun of it (OzzyZikeFan1057's Trick or Treat Recast), and finally decided to write out the story starring Alvin and the Chipmunks, as well as Sabrina the Teenage Witch. I've added my own little twists to the original story, just to shake it up a little. The following characters, and the movies and TV shows they're from, are owned by their respective companies, creators, etc.

Enjoy the story!

It was Halloween night, and kids and adults of all ages were out and about enjoying favorite festivities of All Hallows' Eve: trick-or-treating, dressing up in costumes, watching movies and TV specials, and of course eating candy. For some, the holiday would also include parties—and teenage witch Sabrina Spellman was about to do just that, as she soared over the town on her broom, with her feline friend Salem along for the ride.

Looking down at the crisp fall scene from below, Sabrina smiled as she watched the kids moving about door-to-door, their bags filling up with delicious treats. "Just look at all the fun those kids are having, Salem."

Salem set his head in his paws. "Yeah—makes you kinda wish you were around their age again, huh Sabrina?"

"Sometimes, but it doesn't mean I still can't get dressed up for the occasion, hang out with my friends, dance with Harvey—"

"Of which you'll be waiting to do for about an hour. Seriously, kiddo, you left a little too early that you didn't even get dressed up in a costume."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that."

"Which one?"

"Both. I'll figure out a costume with a literal snap of my fingers once I get there."

Folding his arms across his chest, Salem lifted an eyebrow and nodded. "Okay, I see where you're going with it, but that still doesn't explain leaving for a party that has yet to start."

Sabrina shrugged. "I just wanted to take the time to breathe in the sights."

The black Cat deeply breathed in the autumn air and sighed in satisfaction. "Now that's something I can get behind." Just then, the duo heard singing from down below—some very squeaky-sounding singing. "What the heck is that?"

The pink-clad teenage witch was just as confused as she looked down. "I don't know. Let's check it out."

Following the squeaky singing, Sabrina and Salem landed the broom next to a tree. As they hid behind it, they peered over to see three kids: the Seville Chipmunk brothers Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. Alvin, the self-proclaimed leader of the brothers, was dressed up as a Dracula-style vampire, complete with black paint around his eyes and a cape, while carrying a plastic black-and-yellow jack-o'-lantern basket; Simon, the bespectacled brainy brother, wore a Frankenstein costume with green face paint and even boots with thick heels, holding a mummy-themed plastic bag; and Theodore, the youngest brother, was in a onesie-style werewolf costume, similar to what Chucky Finster wore, while toting a simple paper grocery sack.

"Oh," smiled Sabrina in pleasant surprise, "it's just the Seville brothers."

"You mean the Alvin and the Chipmunks?" Salem inquired.

"Yeah. I didn't know you were a fan of their music."

"Not necessarily. I mean, I don't dislike their music—I just know who they are."

"Feast your eyes, fellas," Alvin proclaimed in a grandiose manner, "for I got peanut butter cups."

"Fascinating, I'm sure," drawled Simon, "but I got sugar-free caramel."

"I got a rock . . ." paused Theodore as he reached into his sack and pulled out something, "candy rod."

"Just remember, my brothers that Dave said to have fun, not brag or cause trouble."

"But I am having fun, Simon."

"Right," smirked Alvin, "and I'm not going to cause trouble. Now c'mon guys—next stop, the Bigheads' house."

Speaking of who, Ed and Bev Bighead were celebrating Halloween in their own individual ways: Bev was primping herself upstairs while dressed up in a black-clad witch's hat and gown, and Ed was sneakily counting up firecrackers in the living room while chomping down on a candy apple.

"Oh, Ed!" called Bev from upstairs.

Ed panicked as he stashed the firecrackers in a table drawer and swallowed the rest of the candy apple—stick and all. "Uh, yes, my pumpkin?"

Bev came downstairs, ready and raring to go. "I'm all dressed up and ready to set up and chaperone the Halloween party, dearie. Are you sure you don't want to come along? It's a kids' dance, I know, but we could have so much fun together."

"Oh, I'm sure of it, my dear. But, someone must stay and, if you pardon the expression, hold down the fort in case of any pranksters . . . or anyone who will be pranked."

"What was that last part?"

"Trick-or-treaters! Yes, any trick-or-treaters wanting to stop by our house."

Bev squinted an eye, looking at her grinning husband with suspicion. "Right. Just don't go pulling mean tricks on those darling children out there. You know what happened last time when all those angry parents called our house?"

"OH! I am wounded!" frowned Ed dramatically. "Is a Toad unable to change his spots, my dear? Am I not capable of turning over a new leaf? Bev, my love, you cut me to the quick." The Toad husband held up either hand, while the other was behind his back (with crossed fingers). "I have seen the error of my ways, and shall refrain from such heinous, juvenile behavior, and it's a promise I tend to keep. All Hallows' Eve should be a time of fun and merriment, after all."

The Toad wife happily hugged the phony. "Oh, Ed, I'm so sorry for ever doubting you."

"All is forgiven, my dearest shnookums. It's such a shame we can't be together celebrating."

"I know, but I promised the school I'd help."

"May I escort you out, m'lady?"

"Oh, such a gentleman you are. Why of course."

As Ed followed Bev out the door, the Toad wife noticed a bucket of water overhead. "Uh, Ed, why is there a bucket of water up there?"

The Toad husband forgot about the bucket of water, and thought up a lie on the spot. "Oh, well it's to put out fires."

"Fires?"

"Of course! I read there are pranksters who would leave burning paper and lit matches on doorsteps. So, I decided to prepare ahead of time."

"Oh . . . well that's actually clever. Anyway, off I go. See you tonight, my love!"

"Until then, pookie!"

As Bev left, Ed rushed back into the house before unlocking and raiding the closet filled with treats.

Alvin, Simon, and Theodore were singing their way up to the Bigheads' house, unaware that Sabrina and Salem were watching them. The Chipmunks stopped at the door and rang the bell.

"Ooh, first victims—I mean, 'visitors'!" Ed smiled before pulling out some firecrackers from the table drawer, as well as a lighter.

Once the Toad husband opened the door, the Chipmunks held up their means of carrying their candy. "Trick or treat!"

"Well now, if it isn't the Seville boys!" Ed grinned in guileful joy as he lit the firecrackers from behind his back.

From behind the tree, Sabrina looked toward her Cat friend. "It looks like they're having fun."

Salem rubbed his chin in suspicion. "True, but I don't trust that Toad guy."

"Here's one for you," smiled Ed as he stuffed the firecrackers, "and one for you, and one for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Bighead!" smiled the Seville brothers in unison.

POP!

POP!

POP!

The firecrackers blew up and destroyed Alvin's basket, as well as Simon and Theodore's bags—much to their fright and sorrow.

Sabrina and Salem gasped in shock.

Ed, meanwhile, laughed at their plight. "And here's your trick, boys!" He then pulled the string attached to the bucket of water and drenched them, before laughing even more and walking back into the house—slamming the door in their face.

"That was horrible!" Sabrina exclaimed.

Salem put his fists on his hips in disapproval. "I knew there was something phony about him!"

As for the Chipmunks, all three sat on the curb. Alvin threw his broken basket down, while Simon tried consoling a teary-eyed Theodore.

Theodore sniffled. "And to think, guys, we were having such a good time."

As he looked at the three Chipmunk brothers, Salem's stern look softened in sympathy. "Too bad we can't do anything about it."

Sabrina looked thoughtful. "Maybe there is."

Alvin couldn't stand seeing his youngest brother sad, and seeing as how someone else was the cause of it made him mad. "That's it! I'm going to give Mr. Bighead a piece of my mind!"

"Alvin, wait!" Simon held up a hand. "Remember what Dave said."

"I know what Dave said, but nobody makes Theodore cry—especially on Halloween."

"I understand, and what Mr. Bighead did was utmost nefarious, but that's no excuse for breaking our word."

Sabrina, with broomstick in hand and Salem following her on his hind legs, came out from behind the tree. "He's right, you know. Halloween is supposed to be a time of fun."

"Huh? Who are you?" Alvin asked in confusion.

"My name's Sabrina—Sabrina Spellman."

The black Cat shook hands with the Chipmunks. "The name's Salem—don't wear it out, kiddos."

"How astonishing!" breathed Simon, looking impressed. "Your costume looks so realistic that I almost thought you were a real talking Cat on his hind legs."

"Oh, trust me, pal—it's no costume. . . . Though I sure wish it was."

Alvin squinted either eye. "You two aren't here to trick us too, are you?"

"No, no," Sabrina denied as she waved a hand, "we just want to cheer you and your brothers up, Alvin."

"You know us?"

"Of course. You are the one and only Alvin and the Chipmunks, right?"

Alvin shrugged. "Not to brag. But how exactly are you going to cheer us up, Sabrina?"

Sabrina motioned her head toward the eldest Seville brother's broken basket. "Just hold up your basket a second."

Alvin was unsure at first, but eventually complied as he held up his basket. Sabrina pointed an index finger at it and, as a pink beam of energy shot from it, magically repaired the basket—and even the candy that was destroyed from the firecrackers.

Alvin was most pleasantly surprised. "Whoa, cool!"

Simon removed his glasses, looking surprised himself. "Amazing!"

"Was that . . . magic?" blinked Theodore.

Sabrina winked. "You bet." She then did the same with Simon's mummy bag and Theodore's paper sack—their candy also back in place. She even went the proverbial extra mile and magically dried off the Chipmunks' costumes.

The three brothers cheered.

"Hey, Sabrina!" Alvin exclaimed. "Are you like one of those good witches I read about in The Wizard of Oz or something?"

Simon snorted. "As if you ever read one of those books." The middle brother then got a dirty look in response.

"I don't know about The Wizard of Oz," smiled the teenage witch, "but I like to think of myself as a good witch—or at least 'half-witch.' "

"Um," shyly stammered Theodore, "thank you for fixing our bags, Sabrina."

"Aww, you're welcome." The teen witch then patted the youngest Chipmunk brother on the head. "And don't worry about not getting your treat—I can help you guys."

"How? Do you have candy you can give us?"

"I don't, but I'll just talk to Mr. Bighead and convince him to give you guys some candy."

"With all due respect," Simon pointed out, "but I don't believe Mr. Bighead would be, well, reasonable."

Alvin folded his arms across his chest. "For once, the know-it-all is actually right."

"Yeah," frowned Salem as he tapped his chin, "the boys make a good point, Sabrina."

The blond-haired teenage girl, however, was not deterred. "Relax, guys—a little negotiation goes a long way."

As he and the others watched her walk up to the house, the bespectacled Chipmunk shrugged his shoulders. "Then again, negotiation never hurt anyone."

The eldest Chipmunk looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow. "And here I thought you were making sense, for once."

Sabrina rang the doorbell to the Bighead residence.

Inside, Ed heard the bell just as he was about to bite into some peanut brittle. "Huh, another one so soon?"

As the blank-faced Ed answered the door, Sabrina greeted him with a wave and a thin, friendly smile. "Hello, Mr. Bighead. I am Sabrina—"

SPLASH!

Before the teenage witch could finish, Ed pulled the string to the refilled bucket of water, dumping it on her, much to his mean delight. "And now you're all WET! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" The Toad just kept on laughing as he slammed the door in her face.

The teenage witch just growled in response before stomping back over to Salem and the Seville siblings.

"So, how'd it go?" Salem asked in a deadpan voice and a raised eyebrow.

Drying herself off with magic, Sabrina looked back at the house for a second, then back to her friends. "Gather around, guys." The teenage witch, her Cat friend, and their new Chipmunk friends huddled up, strategizing a new plan. "Okay, it seems that the 'easy way' doesn't work on that literal Toad."

"Yes," nodded Simon, "apparently."

"But you know what they say when diplomacy fails."

Salem hummed in interest. "I like where it's going."

Theodore immediately picked up what the two magic users were getting at. "But guys—Dave said we can't cause mischief."

"Maybe you and your brothers can't," smirked Sabrina with a raised eyebrow, "but Dave didn't say anything about your friends causing mischief. I think it's time we used a little bit of magic on Mr. Bighead."

Alvin's interest was piqued as he shared the same expression with the teenage witch. "We're listening."

"Okay then, here's the plan. Now, I'll need some help gathering the ingredients. . . ."

Now situated in an alley, the five friends gathered around a black bubbling cauldron. As the Chipmunk brothers and Salem handed the ingredients to her, Sabrina was telepathically dropping them into the brew while chanting the magic words. "Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."

Simon whispered to Salem. "Is that the real thing from Shakespeare?"

"Yep. Who would've thunk it?" winked Salem.

"Eye of needle," Sabrina continued as she dropped the ingredients in, "tongue of shoe, hand of clock that points at two."

"I'm no Shakespearean expert," Alvin said confusedly, "but I don't think that's how the original chant went, did it?"

"No," affirmed the teenage witch, "but the brew's intentions will be the same."

"Oh, okay."

"Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Neck of bottle, tail of coat, and . . . shoot, what was that last ingredient?"

Theodore held up the last ingredient, "Um, whiskers from a Billy Goat?"

"That's right!" Sabrina snapped her fingers before adding the Goat whiskers. "And whiskers from a Billy Goat!"

The cauldron bubbled furiously, forcing the five friends to duck for cover as it erupted—mixing the ingredients. The magenta-colored brew then turned aquamarine, now calm but still bubbling.

"Was it supposed to do that?" Alvin asked.

"Yeah," Sabrina answered in a half-sure way, "but now we need to see if it'll work."

"Here," offered Salem, "let me try it." He dunked a finger into the brew before tasting it. He then started jumping around, somersaulting, and twirling for a moment before finally stopping—an excited look on his face, a gurgling/bubbling sound from his throat. "Good news, guys—that stuff's loaded!"

Sabrina then took what appeared to be a bug sprayer and filled it up with the mix. "And now to invite some friends along. C'mon guys—hop onto my broom!"

As the Seville brothers followed their teenage witch and Cat friends onto the broom, they soared up into the sky over the Bighead's house. Using the bug sprayer, Sabrina doused the house with the brew.

As for Ed, he was about to grab more candy before noticing the interior of his house drastically changing.

The Toad husband's eyes nearly bugged out of his head in shock. "Huh?! What the heck is going on?!"

Sabrina and her friends then flew in just before the door disappeared.

The teenage witch smirked. "Something strange, Mr. Bighead—that's what's going on."

The home interior started to resemble Halloween Town, making Ed all the more nervous.

It wasn't until the Halloween Town citizens started appearing before the Toad husband—with Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King himself, at the head of the pack.

"Welcome to Halloween Town, stranger!" happily greeted Jack.

Ed gasped, stuttering his words. "B-b-b-but, you're-you're all . . . all . . . m-m-m-m-monsters!"

"Surprised, aren't you?"

Suddenly, Ed felt a tap on his shoulder. If Ed had hair, it would be turning white, because after he turned around he spotted a ghost—albeit a small, cute-looking ghost—waving his hand in a friendly manner.

"Hi—I'm Casper!" chuckled Casper the friendly ghost."

Ed was nearly at a loss for words (but not entirely) as he pointed at Casper. "A g-g-g-g-ghost!"

"Want to meet my friend Hairy Scary? Now where is Hairy?"

Appearing next to the little ghost was a bigger ghost with a hairy appearance, a bulbous red nose, and a big bowtie. "You called for me, kiddo?"

"T-t-t-t-two ghosts?!" Ed exclaimed, his knees buckling.

"What's the matter—ever heard that two ghosts are better than one?"

"Oh, Hairy," Casper chuckled, "I think you mean two heads are better than one."

"What's the difference, Casper old buddy?" After shrugging, Hairy then turned around and made a scary face in front of Ed—adding his own sound effects.

Screaming, Ed jumped onto Sally the ragdoll, before jumping off her and screaming again after realization. He then held onto Clown before jumping and screaming again. Finally, being held up in a pair of hefty arms, Ed looked up at the Behemoth, screaming again—only sounding like a lady in distress. Scrambling up and out, Ed tried to run off only to trip over something and landing flat on his face.

Jack, the other Halloween Town residents, Casper, and Hairy then turned toward Sabrina, Salem, and the Seville brothers with collective thumbs-up. The five friends gave a thumbs-up in return.

Before long, the brew's magic wore off and everything went back to normal—Halloween Town turned back into the Bigheads' house and the only people left were the teenage Witch, the black Cat, the Chipmunk brothers, and the now-weary Toad husband.

Ed lifted his head up, a dizzied look on his face. "Halloween is a very dangerous day."

Sabrina then snapped her fingers, bringing Ed back up on his feet before slapping his face a couple times with a makeshift hand, waking him up completely.

"Well Mr. Bighead," glared the teenage witch, "are you going to give Alvin and his brothers treats or not?"

"Oh, yes—of course!" grinned Ed nervously as he scurried to the closet, unlocking it. "Yes, ma'am—right away!"

"You see?" Sabrina smiled to her friends. "Problem solved."

Salem smirked as he thumbed in the Toad husband's direction. "What a pushover, am I right?"

". . . Pushover?" Ed looked insulted, re-locking the closet. "Nobody calls Ed Bighead a pushover!"

Before anyone realized, Ed took the key and swallowed it. The Toad wore a smug smirk, looking satisfied with himself, as he stuck his tongue out at them.

The black Cat face palmed himself in response. "Note to self: Never call the curmudgeonly Toad a pushover."

The teenage witch raised an eyebrow, muttering to herself. "Well, I have wanted to cast a spell on him."

Using her magic, Sabrina blasted some energy onto Ed's feet.

Noticing the energy around his feet, Ed looked confused. "What the—what's going on?"

"Feet, kick out that key!" Sabrina commanded.

Before the Toad knew it, his own feet were working against him, kicking himself in the backside and making him spit out the key. Despite grabbing and swallowing it a couple more times, Ed failed to keep the key down as his feet magically kicked him in the rear multiple times—comically making it look as though he were dancing. Alvin, Simon, and Theodore were having a ball watching it go down. Salem watched with a satisfied smirk on his face, and even Sabrina was enjoying herself torturing the misanthropic amphibian.

One more kick and the key was back out again, before the teenage witch held it in the air with her magic.

As for Ed, he looked exhausted (and maybe even a little humiliated), as he panted.

"Okay, Mr. Bighead," Sabrina smiled, "one more chance. Would you please be so kind and give these nice brothers their Halloween treats?"

"Okay," Ed panted, "you win. I'll do it." Once the key landed in his hand, however, the Toad regained his energy and tossed it through the crack of the closet door to the other side. "NOT!"

As Ed cruelly laughed it up again, Sabrina's cheeks turned red in anger.

"All right—that does it! No more Ms. Nice Witch!" Sabrina screamed before casting her magic on the Toad's feet again.

Ed ceased all laughing when he felt his feet moving him forward, panic across his face. "No, no—not again! PLEASE not again!"

"Salem, would you open the door please?" smirked teenage witch.

The black Cat did as he was asked as he opened the front door. "You got it."

"No! Make it stop! Make it stop!" Ed pleaded as he was forced to run out the door. He tried to hold onto the doorframe to no avail as his feet sped up and he kept moving forward.

"Now get a running head start—about a mile or two!" slyly called out Sabrina, before directing her attention on the Seville brothers. "Guys, you might want to cover your eyes for a moment."

The three Chipmunks did so. "Okay."

The teenage witch called back out. "Okay, feet—send him right back!"

Speeding by was Ed, screaming in terror, as his feet propelled him back to his house, through the front door, and crashing into the closet, breaking it open.

Ed was subconscious on the floor, while the closet door laid in pieces around him.

"My friends," Sabrina smiled at the Chipmunks, "your Halloween treats await."

The Seville brothers cheered as they grabbed their favorite treats out of the closet.

Lifting his head up, a dizzy Ed had Bats, ghosts, and jack-o'-lanterns spinning around his head. "I hate my life."

Salem then bonked the amphibious curmudgeon on the head, knocking him out. "And that was my trick."

After magically repairing the closet door and walking out of the house, Sabrina hopped back on her broomstick. "Let's go, Salem. Goodbye Alvin, Simon, Theodore—have a Happy Halloween!"

The three Chipmunks waved goodbye to their new friends as they took off.

"Goodbye, Sabrina! Goodbye, Salem!" called out Alvin.

"So long, guys!" called out Simon.

"Happy Halloween!" called out Theodore.

"Ready, Salem?" Sabrina smiled.

Salem gave a thumbs-up. "You betcha, kiddo!"

"Next stop: Halloween dance party."

Down below watching the two friends soar over the sky were Casper and Hairy of all people.

"You know Hairy Scary," Casper smiled, "I think we all learned a valuable lesson."

"I'll say, Casper!" Hairy smirked. "Don't be stingy with the Halloween treats."

The two ghost friends had themselves a laugh as they vanished.

The End

Don't really have much to say in terms of closing thoughts. Just want to wish everyone a Happy Halloween, and keep up the good writing!