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Ding dong!
Hearing her doorbell ring, the little old lady open her door - and was most astonished upon finding out who was calling at her house.
Standing on her doorstep in the dark October atmosphere that was feeling the streets of London - were three Daleks.
One was wearing a black pointed hat on its dome-shaped head and was using its robotic arm to carry a broomstick.
Another had illuminated devil horns on and was armed with a red pitchfork.
The third was wearing a pirate hat and even had an eyepatch on - despite the fact it didn't have any eyes on its dome.
All three of these Daleks looked at this little old lady with their eye-sticks - from which hung plastic orange buckets that looked like pumpkins.
"Trick-or-treat! Trick-or-treat!" the Daleks boomed together.
"Aww!" The little old lady smiled, thinking that she was looking at some children in adorable if rather strange Halloween costumes. "How sweet!"
"Give-us-some-sweets!" demanded the Daleks. "Or-you-will-be-exterminated!"
Unfazed by these threats, believing that the children she thought she was faced with were just acting in character, the little old lady held up a fruit bowl.
"I can't give you any sweets or they'll spoil your teeth," she said. "But you're more than welcome to have some fruit. Far better for you sweethearts than any sweets."
"You-dare-to-give-us-fruit-instead-of-sweets?!" The Dalek's robotic voices were filled with rage as they thundered at the little old lady who was denying them goodies. "Then-you-will-be-exterminated!"
The doors on the Dalek's metal bodies open, exposing their gunsticks which they pointed at the startled little old lady.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"
The little old lady barely had time to give a terrified reaction as the Daleks blasted their deadly weapons at her. She didn't stand a chance as she was hit by the energy blasts. She was instantly erased from entrance - as was the fruit she'd offered to the Daleks which they clearly didn't want.
With the little old lady no more, the Daleks rolled into her house.
"Come! Let-us-raid-the-fridge!" The Dalek dressed as a witch called to his buddies. "See-where-she keeps-the-sweets!"
The three evil robots made their way into the kitchen. They flung open the door of the fridge, which they found was indeed filled with lots of sweets. Wasting no time, they helped themselves to all the goodies the little old lady had been keeping for herself, filling their pumpkin buckets up. Nothing could stop them. Not even the little old lady's cat who was snarling at these intruders for letting themselves into his home and exterminating his can opener.
Once they had gotten all the sugary goodness they could find, the Daleks made their way out of the little old lady's house, heading back into the cold October air that filled the atmosphere that evening.
"Let-us-made-our-way-to-the-next-house!" thundered the Dalek dressed as a witch.
"Let-us-hope-the-next-people-we-call-on-give-us-some-sweets!" bellowed the Dalek dressed as a pirate.
"And-if-they-do-not…" finished the Dalek dressed as a pirate, "…they-will-be-exterminated!"
All in agreement, the three Daleks headed off together to continue seeking out sweets from the local residents, shouting out the words that all children likes to call out that time of the year - in their own unique robotic way.
"Trick-or-treat?! Treat-or-treat?! Trick-or-treat?!"
THE END