Eerck heh hehck...
Gather around, guys and ghouls, for a story -- a spooky story, at that.
I've written it on my scroll, a scroll I can't retract.

You see, every Toon down in Toontown likes Halloween a lot.
... And it'd be a lie if I told you: "I did not."



I'm quite fond of Halloween, the whole Halloween season!
But this year, my love has changed for a very green reason.
I could mention the trees, grass, or candy-stuck paws
Though I'd rather just tell you: Sir Max is the cause.
He's taken my hats, my glasses, backpack, and shoes.
And those Toons have bought each one, despite the news!

And so for those reasons:
Backpacks, glasses, and shoes,
I stand here on Hallow's eve, despising you Toons.
I've stared down my cauldron with a sweet, little frown
Because of it all, things are about to get spooky in Toontown.

You see, I have an idea.
Ohoho, a wicked idea.
I've conjured up a wonderfully wicked idea.

Every Toon who Treat-or-Tricks, from the Twenty-fifth to the First,
Will be receiving a visit from my Pumpkin Head Curse!
Jack O' Cadabra, Hocus Presto, Kazam!
Never again, I tell you, will I be given this scam.

None of you will be able to take me down.
This Halloween, I own Toontown.
A head of pumpkin, taking place of your hat!
Not one of any able to meet my match.