We are in the Great Gobbo's cave where by the light of the fire both The Great Gobbo and Doc Eadcase are huddled together plotting. Norma, the Great Gobbo's albino pet squig is sleeping in front of the fire, ocasionally letting out little barks as she dreams (as well as other more smelly things).

Doc Eadcase: "Well boss, wot iz it? Yew sed yew needed ter talk ter me abowt sumfin serious."
The Great Gobbo: "I does, I az bin talkin to der skwirrels agen an I az bin lernin bowt dis fing kalled Alloween."
DE: "Alloween, wots dat?"
GG: "Well itz either a wierd kinda krissmass for reely rong peeple, or rashulist against uz gobbos if BeanBelly iz korrect."
DE: "But boss, racshulism iz bad" says Doc Eadcase reading from a small card given to him for legal reasons.
GG: "Well sed, but dat ent der point. Der point iz yew get to dress up an rob peeple leegally!"
De: "But boss, rashulism is...." Doc Eadcase stops mid sentence as the Great Gobbo slaps the card out of his hands and onto the floor. "Yew sure itz leegal?"
GG: "Yep, az long az yew sez der magik legal wurds."
DE: "Rashulism ...." The Great Gobbo slaps Doc Eadcase around the face.
GG: "NO! Yew az ter say trikk or treet."
DE: "Trikk or treet?"
GG: "Yep."
DE: "Not rashul..." The Great Gobbo cocks a fist. "Alright! Alright! Kan I av it on a kard?"
GG: "Fine, but furst yew az ter get a kostume, somefin spooky an skarey!"
DE: "Like a slutty cat kostume?"
GG: "NO! Only fit gurls iz allowed ter walk arownd with dere arse owt. Now bugga off inter town an kum bak wiv a propper kostume."

A couple of hours pass and we find the Great Gobbo admiring himself in the mirror above the fire. He is wearing a black cloak with a traffic cone on his head and is carrying a broom.

GG: "Well wot do yer fink Normy, does I look like a skarey witch or wot?"

Norma opens one eye to look at her master then closes it as she rolls over to face the fire. Before the Great Gobbo can get mad at his idle companion the door opens and in comes Doc Eadcase dressed as a banana.

GG: "Doc"
DE: "Yeah"
GG: "Ha ha. Why iz yew dressed az a banana?"
DE: "Dey didn't av any pumpkin owtfits left."
GG: "Give me strength. Well yew iz just gunna av ter mek pumpkin noises."
DE: "Arrite. Woo! Woooooooooooo!"
GG: "Alrite, alrite,alrite, yew will just av ter be mewt."
DE: "Wot, a mewt pumpkin or a mewt banana?"
GG: "Shuttup shuttup shuttup! Forget abowt dat, dis iz der plan ok? Yew go owt, yew go to der front door, yew nokk on der door, dey answer der door, yew say trikk or treet."
DE: "I fort I woz mewt?"
GG: "Yes, well, alrite alrite alrite, just on dis one okashun yew kan be a talkin alloween banana."
DE: "OKEY DOKEY! Wot do I say?"
GG: "Yew say trikk or treet, just cash no sweets an if dey give yew any trubble I just smakk em wiv dis klub."
DE: "Awesum! Fiendish! Spectakula!"
GG: "Alrite, alrite go easy on der praise. I rekon we do HappyAmateur's place furst. A fat obbit like im iz bownd ter av loadsa kash lyin arownd an if he don't den i gets ter twat im wiv me klub so win win! Rite, let's do dis!"

So the Great Gobbo and Doc Eadcase head out into the chilly night and head down south to HappyAmateur's hobbit hole in the Shire.

GG: "Rite den, nokk on der door."

After a few seconds the door is opened by a very hairy and smelly hobbit.

HappyAmateur: "Yeah? Oh, hello Doc."
DE: "Ello Appy."
HA: "Hello Great Gobbo."
GG: "Yes, yes, yes, "ello". Now are we goin ter do dis or not?"
DE: but itz Appy..."
GG: "Just say it to im Doc!"
DE: "Trikk or Treet!"
HA: "What does that mean?"
GG: "It meens yew give us sum kash, no sweets, no kredit kardz!"
HA: "Why?"
DE: "Because itz der end of Orktober."
HA: "I still don't understand."
GG: "Look we aven't got all nite, we've got der whole of Fumbbl ter do. Now, I az a traffik kone on me ed, Doc iz dressed az a banana so just give us sum kash!"
HA: "Are you on drugs? Can I have some?"
GG: "Rite!"
DE: "Deer oh deer."
GG: "We don't seem ter be gettin frew do we? Doc"
DE: "Yep?"
GG: "Where iz der klub?"
DE: "Ere it iz!" he says brandishing the weapon.
GG: "Rite, give it to me!"
DE: "Beg yer pardon?"
GG: "I sed give it ter me!"
DE: "Rightyho!" says Doc Eadcase as he spins around smashing the club into the Great Gobbo's face, instantly knocking him out cold. "Dat's not ow we praktised it yew no boss. Boss? Boss?"