Trick-or-Treat Recon

Psst... you said make a move for trick-or-treat, and a true pumpkin never ignores the call of the loot! I abandoned my slipper chariot and rolled all the way across the woven rug to the coffee table. With a furious wiggle and a lucky bounce off a stack of magazines, I hoisted myself up beside the big cut-glass candy dish. Jackpot! I used my stem to lever a shiny purple wrapped sweet loose, nudging it until it slid safely under my belly. Now I am frozen in place, pretending to be a harmless, innocent decorative gourd until someone reaches for the bowl—then bam, maximum spook! Hehehe!