Kayla turns to see a fat, trick-or-treating boy heading towards her. The boy is dressed as some sorta "ninja-ghoul" and from what Kayla can see, he has a nice collection of Halloween candy with him.
"Hi, there," the boy says.
"Hi," responds Kayla, "Wow! You have a lot of candy." The boy smirks, "Thanks. I've worked all night for this load." Kayla smiles while looking a little emberassed.
The boy starts "My nam Mal, and..." he pauses and sniffs the air, "do you smell something?"
Kayla is confused, "No!" Mal sniffs harder, "it's smells kinda sweaty... and... 'sniff'... and, cheezy." Mal looks at Kayla, "kinda like... feet!"
"What?! FEET?" Kayla scowls, "I don't smell anything! Especially something like..." just then she remembered what that boy told her about the song, Trick-or-Treat, Smell-my-Feet! Was this what he tried to warn her about?
Mal looks down, "HHmmmm. Here let's see if it's from you." Kayla is angered, "Umm, excuse me?" Mal lowers, "Let me smell your feet." Kayla is disgusted "Uh-uh, your not gonna smell my feet! That's gross!" Mal grabs Kayla's ankle and brings it up just in time to get a little whiff as Kayla pulls her foot away, "Eww, SICKO!" Kayla begins to run off, but she feels Mal grab her wrist. She turns and she sees, "Oh, my Gosh!"
There is Mal, his eyes glow green, and he looks hungry,
"Mmmmm, that is better than any Halloween Candy.!"
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