If Only We Could Be Fools 7 Days a Week, 365 Days a Year: A Pie-Rat and A Parrot. We Made It What We Could

I have no problem being stupid. I decided a while ago that becoming a pie-rat would be easy, as I have patches for my eye, I found a sword that made swash-buckling noises, and I ordered a mouse nose, ears, and tail online. Easy-peasy. The mouse nose even made squeaky noises. I also handed out mini-apple and cherry pies. I told Leo my plan and he quickly ordered a parrot outfit. 

Pie-rat. Parrot. Parrot. Pie-rat. I handed out pies. No problem.

We didn't do much, but did order Chinese food and on the way back from picking up the order, Leo's "Alphas! Alphas!" was a no brainer. Why not run in, do a shot, and run out. There were a couple of witches inside, too. On the way in, all the neighborhood drunks were at the bar, sans costumes, so Leo announced, "A pirate and a parrot walk into a bar," and all the men raised their glasses to us. The bar tender served us right away. We didn't stay for the band. Instead, we came back for crab rangoon, egg rolls, and rice noodles. Pam and Bev were anti-costumes and anti-bars. Ah, we got out fix without them.

When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightening, or in rain?

When the hurly-burly's done, 

When the battles lost and won...

Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air. 

Now, it's time to hand out the candy and to do it all over again. Actually, it's time to grade, write, plan, and grade, write, and plan all over again.