Al was singing this Hallowe’en tune in his imp costume:
“Trick or treat, smell my feet, we want something good to eat”
—“Sacrebleu,” he said to Tina “I guess Becky Pooh must not be far away, I can feel her limerick rhymes aiming at Ewrick”
— “Mmmm, ‘whatever that means’ I suppose” retorted Tina, rolling the eyes of her funny Hallowe’en fancy dress.