Hallowe’en is quite the thing in our household.  Old Clem has a sweet tooth, so he goes door-to-door every Hallowe’en with his scary get-up on, and drags Cranky Cat along on her leash. I do play along with him with his get-up because he thinks it’s downright scary.

I don’t think scary is quite the right word here. It consists of his sweet-smelling cow boots, the kind he cleans Crocket’s manure with, and if that isn’t enough, he robs the clothes off of Miss Scarecrow, always promising to cover her back up, but never does.