Halloween Haunted House

He was a Brooklyn Marine. In the broad with two yanks, he's bit the private. But tonight he does an overgrown kid anxiously waiting for Halloween. I'll never forget. When I was just a boy, every Halloween my father used to stick me in the front window.

We were too footed by a pumpkin. The American Meat Institute presents William Vendig in the life of Riley. By day, Riley is engaged in the serious business of war production as a riveter in a California aircraft plant.

But tonight we see his less serious side. It's two nights before Halloween, and Riley is full of the spirit of the thing. It's quite dark out, and Riley's son, Junior, is just returning from a meeting of the young wild cat, his club, in a very thoughtful mood.

Yeah, Junior. Oh, what are you doing hiding on the back porch? Listen, peeking the kitchen window to see what your mother's doing. She's washing the suppred dishes. Forts face on. You're Mickey Mouse, huh? No, I'm not Mickey Mouse.

I'm the rat man of blood bucket castle. Oh, I have the dime store they sell those false faces for Mickey Mouse. Never mind. I bet your mother will think I'm the rat man. Oh, you got to play a trick on Mom?

Yeah. See, last night we saw a horror picture about a nice gruesome character, the rat man. He was a vampire, has lunch on people's necks. Oh, he ain't a rat. He's a bat. Oh, probably he's very depressing.

Anyway, afterwards your mom was so scared something pop out of a doorway at it she walked all the way home in the middle of the street mom said you made her walk out there no i i just invited her out in the street because it ain't polite to leave a lady walking on a sidewalk all alone