I goed Trick or Treatin' tonight with Clive an' Velma an' it beed the funnest fun ever; 'cept for the terrible part. I beed Count Bracula, an' I were tellin' everbody, I vanna drink up yous blood; an' then they gived me candy! Which, that beed the fun part. Stupid Velma beed the terrible part. Firsty, she hadda go an' been The Bride A Bracula. (Like as if I's ever gonna marry my own cousint.) An' she keeped on sayin', oh, Georgie, does ya wants my candy kisses? I finally hadda tole her, shut-up you ugly thing; for to make her stop. Then I hadda give her three chocolate bars an' a can a pop so's she don't tell on me. But I gots a plan for next Halloween already. I's jus' gonna dress up like Momma, so prawly nobody gonna wanna marry me! I hadda give Momma FIVE chocolate bars after I telled her that. A least I keeped my last nother can a pop.

I hadda taught Momma a lesson today acause she has beed actin' like a smart pants at the park. Snappin' she's fingers an' 'spectin' what I's gonna sit 'n stay, or come 'n go... She prawly thinks what she bees some kinda Magical Blizzard or somethin'. So when we goed out today an' she snapped on me; I thunk, okay, Momma. Ya wanna bees magical? Then I distappeared. She were snappin' like a glamingo dancer, lookin' hither an' tither; atill I besided for to come back. Momma been so worried,  she sayed, Georgie, please don't never distappear like that again! So I tole her, Momma, ya gottsa quit snappin' on me. It bees bareassin'. Ya gottsa treat me like a spectacle human bean. An' she sayed, okay, Georgie. When it were time to go I tole her, you can drive, Momma; I's jus' gonna sit in the back. Now she bees all happy again.