More gloriousness from  pac !

I have no idea where the idea of this came from, but this takes place last Halloween. My Snek self,  ERE as the candy crazed Were-Welk, and the mega-sized  Mook got together to pull off the biggest heist of sugary goodness in history! Also contains a cameo from  Gryph Ranshire

THE CREW: We all have our reasons for doing the work we do. It is a special something that draws those to our line of work. Or maybe it's just a lack of common sense. Whatever the case, we all gathered for the job. There was the Were-Welk. I had heard of his reputation from rumors a year ago. The reign of terror he had on various stores and candy shops was legend. And there was the Mook. A large size, and a large reputation. I wasn't sure he needed the score. It seemed he was all about the action. That was fine. I could work with either one.

THE PLAN: We weren't kidding ourselves. The target was big. Bigger than anything we had ever thought possible. The only way we could pull this off was to think of everything. All the angles had to be covered, every detail taken into account. There could be nothing left to chance. This would be the score of our lives.

SURVEILLANCE: We had to know the target like we knew our own homes. The entrances and exits, the employees, guard shifts and patrols, everything. Most of our time was spent simply watching the target. The Were-Welk had quite a nose for such things, and was invaluable to the plan. The Mook had a giant telescope, and that was pretty cool.

THE GEAR: No plan can be carried out without the right tools. That's where Ranshire came in. He was an enigma to most, mainly dealing in esoteric tomes and trinkets. But he was also an expert at finding just the right tools for any job. He charged a fortune, but he could be counted on to get you everything you could possible need. If you want to succeed, then you pay for the best.

INFILTRATION: The big night arrived. To get ourselves and all the equipment to the target site, we had to blend in with the Halloween trick-or-treaters. I chose my standard garb of Hunter S Thompson. The Were-Welk chose Jason Vorhees. The Mook chose a Canadian Mounted Policeman. We all knew our successful infiltration hinged on blending in. And years of Halloween experience worked like a charm. We blended right in.

THE VAULT: And there it was. The most elaborate vault door ever built. It had to be, considering the treasure it was built to protect. That aside, no vault door would hold us back from our score.

BREACHING: The moment of truth. The next few minutes will decide whether or not we succeed. With a door such as this, all possible methods must be employed. I rig up the charges, while Were-Welk employs the massive drill we purchased. I have never seen anyone so gloriously happy to be using a drill like that. Part of his contract included keeping the drill after the job was done. He was welcome, of course. And then, there was the hammer. Only the Mook could possible wield such a tool. He used it with the confidence of a born master. All this was for one purpose; to get the vault open.

THE SCORE: Our moment of ultimate triumph. There it was. The Halloween Candy reserves for the entire country. All the candy used throughout the month of October was kept here. Only on Halloween night is it possible to access the vault. And here it was. All that candy, an entire year's worth...all ours for the taking. We all agreed. It was beautiful. They shouldn't have sent thieves. They should have sent a poet.