Cranapples fer all these chillens'.
I'll be kickin' their limey booties thrice-wise,
Lest they starts a thinkin thatta comin ta this yonder home
Be a sin like it is.
Hallows eve or Shmallows eve Ille tella,
If I eyre see one murr of them
Pale lil' arses scurryin up to ma door,
Therrellyle be hell to pay, Gromit.
Ya herd that? Hell to pay....
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