Ahh, They'll All Rot In Hell. Kids
Old Lady: "Is it good dear?"
Old Man: "Meh. It's okay."
Old Lady: "Just okay? You use to love my homemade pies."
Old Man: "Homemade? When did you make this?"
Old Lady: "I've been up for hours sleepyhead. I made it while you were getting your beauty rest."
Old Man: "Last night?"
Old Lady: "There weren't as many trick or treaters last night. Not like the good old days.I had to do something with all those leftover apples. I still can't understand why you buy so many."
Old Man: (the apple's hidden razor blades tear through his throat) "Gahhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Old Lady: "Happy Halloween dear."