Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Thats all you could hear outside… the strange rubbery witches (actually Smuggerenes but you didn’t know that) clad in their rubber hair trying to break in… as their permagrins widened and their eyes were wide in anticipation… you needed to hide… or else… as you hear their voices in your head… {You can run~! But you can never truly hide from perfection~! Teeheeheehee~}