Reformed Folk Celebrate All Hallow's Eve:

{The scene is a dimmly lit neighborhood. A large van pulls up to the curb. Three rather largish children- perhaps they are not children at all- slink out. One wears a monk's habit and carries a large roll of parchment under his arm. The second is dressed in a somber black outfit and hat and has a scraggly beard. The third is dressed rather like a nineteenth century chap and puffs at a cigar. They approach a house.}

Martin: Hurry up there boys! Here, here, boys, this house!

{They stumble up the steps, and Martin bangs on the door}

Knox: Why couldn't I be Calvin?

Martin: Be quiet! {Door opens} Ahem, ahem, good day sir.

Knox: {Shouting} REPENT OR PERISH!

Martin: SOLA SCRIPTURA!

Spurgeon: I say chaps, do you have-

Martin: We've come to burn your indulgences!

Knox: REPENT OR PERISH! Oh, and bring out your Left Behind books- burn, burn, burn!

Spurgeon: Old boy, that's quite enough-

{Door slams}

Martin: Knox, go tear down those popish symbols- I'll bang up the thesis-

Spurgeon: Thesis?

Knox: Right! {He runs off and bangs about, tearing down some rather vulgar decorations. Martin bangs up another parchment on the door. They all run off and hop into the van.}