You look around to make sure no one is looking and take a handful.

Good.

No one noticed.

You start to walk away feeling safe. This isn't so bad! I don't know what I was thinking. You get to the bottom of the stairs when a man with a leather face and a nice big knife comes out of the bushes. He started yelling about betraying the sign but you start running like a cartoon character until you reach home, go inside, and slam the door.

Never again will you ever go trick or treating. You're parents ask what's wrong as you are out of breath with tears streaming down your face.

What do you tell them?