ok here it is
"Little charlie butters (or whatever) is so excited about halloween tomorrow that he cant sleep. hes just about to muster up the corage to go downstairs to get himself a nice glass of warm milk when he hears a sound... his mother? but it sounded wrong. like... like (hooves, tenticals, rotting flesh feet). charlie sneaks downstairs and no one is there, he wipes his brow makes his milk and turns round to find himself face to face with one of the three monsters below who had the same idea. holding a glass of milk and cookies each an embarrising situation arises for the monster of how to save face in such a mundane situation?"