The excitement climaxed with the appearance of pumpkins around town. Not really very frightening when there's still a little daylight around.

But then the sun went away and visions of goblins and witches lit porches and lawns

Witches . . . Brewing toads and lizards and other neat things in their kettles and cauldrons. In this case, though, it's not really a witch. It's Lion Frank Pelle stirring a new batch of hotdogs to medium-well. On his right is one of two batches of hot chocolate.

MmmmmmmHm! Ketchup please.

There were all kinds of people. Big and Small. Some were dressed up as "Cool Dude!"

Twenty-five gallons of hot chocolate disappeared.

Go ahead, have a bite. They're free! And if you like it, you can have the whole thing.

In not much more than an hour, six hundred hotdogs were gobbled up. This little angel helped out.

Throw another log on the fire . . . Terrace Scouts worked hard at building a monster bonfire.

But they said the wood was wet and green. Well . . . Maybe.

The fire guys didn't miss out on their dog and hot chocolate before putting on the show of the night.

Apparently they approved of the cuisine.

And delighted everyone with a great show. Thanks guys!

Those things that look like little planets in the sky, are in reality tiny drops of misting rain.

Bang!

Boom!

Whiz!

Flash!

Wow!!!

And to all, a spooky good night!