At dark-thirty last night we had uninvited guests. They were wearing masks, but I could still tell they were of the uninvited ilk. And I know it's not ring-the-neighbor's-doorbell-for-candy day yet, because the Lady and the Mister put that terrifying talking man/doll by our door when it is. So, needless to say, I got a little irate when the uninvited appeared. They were banging around in my food bin on the deck. Why is that my food is kept on the deck, you might ask? Well, I've wondered that myself. The people have their own reasons for things, it seems. And their system seems to have lured the uninvited to partake of my stuff. So tonight I'm getting my mask on...

...and I'm going to their house to partake of their stuff. I hope they have good stuff...[fade to Mission Impossible theme song]