Dinner AT A Madman's House

From Guide Bikers' Yarn on 31 October 2004

 The candy sacks were full and the Trick'or'Treaters tired, it was time for home.  But, Oh No, they were lost!  Which way should they go?
 All the street lights were going out, one by one, heading towards them - almost seeming to force them to go east...
 through a dense fog they walked cautiously when they came upon an old mansion with a big sign that read, “Bikerchick's Bed & Breakfast“ with a motto that said :We Book 'Em & Cook 'Em: That should have told them all they needed to know but they . . .
 just weren't the swiftest bunch sometimes. As they knocked on the door, it swung open on rusty hinges. A strange aroma and even stranger sounds came from within...
 but the group still moved forward. Another door opened... the kitchen door. There stood Madman, wiping his hands on a none too clean apron. “Come to join us for tea?“ he asked with a strangely evil grin...
 The red tinged apron and the smell coming off of him was almost unbearable. He said, “Lets get you all comfy and cozy in our cauldron, umm I mean deluxe hottub.“ He turned to stir the pot muttering to himself, I'm a madman, a madman, a madman...
 Now, if there was ever any doubt that the light of intelligence burned but dimly in this bunch, doubt no more.  The little cretins climbed into the cauldron yelling, YAAAAAY! HOT TUB! Just then, the lid slammed down .
 Weeeeeeeeeeee, let's play Marco Polo...Tag you're it! was all Madman could hear coming from under the lid. He couldn't understand why they weren't screaming in horror and curiousity got the best of him and he slowly raised the lid of the pot and found
 Them waiting for him, small strong hands grabbing and gripping as they pulled him into the pot, leaped out, and slammed the lid on.  “Mmmm, Martian with Macaroni,“ said the eldest. “The best treat of all.“ Biker walked in . . .
 Where's Madman? she asked.Oh he went to pick some more parsley in the garden they said. Biker went out to look for him. Grabbing their candy bags the children ran out of the door straight into the arms of their parents who had come looking for them.

 --- The Moral Of The Story Is ... ---
When you wander into a madman's house, you may not want to stay for dinner!