The cauldron was on. The cauldron is always on.
"That one," said Griselda, pointing a finger like a dead branch. "The pirate. Nice and plump."
"That's the Hendersons' boy," said Maude. "They do the full-size bars."
Griselda lowered the finger.
"The robot, then."
"Braces. You'll be picking wire out of your teeth till Christmas."
"The ghost."
"That's a pillowcase with holes in it, you daft cow, and it's got a Snickers in it that's mine."
The doorbell went. Both witches looked at the door. The cauldron burbled encouragingly.
"Fine," said Griselda. "We'll get the whole street and sort it out at home."
