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Hansel and Gretel Lived in the Woods

Who: All children and teens welcome.
What: The house made of sweets is begging to be ~~eaten~~ explored...
When: Halloween night!
Where: Only five minutes' walk into the woods...

Once upon a time, a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the forest with his two children, Hansel and Gretel. And everyone knows how that turned out. Their story is concluded. This is the story of a group of children who, alone, amnesic, and weary, wander into the woods chasing a wisp on the darkest night of the year, searching for a glimmer of excitement to light their hearts. This is the story of a group of children, who, if lost, would never be missed, not even by a poor woodcutter. Who mourns those with no past or future?

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Well, then, don't make people worry about you! You scared me.

[But she can't stay mad for long, so--]

Should we get away from that oven?

Oh.

...Sorry about that.

[Palom looks mildly uncomfortable for a second or two before nodding.]

Yeah, OK. There's better stuff to eat outside, any -- Whoa!

[And as Palom tries to take a step away, he trips.]

That's w -- augh!

[And slides again. Closer examination of the floor will reveal that as they were lying on the ground, the floorboards were slowly oozing...]

What is this stuff, butter?

[Ewwww. Rosalia's scrambling up now, trying to avoid the stuff on the floor. It's hard, though, and that just aggravates the panic that was fading up until now.]

I'm not sure I want to find out. Let's go!

W-Wait, help me up!

[Palom's frontside is coated in slippery oil by now as he keeps attempting to slide forward.]

Oh! Are you all right? Hang on!

[She tries to pull him up, but then the added effort along with panic causes her to slip herself.]

Ah! Where's all this stuff even coming from, anyway?

[Palom helps by grabbing at her clothes and trying to pull himself upright. This probably only gets the two of them even more slippery.]

I don't know! Maybe this is what happens when the house is making new candy to rebuild itself or something...!

I probably shouldn't have taken so much...

[Behind them, it seems the roar of the furnace is beginning to increase in volume...]

[She heard that.]

Oh, no...come on, we've got to get out of here!

[But easier said than done, and after a few seconds of more panic she realizes that maybe they're not doing the best they could.]

Okay, hang on. You stay down. I'll try to get up and then pull you up too, all right? And then we have to run!

...O-OK.

[Palom looks a little shaken as he glances back at the furnace. He mumbles something.]

...I'm sorry about playing around earlier.

It's all right.

[Rosalia slowly gets up, using some nearby furniture to brace and support herself despite all the butter on the ground. Keeping a tight grip on it, she reaches out for Palom too.]

Let's just be careful about this in the future, huh? Once we're both okay.

[Palom will slowly slide forward along the ground and reach out towards Rosalia. ...Success! As soon as he tries to use her weight to pull himself forward, though...]

A-Ah!

[There is an odd squelching sound.]

My shoes! They're stuck! ...C-Caramel?

[Caramel? That's sticky...uh-oh. Rosalia quickly checks her feet, trying to step away to avoid the stuff without losing her grip and balance.]

Can you shake them off or anything? And then be careful about where you step!

This is the worst candy house ever.

[And Palom will very carefully try to pull his feet away without sliding to the ground again. Rosalia is probably lucky enough to get away unscathed.]

...Hey, what happens to caramel if you set it on fire?

You want to try that again?

[Rosalia definitely seems alarmed by that, but then again...]

I think...it hardens? It's a lot of burnt sugar, isn't it?

[A second look at the floor, another half-panicked shift in weight, and--]

If you're going to do it, hurry!

...O-OK, well. Here goes!

[And Palom will aim a fireball right down at the floorboards. Wherever the goo is coming from, it has to be somewhere down, right? For a moment, it doesn't seem as if anything is happening, but soon enough, the caramel stops oozing. Palom breaks a foot away.

...Perhaps more surprisingly, the whole house begins to shake soon after.]

[Rosalia lets out a full-out shriek when the house begins shaking.]

Come on, let's go before it's too late!

[And with his feet now crusted in caramel, Palom has better footing on which to begin to flee the room.]

You sure it's not too late already?! It sounds like it's gonna explode...!

[It doesn't, but exaggeration is one of his many talents.]

[Running!]

We have to try. Hurry!

[Palom half scrambles, half slides the rest of the way out to the door, screaming incoherently all the way.]

Quick, get out the front!

Right behind you!

[Rosalia's afraid to look back until she's out of the house and definite out of its way, as if something else might happen. Once they're out, she checks to make sure Palom is okay.]

How are you feeling?

[Palom dives. Because it's more theatrical to dive. Behind them, gray smoke is seen curling out the cracks in the door as they slam it shut.]

Nothing some more chocolate won't help.

[He'll stand up.]

Worst candy house ever.

Agreed, definitely.

[Another moment to catch her breath, and then: ]

What now? Do you think we should just leave? I don't know if it feels right, but...

[Palom leaps to his feet.]

I think we should burn it down. And take all the melted chocolate with us in a bowl.]

More fire.

[A sigh. But it seems like their best option, all the same. She doesn't know what else to do, for sure.]

Maybe. There's no one left inside, is there? Oh, I hope not!

If they're still inside after that, they're probably already dead.

[Ugh.]

Good point. Um, maybe give it just a little more time...?

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