We had another edition Game Time poetry last week, where we asked you to describe a television show in haiku form. After a close vote, Meg wins with her ode to Tony Micelli. Unfortunately, her last line was “Who IS the boss?” which is only four syllables, as opposed to the required five. So, we have to strip her of her title, so soon after victory. To symbolized our mourning, there will be no winner this week. Tragic.

Speaking of tragedies, today is Halloween. BOO! Last Halloween, we had a pretty successful Game Time contest, where you had to write a scary story. We will reprise that game.

Write a Halloween story (50 words or less) that begins “They told me not to go down the alley…”

To give you an idea of what a story is, here is ours:

They told me not to go down the alley. But what did they know? It was late, but I was feeling brave. I crept down the alley. Then, my heart froze. I realized they were all right. It was a dead end! So, I turned and left the alley.

Ooh! Having to double back! Scaaary! Think you can do better? We hope so. Post your stories below.

Last week, Johnny talked about the wondrous (Wondrous? Wonderous? Thunderous!) theme from Mr. Belvedere. That made us write a haiku about the series. And that made us ask you to do the same about your favorite sitcom. Or any sitcom really. Here’s what you all submitted.

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Pick your favorite as fast as you can. Voting closes tomorrow morning and we forgot to post until now!

So I had Chinese food for dinner last night, and I forgot to put the leftovers away before I went to bed. When I woke up this morning, I remembered the food and was sure it was gonna be covered in ants. I ran downstairs to check and, thankfully, the food was fine. But my chopsticks had attracted termites.

Time for a joke.

What’s the difference between a locomotive and a schoolteacher?
There are several differences. I don’t really know what you’re getting at.
You know…it’s a joke. What’s the difference between a locomotive and a schoolteacher?
Well, um I guess one is a mode of transportation made out of steel, and the other is a human being who instructs children.
You got it!

When we last left our heroes, they were taking an extraordinarily long time to find out what is inside the warehouse.

“And when we last left the narrator, he was moving the story along at a snail’s pace,” Johnny said. The narrator thought for a moment, and realized the truth in Johnny’s critique.

“Really?” Johnny asked.

“Really?” Mike asked.

Really.

“Great!” Mike said. “Let’s move this story along then and get to the good stuff, like the training and crime fighting!”

Sure thing. But we should probably wait until next week.

“No!” Johnny protested. “Start now, let’s get this story rolling.”

Not wanting to anger the heroes, the narrator obliged. The two brothers made their way down to the ground floor and with the help of their flashlights and miner helmets, saw that the huge warehouse would be a perfect place to begin training.

“Wow, it is perfect,” Mike said. “But, I wonder why the narrator is being so nice to us.”

“It is a little suspicious, maybe he’s just in a friendly mood.”

And the two began to set up a workout center for their training and decided not to fire the narrator, despite the current state of the economy.

Our last week’s Game Time asked you to give the two presidential candidates American Gladiator nicknames. We counted the votes and the winner is…us! That’s right! We got the most votes for our answer of Methuselah and Gibraltar. Thanks to everyone who voted, but a special thanks to everyone who voted for us.

Earlier in the week, Johnny made a reference to Mr. Belvedere. In the comments, Tony made an interesting point: What is the deal with Mr. Belvedere? So, in an effort to explain that sitcom and others, we thought of this game:

Write a haiku explaining the plot of a television show.

Here is ours:

A world-renowned butler
decides to move to Pittsburgh.
Pittsburgh? Why, oh why?

That haiku summarized Mr. Belvedere. Get the idea? Haiku it up in the comments.

Man, I haven’t had lunch yet, and I am starving. I am so hungry I could eat a horse! But I won’t bet on it.

Last week, Johnny suggested that the third presidential debate be replaced with American Gladiator jousting. We liked the idea and asked you all to come up with names for the candidates. Like Nitro or something. Here’s what you said.

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Pick your favorite, and the winner will be announced domani matti if you know what I’m sayin’. Chnom sain?

You know when you really like a song, but no one else is really into it, but then for some reason or another it gets really popular, and then everyone likes it, and then it gets lots of air time on the radio, and then you start kind of getting annoyed by the song, and then you can’t like it anymore, but it’s still getting played all the time because everyone else is demanding it, and then you’re stuck not liking a song you like and listening to it when you don’t want to?

That’s how I feel about the theme from Mr. Belvedere.