Connie Conehead: Mommy, I must split to join my human friends and their Halloween activities.
Prymaat Conehead: Activities?
Connie Conehead: Apple bobbing.
Prymaat Conehead: Apple bobbing?
Connie Conehead: Apple bobbing! An ancient human ritual. The emersion of the cone into a fluid bath, while attempting to grasp bouyant fruit with a major orifice.
Prymaat Conehead: Unacceptable! Unacceptable!
Beldar Conehead: On our home planet, Remulak, at this moment, all cones are celebrating the Harvest Under the Moons of Mipzor. Now, that's a party! All the gellato spirots will be harvested and smoked.
Connie Conehead: So what? Big deal!
Prymaat Conehead: The Harvest of Mipzor, long ago, was when I first saw Beldar's cone. How young and strong he looked as he pursued and captured the greased garthok, which was roasted for all to consume.