Halloween Who - Trick or Treat Smell My Feet
“Trick or Treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat!” Amy sang.
“Why would I want to smell your feet?” the Doctor asked. “Is that some new Halloween custom I haven’t heard of? I can understand lighting bonfires, and dressing up in scary costumes to scare away evil spirits, but smelling feet is a bit strange. It’s the end of October, wouldn’t your feet get cold?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “It’s just a saying. A children’s nursery rhyme.”
“Odd sort of rhyme for a nursery,” he muttered as he calibrated the Tardis controls, his mind was obviously on this “feet smelling” idea. “Do you put perfume on your feet? I know the hoari’s of...”
“Rory, tell him!” Amy demanded as her husband wandered in.
“Tell him what?” Rory said around the sandwich he was eating.
“This feet smelling custom on Halloween,” the Doctor informed him as he leaned a hip on the console. “Are there some special rules to it? Only certain people allowed to do it, or an age limit?” he asked with his usual determined curiosity. “Do you do it?”
“Nah,” Rory said, swallowing his tuna fish, “I eat Lady Fingers on Halloween. And I papered the Schoolmaster’s house one time.”
The Doctor grinned, “That was very kind of you. Helping your teacher wallpaper his house. You see, Amy? There are far nicer things to be doing on Halloween than having people smell your feet.”
“Why would I want to smell your feet?” the Doctor asked. “Is that some new Halloween custom I haven’t heard of? I can understand lighting bonfires, and dressing up in scary costumes to scare away evil spirits, but smelling feet is a bit strange. It’s the end of October, wouldn’t your feet get cold?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “It’s just a saying. A children’s nursery rhyme.”
“Odd sort of rhyme for a nursery,” he muttered as he calibrated the Tardis controls, his mind was obviously on this “feet smelling” idea. “Do you put perfume on your feet? I know the hoari’s of...”
“Rory, tell him!” Amy demanded as her husband wandered in.
“Tell him what?” Rory said around the sandwich he was eating.
“This feet smelling custom on Halloween,” the Doctor informed him as he leaned a hip on the console. “Are there some special rules to it? Only certain people allowed to do it, or an age limit?” he asked with his usual determined curiosity. “Do you do it?”
“Nah,” Rory said, swallowing his tuna fish, “I eat Lady Fingers on Halloween. And I papered the Schoolmaster’s house one time.”
The Doctor grinned, “That was very kind of you. Helping your teacher wallpaper his house. You see, Amy? There are far nicer things to be doing on Halloween than having people smell your feet.”