“Come on, let’s really shake things up!”
says the devil to the rat and the werewolf and lets his engine roar. The wild gang rushes in front of the roadhouse and sinks everything in the dense fog.
The tires are smoking and the bloodthirsty trio dances its gruesome witch dance right outside the gates. They covet entry and want their empty pockets filled with goodies from the Roadhouse…. but NO! Even the devil can’t get past the resolute Sylvie! Strictly she raises her hand and stops the spectacle.
Hungry growls, sad looks, a tear in the devil’s eye… even Sylvie is getting weak!
But how can she calm down the gang? They are not allowed to enter the parlor under any circumstances…
Hopefully we all can party with the devil next year…