Etwas and the motley crew

Once upon a time, on a misty, moonlight nigh, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she knocked over a giant mummy.  Helping the monster to its feet, she saw that there was a pirate and a medieval physician standing there silently as well.

"Shivoo me timbaws!" said the pirate.

"Eamon, is that you?" asked Etwas.

"Of coase!  Me an' Cousin Jake an' Cousin Payton ow twick-a-tweetin'"

"But, Eamon," explained Etwas patiently, "Halloween isn't for four more days"

"It's true," shrieked the mummy from above.

"I know," Eamon went on, "but the school bawd said we should twick-a-tweet today."

"Eamon," answered his cousin Etwas, "doesn't supervision kind of ruin the fun?"

So the pirate, the mummy and the medieval physician took off their costumes and played kickball with Etwas throughout the dank and eerie night, as the normal old elf, banshee and pixie that they were.

And ever since then, elves are never intimidated by anachronisms.