THE PHARMACIST

Greetings again kiddies.  This SLIME OF THE FRIGHT, I am usually IN DEAD ha-ha, but there's a full-moon out tonight, so our story is GHOST APPROPRIATE...
There was a pharmacy on the corner of Beaver Creek, Maine.  It stood there in the Summertime-breeze of 1946, and a little boy and girl entered the place.  "Hia kids!" the pharmacist said to them from behind the counter.  "Hi Mr. Waggle" the girl and boy replied to him, with grinning-faces.  "Just in time for your prescriptions and lollipops of course, Michael and June" Mr. Waggle smiled at them.  "Yes please sir" June and Michael said to him.  Mr. Waggle gave them each a lollipop from a jar on his countertop and reached into his white coat-pocket retrieving two bottles of tiny blue round pills.  
Michael handed him 25 cents and Mr. Waggle handed him and June each a bottle of the medicine.  "Thank you have a nice day" Mr. Waggle wished the children.  "Thanks sir you too" they wished him and ran outside.  As the kids walked through the town, the swallowed two pills.  "Well, my allergy medicine is down" June said.  "Mine is too Cousin" Michael told her.  They had their lollipops and an older man came up to them.  "Come on kids, I'll take you both to a nice carnival" he informed them, taking their arms firmly.  That night, the man showed up in the pharmacy.  "Good evening sir, I need some over-the-counter medication for a headache please" he proclaimed to Mr. Waggle.  "Yes sir" he said quietly and handed him a bottle from the back shelf.  
Mr. Waggle turned, going into the back room and his silhouette on the glass in the door bent over as he clutched his throat, coughing.  The man drove to a house in a truck, while drinking Bourbon and he opened a closet, when he got inside, where Michael and June was tied up.  The moon was full and the kidnapper told the kids: "your Folks will never find you here."  A werewolf smashed a window and crawled in, glaring menacingly at the guy, with its small white-gleaming pupils in its black eyes.  The beast had light-brown fur and its fangs dripped and oozed yellow-slime, as it struck the man with both razor-clawed-hands.  The kidnapper screamed, the monster growling deeply and piercing his throat with its massive-teeth.  The werewolf was tall and mangy, with overgrown-fur and tore at the flesh of the kidnapper in the darkness, growling viscously.  As the thing straightened up over the dead kidnapper, it transformed into the pharmacist and the kids smiled.  
What a SORE THROAT for the ol' kidnapper eh, kiddies?  The pharmacist really gave him A DOSE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE hee-hee-hee.  That is when he found out WEREWOLF THE KIDNAPPER LIVED, then Mr. Waggle ended up WOLFING DOWN his own prescription eh!  Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.