Little monster, do you want a pan dulce? What about a beso? Maybe a concha or an oreja?
A gaggle of little monsters politely decline the narrator's offerings, floating and swirling and twirling away when it's not the pan dulce they are craving for tonight's spooky festivites. It takes a few tries for the narrator to finally guess right - just in time to celebrate the end of Halloween and the beginnings of Día de Muertos.
