Queen were on their way to the party, when suddenly, they ran into a strange old Gypsy woman.
"Can we help you?" asked Brian politely.
"Oh my goodness, it's you!" said the woman. "It's Queen! My all time favorite band! Can I have your autograph?"
"We're really sorry," replied Brian. "but we have to get to a party."
"Lovely costume, by the way!" said Roger.
"What costume?" said the woman. "Do you insult me?!"
"No!" replied Roger. "That's not what I said at all!"
"I'll show YOU a lovely costume!" the woman shouted. "From now on, you shall become what you wear!" The woman raised her hands up into the air, gathered a ball of magic, and then zapped the whole band with said magic.
Brian's skin became an ugly green color. His nose grew bigger and pointier, and warts grew on his face. His guitar became sentient, and began floating in midair. Brian was no longer a guy in a costume, but a real witch.
Roger watched in horror as his hands turned into paws. His human face turned into a that of a tiger's. Pretty soon, he was down on all fours. His fake tail turned into a real one. Roger was now a real tiger.
Freddie's skin began to grow pale. His appearance became more ghastly and gaunt, almost corpselike, but still with a supernatural beauty to it. His fingernails began to grow slightly longer and pointier. His eyes turned from a deep, dark brown to a bright blood red. Before he knew it, he became a real vampire.
And finally, John watched as his arms and legs disappeared. His whole body began to shrink. No longer was he made of flesh and blood, but of bread and cheese. He was now nothing more than a piece of cheese on toast.
"Happy Halloween!" the woman shouted as she disappeared, laughing.
"Ooh! I'm gonna get you for this!" Brian shouted, shaking his fist. Just then, a bunch of pigeons began pecking at John.
"Hey!" Brian shouted. "Stop eating my friend!" The pigeons flew away as he came to John's rescue.
"It's okay, John." Brian reassured. "I'm here for you."
"How do I look, Brian?" panicked Freddie. "I hope I still look good!" He ran over to a large store window, but to his plight, he couldn't see himself. He had no reflection.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Where's my reflection?!"
"Freddie, I hate to tell you this, but..." Brian began. "You know that lady back there? Well, she turned you into a real vampire."
"What?!" Freddie objected. "No! No, this can't be happening!"
"Don't worry, we'll find a way to fix this." said Brian.
"Right now," said Freddie. "I'm beginning to feel an overwhelming craving for human blood!"
"Uh oh." thought Brian.
"Gah!" shouted Freddie. "I can't control it! I must have blood!" Just then, he held out his arms, and with just a single thought, they turned into bat wings. His body began to shrink, his legs grew smaller, his ears grew big and pointy, and his face became more bat-like. However, he still retained his black, bushy moustache, making it easier to distinguish him from other bats. Freddie was now a bat with a moustache.
"Oh my God!" he thought to himself. "I really AM a vampire! Hey, maybe this won't be so bad after all!" He flapped his wings and flew into the night.
"Hey, wait!" Brian yelled. "Come back!" And before he could say anything, Freddie was gone.
"Right," he began. "We need to find him, and fast! It's only a matter of time before he starts hurting innocent people! Come on, Roger!" Roger slowly approached him, growling and snarling. He looked like he was about to pounce on Brian. It was almost as if Brian was his prey.
"R-R-Roger?" said Brian, nervously. "It's me, Brian!" The tiger licked his lips, getting ready for the kill. Brian then took off, running and screaming. Roger began to chase him as if he was a gazelle. It was now a cat-and-mouse game, only this time, Brian was the mouse. But then, Brian's pace started to slacken, as he was getting tired from all the running. It was the perfect opportunity for Roger to pounce on top of Brian. He pinned the witch down to the ground with all his force, and was just about to go for his jugular.
"Wait a minute, what am I doing?!" thought Brian. "I'm a witch, for God's sake! I'll simply cast a spell on Roger!" So, that's what he decided to do. He closed his eyes, and a little ball of magic began to form in his green, wrinkly hand.
"Please work..." he pleaded. "Please work!" And with a stroke of luck, the magic beam sent Roger flying off of Brian, giving him a chance to recover. Roger then got up, and started growling again. Brian took out a magic wand, and zapped the ferocious feline with a beam of magic. Somehow, this undid the spell that the Gypsy had cast on him. No longer was he a vicious tiger, but a pretty blonde man in a costume. Roger was back to normal.
"Oh, thank God!" shouted Brian. "Roger, you're back!"
"Gee, thanks, Bri." said Roger. "Hey, sorry I tried to eat you, old bugger."
"No worries, Rog." said Brian. "No harm done. Now, we need to find Freddie."
"Now, to find Freddie." he began. "We just have to THINK like Freddie."
"Maybe he's at a gay bar or something." said Roger.
"No, I doubt it." responded Brian. Just then, saw what appeared to be a bat flying overhead.
"A bat!" he shouted. "That's GOT to be him!"
"Are you sure, Brian?" asked Roger. "There are probably about a million bats around here at night."
"Positive." Brian responded.
"Here," he said as he handed John to Roger. "You keep an eye on John! I'm going to catch me some vampire bat!" He hopped onto his guitar, and started riding it like a witch riding a broom. He flew right close up to the bat, but it kept flying away. When he got close enough, he took off his hat.
"Gotcha!" he said as he caught the bat with his hat. "Now, let's see what we've got in here." He opened up the hat just a smidge to see what he caught. He saw that it didn't have a moustache, and that's when he realized that the bat that he caught wasn't Freddie at all. It was just an ordinary bat.
"Wait a minute, if that bat ain't Freddie..." he asked. "...then where could he be?"
TO BE CONTINUED