When he gets to the first house, he knocks on the door and an elderly lady answers. "Twick-or-tweat," he says.

The lady says, "I don't understand what you are trying to say, little boy."

The boy, frustrated, says, "Twick-or-tweat."

The lady says, "I'm sorry, little boy, but I don't understand you."

The boy, now mad as hell, yells to the lady, "Twick-or-tweat."

The lady says, "Oh, oh, I get it. Trick-or-treat. What are you supposed to be anyway?"

The boy answers, "I'm a piwat."

"I don't understand you," says the lady.

The boy, getting frustrated, again yells to the lady, "I'm a piwat."

The lady replies, I'm sorry, little boy, but I don't understand you."

Screaming at the top of his lungs, the boy says, "I'm a piwat."

The lady replies, "Oh, oh, I get it. You're a pirate. Where are your buccaneers?"

"Wight here," replies the boy. "Where are your buckin' eyes?!?"