On a lonely road in the falling rain, they it saw clear as can be,
a Chrysler Imperial from decades past, moving quickly on the team.
It glowed like a spectre in the night barreling down the road,
with no one there behind the wheel, if ever truth be told.
"Run!" Solo called to Illya, and together they ran their race.
It was gaining quickly upon them, as they couldn't keep up the pace.
First the Russian fell, tripping and rolling to the ground.
Napoleon stopped to help him. Yet the car made not a sound.
The UNCLE agents held their breath as death had finally come.
They turned their heads, it was too late. They both could no longer run.
The headlights shone in the darkness, blinding the two men's eyes,
and just as suddenly as it came upon them, it continued driving by.
The ghost car it disappeared, off into the Halloween night,
but not before it gave our two heroes one unforgettable fright.
Napoleon and Illya slowly, pulled themselves up to their feet,
realizing they were now both covered in slime, an ectoplasmic treat.
As Solo wiped the goop from his face, he smiled in spite of the mess.
"I'm glad this was an old suit, and not one of my usual best."
"True true perhaps," Kuryakin said,"though Waverly will not let it fly,
another suit ruined by a ghostly car that merely passed us by?"
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