The Mythical Creatures

"Mythical Creatures have been around since the dawn of time. It was highly mythicized that dinosaurs had eaten all mythical creatures in an evil reptilian wave of genocide, but this is false."
-Plato
The Mythical Creatures are not mythical at all. They are in fact very real and always have been. They've lurked in the shadows for centuries, and all who have been lucky enough to discover their existence were either never heard from again or were labeled "crazy", or occassionally "loco", and one time "dodo headed poopoo brain."
It is said The Mythical Creatures are a secret army that hides in Hell-- the bearers of Armageddon. And they return to Earth once a year, on All Hallow's Eve, to bring the rapture and The End Of The World with them. The only problem to fulfill their destiny is that their love of the taste of blood has been eclipsed by their newfound love- addiction really- of chocolate candy bars...
YES, delicious SNICKERS... Sweet MARS bars... Delectable MR. GOODBAR, How I love thee.... but I digress.
Yet, addiction has its torments.
Soon, coming to Earth only once a year to satisfy their never-ending cravings seemed foolish and... well, foolish. They needed it more. They needed it NOW! So with the hairbrain scheme of amateur guitarist Santa Claus, they assembled a band.
"A band", he told them, "doesn't need any talent and the rewards are deep... The rewards are sweet too and filled with goo." The Creatures argued amongst themselves for awhile what he meant by this and finally concluded that Santa meant the rewards were CHOCOLATE.
They tinkered with their instruments into the night: Wolfman with drums made of the skins of dead hookers, Death with a guitar-sickle combo (the same sickle that helped kill those hookers), Dracula settled on bass (but he was having a terrible time of kicking Blood in favor of chocolate.... so many sad near suicides...), The Last Unicorn banged his hooves on the same keyboards his mother taught him on (before all Unicorns were wiped out by the nefarious Sea Otters), The Mighty ZEUS played a mighty pan flute and a mighty toaster (and he wouldn't shut up about his glory days of Mount Olympus), and of course Santa Claus played the guitar (the poor man was always hiding in Hell with the Creatures, constantly avoiding the North Pole because Mrs. Claus' menopause was in full swing).
Armed with an array of songs, this band of brothers at long last returned to Earth and went to battle... A BATTLE OF THE BANDS.
And.
They.
Won.
All the money they needed to support their sweet chocolate addiction. With the victory still sweet on their lips, they descended into Hell, for what could certainly be the last time. Yet, the question remains- Will the money run out? Will they return one of these days to entertain their legions of fans?? Or WORSE, will they tire of chocolate and return to enslave and kill us all, and finally fulfill the prophecy of The Mythical Creatures???