AN Emerald: Good news everyone! Well unless you one of those poor doomed souls stuck in this story. In which case nothing personal we just like watching you suffer.

It's that time of year again when the spooks and spectres are emerging, little kids get dressed up and go around ringing the doorbell as soon as you sit down on the coach after the last lot left and you get to eat way too much candy or drink way too much alcohol.

So in the spirit of this wonderful holiday, we have decided to write a story about how everyone's favourite cubs spend their Halloween. Naturally being us it will probably end badly for all concerned. So if you enjoy reading about a childhood movie being twisted for a laugh do read on. If not LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU! Ha... no, but I would watch your backs if I were you.

JJZ-109: Wassup motherfuckers. Me and Eoin are writing this for 2 reasons. 1 - Its in the spirit of Halloween. 2 - We need to get it out of our systems. Enjoy yourself, laugh, get scared, cringe and all that good shit. You will see some familiar villains in there...From both our universes, and one that inspired them. Well mine at least, to a certain extent. Each chapter your favourite cubs will tell a campfire story that involves them. For those that bask in fuckuppery and wrongness, this is for you. For those that scream 'childhood!'...FIGHT US.

Also a warning, in places this could be M in spirit.

The Pridelands were ablaze with light. From the magnificent full glowing orb against the star spangled sky, to the hundreds of lanterns constructed by the Shaman Rafiki. Pride rock looked as if three-dozen giant fireflies had landed there. It was little wonder that every year the Kingdom had no shortage of guests on Halloween night. Lions of all Prides and ages came from across the desert or plains. From as far away as the land of thunder or the fire coast. There were easily a hundred of them. So it was quite understandable that the young lioness cub was wondering just what the hell she and her idiot royal friend were doing sneaking away to the waterhole.

Behind the trees hidden from view of the families and animals near Pride rock was a small fire made from one of the lanterns and two teenaged cubs, both reasonably older than Simba and Nala.

"You made it!" A sandy furred adolescent said happily.

His fur look ruffled especially around the muzzle, when a Lioness his age emerged from the grass, Nala guessed what had been going on. By the smell of it Rafiki had lent a hand with some of his special potions.

"Wouldn't miss it," Simba assured him.

"Yeah, that would be awful." Nala muttered sarcastically.

"What's up with you?" Pepo, the female adolescent asked.

"I kind of wanted to have fun tonight." Nala admitted.

"Well that's what we're here for isn't it?" Mchanga, the male asked.

"Well yeah but I wouldn't exactly call watching you drink until you pass out or admit that you love Pepo and want to have 8 cubs with her 'fun'." Nala said bluntly.

Simba and Pepo laughed at the memory, the latter slightly awkwardly. Mchanga looked like Nala had just kicked him in the groin.

"That only happened once! And I was just a stupid cub then!" He spluttered.

"So now you're just stupid?" Pepo teased.

"Ha, fucking ha." Mchanga grumbled.

"Anyway, what else would you be doing tonight?" Simba asked.

"Gee dumbass, I don't know what do cubs do for fun on Halloween?" Nala asked sarcastically.

"Don't tell me you would rather be going through the maze or listening to one of Zazu's dumb stories." Simba said in disgust.

"Yeah, actually, I like Halloween. Treats, stories, scaring..."

"Heh, I think you just don't want to be out here in the dark." Simba teased provocatively

"What?"

"Well don't worry if you want to eat and listen to stories before mommy puts you to bed, we can have fun out here." Simba shrugged and watched the little fire crackle.

"Oh really? Here's a story. How about the time I caught you -" Nala started, and noticed the cocky expression vanish from Simba's face.

"Okay, okay...go back to the other...stories. Ahem." Simba said quickly, stopping it before it even began.

"Maybe I will,"

Pepo decided to interject, trying to keep the peace. She really didn't fancy spending the night with a moody Simba.

"Hey calm down. The festival goes on all night so why doesn't Nala stay here a while and if she doesn't like it she can head off?"

"Fine." Nala agreed. "So what were you going to do?"

"Well, since you like stories so much why don't we tell a few? It is Halloween night after all. Nothing like a good scary story and some of Rafiki's finest between friends."

Mchanga smirked,

"Fine, I'll go first." He offered and moved himself closer to the fire.

His face took on an evil smirk and he leaned forward into the fire light. Embers floated up past his face as he thought to himself. Time to traumatize some childhoods...He knew the perfect tale. For him, the idea of a good scary story was an antagonist that would stay in the cubs' heads long after his tale over. And one such person came to mind.

"I have one. A story with lush jungles, beautiful beaches, breathtaking wildlife and a paradise forgotten." He started, watching the eyes roll around him.

"That doesn't sound very scary." Nala commented.

"But...this paradise was a mask for a nightmare. In it we have animals whose sole purpose is to kill you, legends of monsters, psychopaths who inspire Fanfiction authors...and humans." The last two made the cubs gasp. Mchanga's smile grew even more.

The image started to form in the cub's minds. The eerie glow of the Pridelander night started to fade...replaced by a tropical island sitting peacefully on the ocean.

"It all starts when a Pride of friends goes on a fun vacation to the South Pacific..."

(Paper Planes opening riff)