There are no excuses for this...
"Isn't sixteen a little old to go trick-or-treating?" Grim asked irritably.
"One is never too old for free candy," Mandy chided, adjusting the tail of her slinky red devil outfit. She had chosen for the sake of redundancy to leave the horns off.
"CANDY!" Billy shrieked, jumping around in his Dr. Gaylord cosplay, reused from his last Dinobinoid con. "CANDY! CANDY! CANDY!"
"Anyway, if you hate it so much, why dress up?" Mandy asked, gesturing to Grim's pinstriped tuxedo and bat bowtie.
"Might as well get into the mood if I have to be here," he sniffed defensively.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." The trio set out to extort and vandalize--er... trick-or-treat, but soon a familiar figure crossed their paths like a cloud across the moon...
"Oooh! Ooooh! Look, it's Betty!"
"No, you dolt, it's Jack-o'-Lantern," Mandy corrected sharply.
Sure enough, the pumpkin-headed prankster was walking along, carting a bulging sack while cheerfully and tunelessly whistling "Taps" into senselessness. His glowing eyes widened in recognition of the trio.
"What're you doing here?" Death asked slowly, attepting to loom menacingly.
"Can I ride in your sack?" Billy. Of course.
"What do you have in there, anyway?" Mandy asked suspiciously.
Jack grinned like an aquitted criminal and opened the bag. "Three hundred and sixty-four days worth of pudding," he proclaimed proudly, the little cups bulging out of their cloth confines. ""Now, if you'll excuse me..." He pushed past them, already whistling again.
"Merry Hippopotamus!" Billy called after him.
"Halloween," Grim corrected tiredly.
"Back to the candy, you tools," Mandy ordered.
And so they stalked on through darkest suburbia...
I hate love at the moment, and have wanted to do a Jack fic since I first saw the Halloween ep, so ta-da. Jack finally gets his pudding!
Bonus years for good health if you get the very obvious joke about Grim's costume...
Ciao, babies!
-SN