Hello my lovely readers! I've finished my exams now and am free to write, so yay! And I'm also doubly happy as Modwolves (if you dont know what Modwolves are - call yourself a fan? ;-) ) got a mention on Russell Brand's radio show just now.

But anyway, on with the fic. This one, as you will see in just a sec, has my OC Tara in it, but if you don't read the Tara stories, please read it anyway, as she's only in this very first bit (unless I really need to put her in alteer for whatever reason), and the only reason she's in it is because I wanted to dress her and Naboo up like.. well, you'll see in a minute. But anyway, if you don't know anything about her, basically she's Vince's little sister and she's now dating Naboo.

Right, so, this fic is set around Halloween, basically so I could dress everyone up, I am in no way confused and think that its October. Also, this fic is dedicated to the lovely Helen, who is possibly Bob Fossil/Rich Fulcher's biggest fan, and has been very nice and has read all my fics even though he isn't in them very much. So this one's for you dear! I think thats all that needs to be said, I'm being distracted by Russell Brand.. enjoy the fic!

'Still, it's a bit of a cop-out, isn't it?'

'S'not my fault, it was Aladdin, what was I supposed to wear?'

'Well, you could've… you could've been beggar Aladdin. And I could've been beggar Jasmine. Costume would've been cheaper.' Tara said, plucking at it.

'It wouldn't have been as pretty though.' Said Naboo.

'True.' She smiled, rushing over to the mirror to look at her beautiful exotic costume again. One of her friends was holding a Halloween party, and her and Naboo had decided to go as Aladdin and Jasmine; she had rented an expensive costume and Naboo was wearing what he always wore.

'You look beautiful' he said. But we'd better get a move on if we're gonna be on time.'

They hurried out, passing Vince and Howard, who were having an argument in the living room.

'I told you Vince, no, I'm not using an ancient pagan ritual as an excuse to dress up, go out and get pissed!'

'Come on Howard, it'll be great, we'll get dressed up and go out, we can go trick or treating!'

'Who in their right mind is gonna give the pair of us sweets?'

'Exactly! No-one's gonna be in their right mind, they'll all be pissed! We could just go round the clubs!'

'Vince, I told you, I don't want to go out, there's a documentary on about Murnau that-'

'Aw come on Howard, what do you think the video recorder's for?'

'Don't you have anyone else you an go out with? I thought you had loads of friends.'

'I.. do. But they're all busy, they.. please Howard, come on, I've even got our outfits planned out!'

This actually invoked some interest in Howard. 'oh yeah?'

'Yeah! I'll go as you, and-'

'You're going as me are you, I'm worthy of being a Halloween costume? That's great Vince, thanks a lot.'

'You didn't let me finish! I'll go as you and you could go as me!'

'Why?'

'Because, we're everything each other doesn't like! You like jazz and moustaches and documentaries on monral,' Howard chose not to correct him. 'And I like bright colours and electro and Colobus the crab! We'd be perfect as each other!'

Howard eyed him, then reluctantly said 'alright', only because he knew that if he didn't, he'd never hear the end of it, as usual. It struck him that he and Vince were something of an old married couple, and he hastily pushed that thought aside and allowed Vince to show him his costume.

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