"Fonz, could we have a conversation?" Richie Cunningham asked.
"What about?" Arthur Fonzarelli, also known as the Fonz asked.
"We know Halloween is coming up," Richie began.
"What does this conversation have got to do about Halloween?" Fonzie asked.
"I just thought of something," Richie told him.
"Spit it out, Cunningham. We don't have ally day."
"I understand, Fonz. I think I have an idea what we could do this year for Halloween."
"What sort of plan do you have?"
"I was thinking we could play a little prank."
"On who, is my question," Fonzie said.
He really didn't care much for Halloween, but decided to play along on what idea Richie had in mind.
"Whatever idea you have, Cunningham, it better be good."
"Well, Fonz, my idea is that we could have Chachi involved."
"What does Chachi got to do with Halloween?" Fonzie asked.
He still didn't understand what Richie was telling him quite yet.
"What I have in mind is that once we get Chachi involved, the plan might just work."
"Come on already. I have a date in three hours and I don't want to be late."
Fonzie had always been a ladies' man and had quite a reputation that he wanted to keep up.
"What I want to do is we could scare Chachi."
"Why would we want to do that for?"
"Halloween is supposed to be all about fun and I thought a prank would be a good idea," Richie said.
"You mean to tell me we have to dress up for this sort of joke?" he asked.
"That's right, Fonz. One of us could dress up as a ghost while the other will be something else."
"Cunningham, I do have a question about this."
"What do you want to ask me?"
"How would Chachi know it was you and me?"
"That he'll have to figure out on his own."
"I'd like to see that for myself," Fonzie said.
"You will."