"Bill, I don't see how we match." He had red paint all over his front and ratty, slightly torn clothes. His costume, quite frankly, was rather shitty. Bill on the other hand had a sleek black suit, his yellow hair was slicked back, and there wasn't a stain anywhere on him. He even had a good looking eye patch. Really, he shouldn't have let him pick the costumes.
Out of nowhere, a knife appeared in his hands. Luckily, it was plastic, and slightly covered in red paint. "Did you think I was just going to go in a suit? What kind of a costume is that? But with this and you at my side it's killer."
Dipper chuckled. "Your jokes are getting worse by the day.
Bill rolled his one eye. "We should get going. We don't want to be late, do we?" He reached out his arm and Dipper took it.