A/N: #12 I couldn't really think of a good title for this peace..Sorry.

All-Hollow's Eve

Clark entered the room carrying a large glass jar filled with coins.

"What's that for?" Lois asked, eying the container dubiously.

"I thought this year instead of candy we'd give out-"

"Nickels?" Lois finished, as she strained her eyes to see exactly what was in the receptacle. "Are you on drugs?"

"No!" Clark stated, defiantly. "And for your information it's not only nickels, I'm also giving out dimes- but only to the kids with really creative costumes."

"Oh, my God," Lois replied, unable to believe her own ears, "do you know what happens to people who don't give out candy on Halloween?"

"No. But I'm sure your going to tell me," Clark answered.

"It's not called Trick or Treat for nothing, Smallville!"

Clark gave her a blank look and Lois rolled her eyes.

"They vandalize your house," Lois told him, "T.P., eggs, flour- the works! Oh! And don't think they'll stop there, either. There's this really great trick you can do to someone's car, all you need is saran wrap and-"

"It sounds like you've had a lot of experience with this sort of thing," Clark observed.

"Let's just say I've never claimed to be an angel," The natural brunette replied, grinning mischievously.

"Well, I think you're being ridiculous. No one is going to egg the house, Lois," Clark gave her look and placed the jar by the bowl of candy the army brat had already prepared a few minutes ago.

"Smallville, let me explain something to you," Lois began, as though she were talking to a slow child. "Kids don't want nickels and dimes for Halloween- they want something sweet or sour or chewy or dipped in chocolate that rots their baby teeth!"

"We'll see," Clark retorted confidently.

"Fine, but I'm not helping you clean up the mess tomorrow." Lois said, snatching her candy and heading upstairs.

"There won't be any mess to clean up!" Clark called after her.

The next morning Clark woke up late. Which was weird because usually the sun peeking in through the window in the living room usually got him up around five or six. Stretching and opening his eyes, Clark groggily rose from the couch and stumbled over to open the drapes-

"Oh my God!" He made a beeline for the front door.

Not only the house, but the barn too was completely blanketed in toilet paper and egg yolk. He turned around to see his car with a nice thick layer of flour on the windshield. Well, at least that wasn't to bad-

"Don't even think about trying to wash that off," Lois's voice startled him and he turned to see her smug face. "I told you-!"

"Don't say it!" He held up hand to stop her. Then growled and ran his fingers through his hair. With Lois watching, it would take all day to clean up this mess.

"You better get a move on, Smallville," Lois said like she could read his thoughts, "Your mom just called- she and your dad are cutting their trip short. They should be back in a few hours."

A/N: Thanks for reading!