*If Halloween was fun for the young crowd, it is even more exciting the second time around. Target issued a short list of new policies to go into effect before the summer started, one to bring back the costumes and the sugar rush kids got after saying "Trick or Treat." Apparently, one or few of the Team Members twisted this policy to their own benefit with the promise of Ninja Turtles and ice cream. The Electronics Department transformed into a Fun Time America with kids dressing up as their favorite superheroes, running around the toy aisles as their parents were chasing them, and playing video games on the big HD TV's. Their screams of enjoyment drowned out the usual store operations and retail jargon as Team Leads Josh, Lisa, and Chris jumped into the fray to contain the situation.

Chris stayed alert while leaping over two mini-Batmen and a kid with Hulk gloves. Throughout the day, Lisa was highly tempted to go with Plan B with a scenario for screaming Avengers. With the number of parents yodeling how they couldn't control their kids, brownie ice cream was the way to go; now how to lure the children outside she wondered. As for Josh, the store heat struggle was at an all-time realness that drove him into a "if ya can't beat 'em, join 'em" mentality. He moved away from the Duracell battery section, and back towards the costume aisles where he grabbed a Batman mask to join in the fun.

Putting on the cowl for the first time, the costume clad rugrats took one look and stopped what they were doing. Puzzled in this occurrence, Josh noticed all the members of the Justice League in awe of his presence: the Flash, Green Lantern, even Super mini-man got on one knee and knelt before him. Funny considering Josh didn't wear the whole costume.*

Josh: *raspy tone* What is the meaning of this?!

Mini-Flash: Not a day goes by we don't praise the Dark Knight. Even I'm quick to know that.

Mini-Supes: That's too on the nose, speedy!

Mini-Flash: *whispers* Hush up, farm boy, he'll use his bat glare on us.

Mini-Robin: Train me to be a strong crime fighter, Batman. I will not fail you.

*Two kids wearing Falcon and Captain America costumes run past Josh*

Josh: Wha-hey! No running in the store!

Captain Mini-merica: On your left! *both stop as Falcon looks to his left* Haha!

Falcon: Dang it, Rogers! *runs off and chases after him*

Mini-Wonder Girl: *rolls her eyes* Awkward...

Mini-Robin: The Joker is causing trouble over in the Lego toys! Whatd'dya say we kapow him together?

*As tempting as it was for Josh to do damage control while wearing the cowl, the idea was arrested from his to-do list when Kevin came over with the Rainbow guest lady. He recognized her like the back of his hand. As a matter of fact, he could count the number of memorable guests on one hand, but this one truly took the cake. One time, she waltzed into the store on a rainy day, wearing nothing but a dress made out of skittle wrappers and glow sticks in her hair. At the time, Spring Break already passed so it couldn't have been a remnant from the Cancun escapades he thought. Walking closer to him, he kept the cowl on in the hopes she wouldn't recognize him, but having a goatee... his Target trademark sent the Rainbow lady howling to the moon and back.*

Kevin: You remember Josh, right?

Rainbow Lorraine: *gasps* Hell-loooooo kids! All these little superheroes gracing the store. I just so happened to have Skittle packets on me. *takes out a handful from her bag* Who wants some?

Kevin: *kids cheering as they gather around her* That was easy.

Josh: *calls over* Kev!

Kevin: I gotta tell ya, Josh. I'm loving this new store policy of ours!

Josh: Really?

Kevin: *quickly responds* No, so tell me something...

*The work that goes according to plan, and its execution rarely comes to form in the retail life. Marianne rolled back to Electronics as Kevin's way of distracting Josh was coming along nicely. The path leading from the pet aisle straight to the beginning of soft lines was clear, if not exactly clean. Scuff marks painted the floor throughout and between the gaming sections, something for the early morning buffer to contend with. She then took a moment to get her bearings at the southern end of Electronics near the battery section, and looked over her list of tricks she was nervous to try.

Wesley Bordock wasn't screwing around she told herself. The CEO of KaiWay Corp. prided himself on making quality assurance testing top priority. Looking at the top of the checked off roster, she only accomplished the basics: spinning, balance, even moving the board straight with one foot. Suffice it to say, she wasn't planning on breaking her nose or glasses any time soon. And, just when she was ready to practice, an exhausted yet familiar voice emerged from the Fitbit end caps over by the batteries.

Looking to her left, she saw Scott in not-so kindred spirits. His glasses were nowhere to be found with a few costumed ankle biters still roaming behind the scenes. It was official. Target was officially part of the superhero cinematic universe.*

Scott: *on his knees and reaching out with his right hand* Mare...

Marianne: Scott...? *walks over to him* You alright, anything broken?

Scott: I'm never having kids... getting "smashed" in the jewels locked that decision.

Marianne: Ha, one of them punched you? Who was it, the Incredible Hulk?

Scott: Little dude had a mean left hook... *helps him up* And right, argh!

Marianne: This place is becoming way too crazy, bordering on shit storm! These policies need to be dialed down.

Scott: You're telling me. Thank god Lawrence isn't here. I wouldn't hear the end of it.

Marianne: Walk it off, man. You're good. Go sit on some ice in Pharmacy. I'll check on you in a bit.

Scott: ... Thanks. Oh, and what's this I hear about some anti-slap coach?

Marianne: Guess we'll find out in two hours.