[George is sitting at her desk at Happy Time, moodily playing with a stress ball. She hears a voice coming towards her. Delores is running from cubicle to cubicle, talking to each employee.]
GEORGE (VO): Just when you thought it was safe to sit at a cubicle.
[Delores walks over to George and knocks on her cubicle wall.]
DELORES: Knock, knock! How's my busy little bee doing?
GEORGE: (with a forced smile) Fine, Delores. How are you?
DELORES: (smiles) Just wonderful. Listen, Millie, this is your first Halloween with us, so you aren't aware of our little "Halloween Shindig".
GEORGE : Halloween Shindig?
DELORES: Not an actualy "shindig" exactly. It's just a little party that we throw every Halloween. All you have to do is just come to work in a costume, and if you could, bring a bottle of soda? (Delores' eyes dart around to make sure nobody's listening.) I would ask you to bring something a bit stronger, but, since you are a recovering (hushed voice) alcoholic, (voice returns to normal tone) it just wouldn't be right.
GEORGE: Thanks, Delores, that's...sweet of you.
DELORES: (modestly) Don't mention it. So, don't forget, Millie. Tomorrow, come to work in a costume and ready to have some good ol' Halloween fun!
[George watches Delores bounce away happily. She sighs and goes back to playing with her stress ball.]
GEORGE (VO): Happy fuckin' Halloween.
[It is now late afternoon. George is walking through a crowd of people gathered on the streets to watch a street musician playing his trombone.]
GEORGE (VO): Most people were heading home to kiss their wives and pet their dogs, and here I was. Fighting my way through people, trying to find one single person.
[George glances at the post-it. We see the name R.H. Johns written on it. We then see that the E.T.D. is two minutes from the time George sees on her watch. She continues searching the crowd for a way to determine her appointment. She then notices a graveling out of the corner of her eye, skittering around the area.]
GEORGE (VO): Desperate times call for desperate measures.
GEORGE: (shouts) R.H. Johns? Is there a R.H. Johns anywhere around here? Hello?
GEORGE (VO): Hey, subtlety isn't one of my strong points.
[A young man in the front of the crowd raises his hand. George makes her way to him.]
MAN: Do you mean Robbie Johns?
GEORGE: (stares at him for a moment, pretending to be concentrating) Uh, no... I was looking for... uh... Ralph Johns. Sorry about that.
[She walks past him, clapping him on the shoulder, popping his soul as she does so.]
ROBBIE: No problem, babe.
[George rolls her eyes at being called "babe". A graveling comes running from behind the trombone player. It then grabs a hold of the trombone. The trombone player is seized with a coughing fit. He bends over, still coughing, and his trombone slide hits a rather large woman that was standing in front of Robbie. The woman is knocked backwards, onto poor Robbie. As they hit the ground together, a loud crunch is heard as all of the woman's weight has slammed Robbie into the concrete.]
GEORGE (VO): That was...different.
[Lass home. Out front. The home is decorated brightly for Halloween. Flash! The decorations are gone. In the hall, large bowls of candy sit on the table. Flash! The table is empty. In the dining room, the Lass clan, all four of them are in costume (George and Reggie in their previous get-ups. Clancy is dressed as Elvis, and Joy as a bean stock). Flash! Quiet as hell, Clancy, Joy, and Reggie sit at the table, eating dinner.]
CLANCY: I'll be working late at the library tomorrow night.
JOY: Alright.
[They're like robots. Reggie handles her fork with a bit of instability as she listens to her parents.]
CLANCY: Did you iron my shirts?
JOY: They're in your closet.
CLANCY: Good.
[Enough. Fork hits plate.]
REGGIE: Stop it!
[Clancy and Joy look at their daughter.]
CLANCY: Reggie?
[She looks at them both, then to her father.]
REGGIE: I want us to go trick or treating. All of us.
JOY: We talked about this...
REGGIE: No we didn't. You just ignored it and hoped I wouldn't notice.
CLANCY: Sweetheart, we're ... sorry. It's just...
REGGIE: I want to go.
[A silent exchange between Clancy and Joy and finally...]
JOY: Alright.
[Reggie smiles.]
JOY: We can talk costumes later.
[Reggie nods and returns to her meal. She looks happy, almost relieved.]
[George and Daisy are sitting at the table, eating dinner. Daisy is looking at George, a smile plastered on her face. George slams her fork down.]
GEORGE: (in an irritated tone) God, what do you want, Daisy?
DAISY: Georgia, today it came to my attention that we've never had a social function in this house. Think about it. We got all this space, and it's only you and I.
[George raises her eyebrows.]
GEORGE: Your point being...?
DAISY: Well, I took it upon myself to plan a Halloween party for us tomorrow. Nothing big and fancy, unfortunately, just you, Mason, Roxy, Rube, myself, and a few other acquaintances. (George opens her mouth to protest.) Now, there will be no arguing with me on this, Georgia. You just be here at 9pm tomorrow night, dressed appropriately. None of this "jeans and a shirt" stuff. I want you in a costume, is that clear?
[Daisy stands up, and begins to gather up the dishes, leaving no room for arguement. George leans back in her chair, thinking.]
GEORGE (VO): She wants appropriate? I can give her appropriate...
GEORGE (VO): Just when you thought it was safe to sit at a cubicle.
[Delores walks over to George and knocks on her cubicle wall.]
DELORES: Knock, knock! How's my busy little bee doing?
GEORGE: (with a forced smile) Fine, Delores. How are you?
DELORES: (smiles) Just wonderful. Listen, Millie, this is your first Halloween with us, so you aren't aware of our little "Halloween Shindig".
GEORGE : Halloween Shindig?
DELORES: Not an actualy "shindig" exactly. It's just a little party that we throw every Halloween. All you have to do is just come to work in a costume, and if you could, bring a bottle of soda? (Delores' eyes dart around to make sure nobody's listening.) I would ask you to bring something a bit stronger, but, since you are a recovering (hushed voice) alcoholic, (voice returns to normal tone) it just wouldn't be right.
GEORGE: Thanks, Delores, that's...sweet of you.
DELORES: (modestly) Don't mention it. So, don't forget, Millie. Tomorrow, come to work in a costume and ready to have some good ol' Halloween fun!
[George watches Delores bounce away happily. She sighs and goes back to playing with her stress ball.]
GEORGE (VO): Happy fuckin' Halloween.
[It is now late afternoon. George is walking through a crowd of people gathered on the streets to watch a street musician playing his trombone.]
GEORGE (VO): Most people were heading home to kiss their wives and pet their dogs, and here I was. Fighting my way through people, trying to find one single person.
[George glances at the post-it. We see the name R.H. Johns written on it. We then see that the E.T.D. is two minutes from the time George sees on her watch. She continues searching the crowd for a way to determine her appointment. She then notices a graveling out of the corner of her eye, skittering around the area.]
GEORGE (VO): Desperate times call for desperate measures.
GEORGE: (shouts) R.H. Johns? Is there a R.H. Johns anywhere around here? Hello?
GEORGE (VO): Hey, subtlety isn't one of my strong points.
[A young man in the front of the crowd raises his hand. George makes her way to him.]
MAN: Do you mean Robbie Johns?
GEORGE: (stares at him for a moment, pretending to be concentrating) Uh, no... I was looking for... uh... Ralph Johns. Sorry about that.
[She walks past him, clapping him on the shoulder, popping his soul as she does so.]
ROBBIE: No problem, babe.
[George rolls her eyes at being called "babe". A graveling comes running from behind the trombone player. It then grabs a hold of the trombone. The trombone player is seized with a coughing fit. He bends over, still coughing, and his trombone slide hits a rather large woman that was standing in front of Robbie. The woman is knocked backwards, onto poor Robbie. As they hit the ground together, a loud crunch is heard as all of the woman's weight has slammed Robbie into the concrete.]
GEORGE (VO): That was...different.
[Lass home. Out front. The home is decorated brightly for Halloween. Flash! The decorations are gone. In the hall, large bowls of candy sit on the table. Flash! The table is empty. In the dining room, the Lass clan, all four of them are in costume (George and Reggie in their previous get-ups. Clancy is dressed as Elvis, and Joy as a bean stock). Flash! Quiet as hell, Clancy, Joy, and Reggie sit at the table, eating dinner.]
CLANCY: I'll be working late at the library tomorrow night.
JOY: Alright.
[They're like robots. Reggie handles her fork with a bit of instability as she listens to her parents.]
CLANCY: Did you iron my shirts?
JOY: They're in your closet.
CLANCY: Good.
[Enough. Fork hits plate.]
REGGIE: Stop it!
[Clancy and Joy look at their daughter.]
CLANCY: Reggie?
[She looks at them both, then to her father.]
REGGIE: I want us to go trick or treating. All of us.
JOY: We talked about this...
REGGIE: No we didn't. You just ignored it and hoped I wouldn't notice.
CLANCY: Sweetheart, we're ... sorry. It's just...
REGGIE: I want to go.
[A silent exchange between Clancy and Joy and finally...]
JOY: Alright.
[Reggie smiles.]
JOY: We can talk costumes later.
[Reggie nods and returns to her meal. She looks happy, almost relieved.]
[George and Daisy are sitting at the table, eating dinner. Daisy is looking at George, a smile plastered on her face. George slams her fork down.]
GEORGE: (in an irritated tone) God, what do you want, Daisy?
DAISY: Georgia, today it came to my attention that we've never had a social function in this house. Think about it. We got all this space, and it's only you and I.
[George raises her eyebrows.]
GEORGE: Your point being...?
DAISY: Well, I took it upon myself to plan a Halloween party for us tomorrow. Nothing big and fancy, unfortunately, just you, Mason, Roxy, Rube, myself, and a few other acquaintances. (George opens her mouth to protest.) Now, there will be no arguing with me on this, Georgia. You just be here at 9pm tomorrow night, dressed appropriately. None of this "jeans and a shirt" stuff. I want you in a costume, is that clear?
[Daisy stands up, and begins to gather up the dishes, leaving no room for arguement. George leans back in her chair, thinking.]
GEORGE (VO): She wants appropriate? I can give her appropriate...