A/N: But soft! What light through yonder window breaks! It is the east! And oh dagnabit… stop stalking me keebler elves! Can't you see that they created the rice krispie crew? GAH! Too much on my mind! So lets throw it into story form! Yee haw!)

'thoughts'

(me... or you can call it NOOOOO when it comes up like the others have)

anddddddddd... dots mean I have lack of endings!

Chapter 4, The One and Only

As a child, it may come to instinct that you don't poke your fork into a electrical outlet. Unless you're Vash, whom does the exact opposite… except that the fork is toast and the outlet is… oh god.

So what happened next? Well as I recall, three new guests arrived. Wait… never mind I don't know how to use the redial button. And rye.

A big man with a green Mohawk, long earlobes, a boomerang-blade weapon and tight clothing compiled of red and black was the first of the three quests to enter the house. Or rather the new hole in the doorway due to his ompa-lompa-gone-wrong appearance.

The second of guests… brought a nice cream puff pudding. Pudding skin. Oh yes. Uh, right, his appearance. Well from my god-like perspective on things, I could see that he had a long, brown, cape-like-coat with red on the inside. He was also carrying a long, thin, cross-like-gun. Bajeebers it's like describing a mixed breed here… well, I mean he is a bald human… potato… thing. RUN KURONEKO RUN!

Guest number three was… quite interesting. He wore a purple suit with a yellow shirt on the inside. He was, yes WAS, a slightly bald fellow with black hair. He giggled madly at the slightest mention of porn. Or was that corn? I always get the two mixed up.

So why did all these guests arrive at the same time? Well, either they stole my car keys or they stole my car keys and my trix cereal.

"Hey Vash!" Wolfwood called out, apparently drunk… off of… sniffing beer bottles.

"Yeah?" spoke Vash.

"Aloha!" spoke the ompa lompa.

"Huh?" spoke the bald potato.

"Yup?" spoke the corn freak.

"AAAAH! VASH THE STAMPEDE!" cried out the poor confused BDN. And then he ran back down to his hole in the ceiling.

Wolfwood looked around. Alas! Could he be… drunk! Was Vash the Stampede REALLY at the party! GASP! No!

Wait! And he remembered something else… wasn't there but one Vash?

There was only one conclusion…

It was Halloween!

So off little Nick went, trick or treating at all the doors of the house.

"Hey! That's my name!" Whined Vash

"What are you talking about? Everyone knows that I bought it off Ebay! It cost me 30 WHOLE double cents!" Oh yes, Mr. Ompa lompa brought up a good point. I once tried buying it for three and a half pennies, but alas… defeated by 30 double cents.

"Oh remarkable! But I wrote that name on my math test last week and got shot! That MUST make me Vash!" spoke the yellow haired bald guy.

And the purple suited guy- argh dammit he keeps rubbing my corn!

"Neh heh heh! Fools are all of you! For I am Stampede the Vash! Nwa ha ha ha!" spoke the corn thief.

Of course, everybody's favorite Insurance Girls would clear things up for us!

"Cream puff pudding! I ordered vanilla!" Millie said, rage from the edible puff substance.

And as for Meryl, she found the simple solution. (After a series of blueprints, that is) "Why, look! I do believe that's a mysterious crack in the floor."

"Oh goodie! Santa came with the ransom!" Vash said, running over, and cramming his finger into spaces in the floor that resembled cracks. The real Vash, ya hear, Gramps!

"Pah! Posers." Wolfwood said, in one of Vash's suits, still drunk as he collapsed out of the doorway of the closet. Knives was not a very happy evil butterfly after being violated of his personal closet space.

The lights went out and the doorbell rang. Something dark was coming… and it wasn't burnt toast.

A/N: I blame short attention spans. And pumpkins. Oh yes, and please review if you have the time… or if you own mushrooms. You know, rooms full of mush? Mmm hm.)