A/N: Spawned from Recall Vote and the (paraphrased) line "Andy and I always used to dress up as demons and egg Larry's house."

Leaving it as the fluffy Halloween treat it's supposed to be since I doubt I'll even be near my PC tomorrow. Have fun guys, and happy Halloween!

"So, I haven't asked yet – but how's Andy?" Leslie asked April suddenly when she walked out of her office and past April's desk.

"Ugh," she groaned in response.

Throughout the day, April aggressively hung up on people instead of just never answering the calls and only gave Larry a cold stare when he asked how Andy was. That was the problem – Andy. All he did when she got home was lay on the couch, snoring, or in bed – still, snoring – and no matter what she did he was out for the whole night. Occasionally she'd be woken up by him at around two in the morning and he'd still be kicking around when she actually got up.

It was annoying.

"I thought you missed him?" Leslie inquired a little quieter than before.

"I did, and I do," she explained, waving a pen with her right hand. "He sleeps all the time and I haven't figured out a way to get him to stay up all day."

"Well, you could…" Leslie grinned a little, and April turned her nose up to the suggestive nodding that followed. "Y'know."

"You don't think I tried that?" she groaned.

That was her first idea, after all, and it had gone disastrously. It went so poorly that at one point April had actually gotten on top of him and his response was a loud, drawn-out snore. Pretty swift mood-killer, as it turned out, and it only made her incensed – and a little defeated, if she had to be truthful – that he could conk out like that.

"Maybe too much information," Leslie held her hand up while April gave a suggestive twirl of her wrist to illustrate her point. "Sorry I asked."

"Whatever," April shrugged her off, refusing to say anything else on the matter.

Instead she stared at her work and tried to focus on it. That only lasted a fraction of a second before she realized how stupid that was, given that Leslie was in full motion to make her last thirty days as councilwoman as effective as possible. April thought that, if they wanted to, the entire Parks department could likely leave for a month and there would be zero change in how the place was run. Leslie Knope was a force in her own right, but motivated like this she could carry the weight of an entire government on her back if she wanted – so April just wallowed in her own anger at Andy for having the gall to get jet-lagged.

On the drive home, and once she got there, April gave up on the idea of trying to get Andy into some sort of normal sleep schedule that night. Now she was just caught in a struggle between being incredibly mad at him and being disappointed in herself that it was this hard to keep him focused for a few extra hours at night. Inside, he was drooling on one of the couch cushions with his head buried in the armrest. Fighting an urge to smack him until he awoke for a few minutes, bleary-eyed and confused before drifting back off to sleep, April sat in front of his sprawled out legs. Turning the TV on, she held down on the little volume button of the remote until she could barely hear herself think over the drawl of Perd Hapley.

Looking over to him, hoping for a reaction, all she got was a snort and Andy shifting his head a little in response. Turning the TV back off she stood up, making a disgruntled rumbling noise all the way, and walked back to the bedroom to lie down and read something to hope that it would take her mind off things.

"Babe," she thought she heard Andy saying. "Babe, wake up…"

She figured that it was some kind of weird dream, maybe a little too lucid for her liking but that depended on where the dream ended up, so she just ignored the words.

"Hey, I got a surprise for you," she heard him whisper to her, suddenly really close.

She could almost feel his breath on her neck, which was starting to make her wonder how creepy this dream was going to get. April rolled over in bed, moving the covers over her shoulder a bit more until she felt someone prodding her. Then it turned to shaking and she rolled back to face the assailant. In the dark she could make out that it was Andy, but she could also make out a faint outline of something stick out of his head.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she yawned, looking at her phone to see the 3:23AM and shudder.

"Come on, get up," he started pushing her out of bed and she resisted, too comfortable with all of the warmth around her and the position she'd been lying in just before. "All right, I see how it's gonna be."

April felt his weight shift off of the bed and after the soft clunk of a light switch being clicked into position, the room was way too bright all of a sudden. Sitting up in bed, she threw her hand over her eyes and squinted to focus on Andy so she could figure out where exactly she was going to hit him.

"Really, man?" she complained, still squinting until she caught sight of Andy and she shook her head. "What are you wearing?"

The something sticking off of his head was a little plastic headband with two small triangles jutting from the top. April couldn't tell if it was just poorly made or he had constructed it himself, since the little paper triangles looked like they were attached by masking tape. It was colored red and he was also wearing his favorite red sweatshirt and a pair of gym shorts – of course, also red. Ridiculous didn't begin to describe the get-up he had going, especially with the all-too excited look in his eyes.

"Get up, it's a surprise," he emphasized, and she wondered when he could surprise her by being up at eight in the afternoon.

Grumbling, she stood up and let him lead her by the hand outside of the bedroom. She had to suppress a smile when, in the hallway leading out, she saw a glowing red light as the only illumination there and a hanging plastic skeleton decoration. When they actually reached the living room, Champion was fast asleep in his bed with a small cap on his back and the room was indeed only covered in dark, sanguine light. The plastic skeleton was joined by a small wisp of what was supposed to be spider webs, likely old decorations they never used, draped over the couch.

"Oh cool, your surprise was to throw garbage around the house," she couldn't even attempt to hide her growing grin. "Thanks, hon, this is the best surprise ever."

"I figured since I wasn't here for real Halloween," he turned around and his lips shifted into a sly smile, "we could have our own and…"

"And it's the eighth," she laughed, "of December."

"Yeah, there wasn't that much stuff for me to get around for this," he looked around and scratched his chin, stopping on the plastic hanging and the mess of fibrous webs.

"Well, it's awesome," she let out, moving closer to him and hooking her arms around his waist.

"Wait," he raised his hand, finger pointing upward like he had an amazing revelation, "there's more."

April shook her head and had to bite the inside of her cheek not to laugh at him rummaging through a small brown bag for something. He stopped and made an excited noise sitting between a grunt and a chuckle. He jumped back up, holding an eerily similar headband to his own. In the other hand was a small orange shirt, proudly emblazoned with the Hooters logo, and the same pair of shorts he was wearing.

"Wow, I've always wanted one of these," she exclaimed sarcastically, holding the orange shirt in her hands and smiling. "You give the best presents, honey."

"It's not a present," he explained, taking the shirt back and putting the headband on the parting of her hair, stepping back a little. "It's a costume."

"Am I going as a white trash marathon runner?" she took the shorts and shirt, not breaking her inquisitive glare.

"Well… no, remember how we always used to egg Jerry's house?" he asked and April could see where this was going, and she had to look away or her actual happiness might show too blatantly. "I couldn't really get scary demon outfits, or really any costumes at all, so I had to, uh, criticize-"

"Improvise," she corrected.

"That," he pointed to her and laughed, "is why I married you. Babe, you're so smart."

She slipped into the shorts and shirt while he talked, and for a second she wondered if she should even bother with the "costume" he'd prepared. Then, when she looked in the mirror and saw his face at her ridiculous appearance she thought that things could have gone worse. Taking advantage of his likely fleeting awareness, she pressed herself into him – weird rustling of the fabrics of their shorts and all – and brought him down to her lips with more force than was probably necessary. Sadly, before she could really get a feel for how far this would go, he had broken off and told her they still had to go egg Jerry's house for it to be a real belated Halloween. The trouble was that his eyes were still locked on hers as she focused on how swollen his were from just that brief encounter.

Without another word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. Thankfully April was able to convince him to at least let her put on shoes and a jacket – a weird maroon thing that she didn't even know was hers, just to keep up the bizarre shade matching that was happening there – before they left. Creeping up on the house this early in the morning wasn't that hard of a feat, and the eggs in Andy's car were less than fresh, so all in all it was a fairly easy job.

It wasn't quite as satisfying, though, as when they returned to Andy's car and her first instinct – to stop him from starting the car by hooking her leg over his and straddling him, face-to-face – was met with a loud rumbling grunt and the disposal of that stupid Hooters shirt.