GASP! Another chapter?! Yes; the holiday seems to have caused an explosion of Halloween-flavored ideas, and so "Trick-or-Treated," though concluded, will be joined by a few little quick one-shots. (Incidentally, why only half the reviews for the last chapter? Was everyone just too busy to notice the update or did it just suck?) This is the story of what Gaz was doing while Dib and Zim were having their own angst-and-anger filled night of horrible doom. Hope you enjoy!

Bonus Chapter: Poop Mondo Diarrhea Bar

"Trick-or-treat!"

Gaz walked by in her adorable pink fairy princess outfit, glaring around at all the stupid little kids being paraded around by their parents from house to house. It was still early, when it was mostly the five-year-olds who were making the rounds, but she had a reason to head out so soon. She wanted to make sure she got what she wanted before it was gone.

And what she wanted was a Poop Mondo Diarrhea Bar.

It was the ultimate in Poop candy. A bit bigger than the average candy bar, chocolate, with bits of chocolate chips mixed in with a thin, creamy fudge that oozedwhen you took a bite, dribbling down your chin, somehow always warm on your tongue...well, just the thought of it was enough to make Gaz's eyes open in ecstatic pleasure, make her tongue ache for the delicious chocolaty taste that no mere mortal, not even she, could resist.

But getting the Diarrhea Bars could be a problem. Not many people stocked them---they were expensive for a candy bar, though completely worth the price. And of course, once it was known which houses were giving them out, everybody would immediately rush them---the neighborhood would be cleared of them if she waited too late.

And so, while Dib was upstairs putting on his stupid Dracula costume, she stormed out of the house to begin her search.

Ding-dong.

"Trick-or-treat," Gaz growled, eyes narrowed, bag held out open before her.

"OH! And aren't you just the cutest little thing!" the woman in the doorway gushed, smiling one of those unnaturally wide smiles that made Gaz's face screw up in furious disgust.

"Just give me the candy," Gaz muttered in her low, threatening tone.

"Okay!" The woman reached into her candy bowl and dropped a big handful into Gaz's bag. "Happy Halloween, sweety!" She shut the door, laughing, and walked back into the house.

Gaz glanced down into her bag. Inside was nothing more than a collection of lollipops. Disgusted, she emptied the bag onto the woman's front stoop and marched off. Ten houses so far, and not one had what she wanted...

"HEY GAZ!"

She sighed. "Oh, great."

An oversized pumpkin was waddling down the street, dragging along a younger boy dressed in a ridiculous bunny outfit, including a horribly adorable black nose with whiskers. They came to a stop in front of her, both grinning insanely.

"Happy Halloween, Gaz! Are you having fun?!"

She didn't answer for a moment. "No," she said, in a completely deadpan tone.

Keef frowned. "Really? Why not?"

"Keef?" The younger boy, clearly not interested in his brother's conversation, pulled on Keef's costume, skipping from one foot to the other. "Can I have just one piece of candy? Pretty-pretty-please?"

"No, Meef. I'm sorry," and he sounded it, "but Mom says not until we're home and we can get you into the containment cell." He turned back to Gaz, suddenly brightening. "Hey, I have an idea! If you're not having fun, why don't you come trick-or-treat with Meef and me instead?!"

"...No."

"Aw, come on! We always have a great time!" He suddenly reached out and grabbed Gaz's hand and started to pull her along after him. Gaz's eyes widened at the audacity of the act. "First we can hit the rest of this street, and then we---"

POUND!

Keef went flying through the air, letting out a cry of pain and surprise---Meef let out a squeal and let go of his brother's hand, falling off to the side, while Keef crashed into a tree and crumbled, his candy bag spilling out onto the ground. Gaz cracked her knuckles and turned to go.

But then something sailing in the wind caught her eye.

She spun around as the slight object, which had fallen out of Keef's bag, settled soft to the ground. Gaz snatched it up and stared. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened slightly.

"A Poop Mondo Diarrhea Bar wrapper," she whispered.

Keef let out a moan. Gaz ignored his pain but spun around to face him, holding up the empty wrapper. "Where did you get this?"

"Huh?" He looked up, blinking blearily. "Uh---Zita's house. You know, the O'Neals'? They live down on Maple---"

Without another word Gaz dropped the wrapper and hurried down the street. The wrapper blew on another gust of wind back over to Keef. He picked it up and frowned.

"But...wait. I only hate half of this. I was saving the other half for---MEEF, STOP!"

Meef froze, the second half of the Diarrhea Bar halfway to his mouth. He quickly shoved it back into his bunny suit, smiling at his brother in a very guilty sort of way.

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Gaz rushed across the streets, ignoring every house, until finally her destination came into view. She sped up, pounding across the road, fairy wings fluttering behind her---she reached the walkway up to the front door---

---when suddenly somebody pushed her from behind, knocking her to the ground.

She fell onto the grass, the scent of dirt filling her nose and mouth, and her face twisted into a horrible girn as she looked up at the group of children passing, one of whom had dared to push her so roughly to the earth. She brushed dirt off of her dress and watched as they called "Trick-or-treat!," and as the house's owner dropped candy into each of their bags. Then the group hurried off, talking excitedly. Gaz's grimaced even more and ran up, grabbing the front door just as the woman standing there was about to close it.

"What the---"

"Trick-or-treat," Gaz grumbled, holding out her empty bag.

The woman opened the door again and looked down at Gaz with a slightly haughty stare. She knew her costume was probably dirty and disheveled, but she hardly cared---this woman would not dare to deny her, not if she didn't want something horrible to befall her constantly for the rest of her mortal days!

"I'm sorry," the woman said. "We're all out of candy."

Gaz stared. "All...out?" Her eye twitched in a horrible sort of way.

"Yes. I gave out our last candy bar to---well, that boy over there."

She pointed back out at the kids who had come before her, indicated the one who had pushed Gaz. She stared in disbelief---a look that quickly turned to rage. Push her down, and then take the Poop Mondo Diarrhea Bar that was rightfully hers?! She didn't think so!

Without another word to the woman, Gaz turned and ran down the street, adorable little pink ballerina slippers pounding on the asphalt. In mere moments she was behind the group. The boy Zita's mother had indicated was straggling near the back---he was a short, stocky boy with wild hair beneath a red cap, dressed in red overalls, a blue shirt and carrying a lead pipe in one hand. He was talking to a similarly overweight but slightly taller boy wearing a dark cloak, who was screeching insanely.

"Eugh! But what if---"

"Oh, you worry too much, Jack!" the shorter boy was saying. He reached up, the hand with the pipe also clutching something dark and rectangular. "I don't care what your Uncle Bill says, I'm not going to pass up this kind of candy just because of some stupid candy fairies or whatever---"

"Hey, you!"

Both boys stopped and spun around, the taller one with a shriek of fear. Gaz's gaze settled on the former. She pointed dramatically.

"You took my Poop Mondo Diarrhea Bar." Her face twisted horribly. "Give it to me."

"What?!" the boy scoffed, brandishing the candy bar and staring at her in disbelief. "There's no way I'm going to give this candy bar to you, why should I, when---"

He froze in midsentence. A cloud had just moved slightly through the sky, allowing a thin beam of moonlight to fall over Gaz's face. His eyes went wide. He took a shaky step back.

"Y-you..."

He gaped at her in horror for a moment. Then Iggins let out a scream, threw up his pipe, bag and Poop Mondo Bar, spun around and ran. Jack turned and ran after him. "Sugar fairies! EUGH!"

They vanished after their group into the night. Gaz paused, then bent down and picked up the rectangular item Iggins had been holding from the ground. She eyed it hungrily, mouth watering.

Finally, it was hers.

She ripped the Poop Mondo Diarrhea Bar open, then took a slow, luxurious bite. Oh. The chocolaty goo oozed out onto her tongue, chocolate chips crunching under her teeth...she allowed the taste to settle there for a moment, the endorphins exploding in her brain, then turned with her prize and began to walk down the street towards home.

"Totally worth it," she sighed, taking another delicious bite.

A shiny new cookie to anyone who can figure out what Iggins was dressed up as. Or recognizes who his companion was (an OC from my story "Dib in the PITS" and "The Screwball Letter"). Also, I went back and edited the last chapter slightly, so that insane-underpants-Meef now still has his little rabbit nose and whiskers. ;-D

I think I'll post one more post-Halloween little something that occurred to me, rather than let it hold over until next year...probably today or tomorrow. Until then, Happy Start of the Thanksgiving Season and goodbye!