A/N: Earlier this morning I had a flashback to one of my old cassette tapes that was Lamb Chop's Halloween. We all remember Lamb Chop, right? Well, the story being told in this chapter is all that filled one side. For the record: my name is Aspen, not Alexa, not Claire, and not Molly. I do not live in Las Vegas, San Diego, New York, California, Alaska, Maine, or any other American place. I'm Canadian. Nothing more, nothing less. I just thought I'd get that straight so I stop getting crazy pm's that say nothing about my fics but ask me all of these ridiculous questions about my name and where I live. The aforementioned names and places have all been sent to me... This chapter is dedicated to the late Sherry Lewis (the lady from LC).

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Nor do I own Lamb Chop.

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night

It was a week before Halloween. Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and Alice were sitting around a very small campfire out behind the big white that they called home. The sky was dark and cloudy, while sounds of thunder and bright flashes of lightning could be see off in the distance.

"Hey, Alice," Emmett began as he looked at his smallest sibling in anticipation. "Tell us a story."

"A scary story?" She asked, smirking slightly.

"Yeah!" Everyone chorused childishly.

"Alright." Alice said, leaning forward. "It was a dark and stormy night. Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and Alice were sitting around a very small campfire."

"Oh, I'm liking this already." Emmett grinned.

"Emmett, just shut up and let Alice tell her story." Rosalie scolded before turning her eyes back to Alice, telling her to go on.

"Alright, where was I? Oh yeah! So anyways, we were all sitting around a very small campfire. Suddenly, Emmett said, 'Alice, tell us a story'. So this is the story that Alice told." She cleared her throat a little before continuing. "It was a dark and stormy night. Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and Alice were sitting around a very small campfire. Suddenly, Emmett said, 'Alice, tell us a story'. So this is the story that Alice told."

"Hold it!" Edward said before she could continue again. "You already said that."

"So?"

"So, you repeated the first segment of the story. Get into the plot already!"

"Fine! One plot coming up…" Alice grumbled. "It was a dark and stormy night. Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and Alice were sitting around a very small cam-"

"Alice, " Jasper waged when she began repeating the same stanza yet again. "Edward's right. You already said this."

"But that's part of my story!"

"Alright, better question." Rosalie cut in. "Is it the only part of your story?"

"No!" Alice exclaimed. "I'd actually be able to get this story going if you would all quit interrupting me!"

There was a collective grumble before the quieted down at looked at their anxious sister.

"Now," Alice began for what would be the final time, and she knew it. She had foreseen that this would happen, but she couldn't help annoying them… "It was a dark and stormy n-"

"That's it! I'm out of here!" Edward declared as he jumped off and ran towards the house.

"Me too." Rosalie said, following his lead.

"Hey guys, wait up!" Emmett called as he took off behind them.

"Don't leave me behind!" Jasper called before looking guiltily back at Alice over his shoulder. "Sorry Alice…"

"Fine be that way!" Alice cried at their retreating backs. "You'll never get to hear how my story ends now!"

Abruptly, a chorus of voices from the house reached her ears almost instantaneously: "We already know it three times over!"