It was Halloween day; the first Halloween Joe was celebrating with Katrina. The two were getting ready for Costumed Fight Night at the arena. Joe clicked his pilot goggles over his eyes and wrapped a yellow scarf around his little princess. They were ready to go.
When they arrived, all of the other boxers were already there, in various costumes. "You were waiting all year to do this one, weren'tcha?" Masked Muscle, dressed in a chicken suit, chuckled at the Beaufort duo.
"Mais oui," said Joe, "c'était trop mignon d'ignorer." (Of course, it was too cute not to do.) Katrina grinned and played with her scarf.
"Alright, listen up, you clowns," said Pierce, getting their attention.
"None of us are dressed as clowns, dumbass," said Dingo Bone, adjusting his Bat-Mask.
"It's an expression," said Pierce, "and watch your mouth, there are kids here." He looked at his clipboard. "Okay, so tonight, we've got Joe against Masked Muscle, Von Kaiser against the new guy, and Dingo Bone against Doc Louis."
Joe handed Katrina and his goggles off to Von Kaiser for safekeeping while he had his match. Von Kaiser took Katrina, as well as Dingo Bone, to the lounge to hang out.
"Hey;, that yutz said we were gettin' a new guy, right?" Dingo Bone asked. "Where is he?"
As soon as he asked, the door swung open, and there stood a surprisingly-tall early-twenty something with a deep spray tan, sunglasses, and the most obnoxiously-bright swim trunks any of them had ever seen. "Did someone order the Macho Special?"
They looked at him in disbelief. "Nein," mumbled Von Kaiser.
"Are you the new guy?" Dingo Bone asked.
"You bet, my dude," said the beach bum. "They call me Super Macho Man."
Du nennst dich eher Super Macho Man, thought Von Kaiser. (More like you call yourself Super Macho Man.)
Super Macho Man looked down at Katrina sitting in Von Kaiser's lap. "Cute baby. She yours?"
"Nein," said Von Kaiser, "sie ist das baby von meiner freundin." (No, she is my friend's baby.)
Not long after, Masked Muscle came back with Joe over his shoulder. "I got him good," said Masked Muscle, sitting Joe on the couch. Joe was dizzy, as if he was seeing stars. Von Kaiser awkwardly put Katrina in his lap, which snapped him back into reality.
While the other fights were going on, the remaining boxers watched some Halloween cartoons. Katrina grinned at the funny songs and bright colours. "You think you're gonna take her trick-or-treating next year?" Masked Muscle asked.
"Probablement," said Joe. "Elle va être capable de marcher et parler sans aide." (Probably. She'll be able to walk and talk by herself.)
After every match was finished and the league had shared sweets together, Joe picked up Katrina to go home. As he was getting off the bus, there was a jump and a BOO! Joe shrieked and stumbled. The jumper chuckled. "Did I getcha?"
Katrina giggled when she realized the jumper was just a neighbour. Joe put a hand over his heart and awkwardly chuckled.
When they got inside, Katrina was falling asleep on Joe's shoulder. He cuddled her, brought her upstairs, got her out of her costume, and laid her in her crib for the night. "Joyeux Halloween, ma belle." (Happy Halloween, darling.)
