A/N happy Halloween everyone! Here is my treat to you...early. Mixture of refurbished Pirate's Cove, and Halloween Fun for Brooke! Sorry for the delay. I can't seem to ever spell 'sword' correctly.

Fun Fact- My friends nicknamed me Laughing Jack after imitating him …perfectly…

hehehehahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *ahem* Anywho, without further adieu, I present the next chapter!

Alex and Foxy were having a sword fight with foam swords, with kids in awe at the lightning fast reflexes of the two pirates. Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy were all tied to the mast of 'Captain' Alex's ship. Foxy was fighting for them, a pumpkin decorating his pirate hat instead of a skull and crossbones. With a flick of his wrist, Foxy disarmed Alex, had him walk the plank, and freed the 'prisoners'. "Har har! Nobody can best ol' Foxy!" Foxy said, the he thrust his sword in the air in triumph, as Alex 'swam' back to shore.

The kids cheered, as Alex and Foxy bowed, Foxy nearly falling off the deck. The only thing stopping him was Alex, who grabbed him by the shoulders. A group of teenagers, who were forced to bring their siblings here before trick-or-treating were insulting the robots with comments such as 'lame' or 'horrible fighters' Alex heard this, and turned towards the teenagers.

"Be we havin' some sour sports here?" Alex said, as he made his way to them. He towered over the group, easily eroding their cockiness.

"I-it can walk and speak." A one muttered.

"Yar. I can also hear, think, and do everythin' better than ye can, ye landlubbers!" Alex replied. The animatronics although worried, were intrigued.

"Well we can sword fight better than you can. You hardly put up a fight with that poor excuse for a pirate." The tallest one said, his peers backing up. Alex grinned a diabolical grin, one shared by Foxy.

"Be. That. So." He said. As if on cue, Foxy tossed Alex two foam swords. "Prove it." All the kids around the duo were staring on in content, a few of the teenagers eager to see the spectacle of a halloween fight between a robot and their peer. Freddy was unsure, Chica was frightened, Foxy was grinning ear to ear, and Bonnie? Indifferent.

"Oh, it's so." The teen replied, swinging his sword at Alex, who leaned back and began swinging the blade in a circular motion, while his torso and up were spinning. The defenseless teen had his sword knocked right out of his grip, and Alex stopped. Then he pointed his sword at the teen, as well as catch the other, and had the teen on his knees. A feminine voice rang out from down the hall.

"Alex? I think he's had enough for one day. Besides, it looks like you're having too much fun." Alex sighed and tossed the swords to Foxy, and turned to face Brooke, who was standing there with a witch cap on and had her hands on her hips, a smile plastered across her face.

"Fine, Brooke. But he deserved it too! He be mockin' me an' the rest o' the crew! He did!" Alex retorted. The teen whom he had bested in a short, short fight ran behind Brooke, because of the obvious fact that Alex would not hit a woman. "Hey Brooke! It seems ye have a worshiper behind ye!" Alex pointed to the cowering teen.

"Yes, yes. Alex, I need you to do me a favor. Since I'll be here helping some of the smaller kids who don't go trick-or-treating, I'll need you to hand out the candy at the entrance of the Pizzeria." She said, pointing to a humongous bowl of candy she had filled in the security office.

"So thats why ye brought all o' those bags!" Alex said, going past Brooke to grab the bowl, being careful not to stab it with his hook. On his way back, the teen decided it a smart idea to try and trip the robot. As a result, he got a stubbed toe, and an angry security guard glaring at him.

"Okay, okay, I'm gone, I'm gone!" The teen said, running out of the restaurant. Alex set the bowl down next to the front door, pulled a chair over, and then draped a tablecloth over it, so nobody would be tempted to steal from the bowl. As he got back, a multitude of parents were nodding, or thanking him for ridding them of the annoying teenage group-leader. As soon as he hopped back in Pirate's Cove, the spotlight hit him, and Freddy grabbed his microphone from where he was back up on stage.

"A round of applause for Alex, for taking care of a nuisance!" Freddy said, earning a multitude of laughs from parents all around.

"Now now Freddy, you know what he was doin' he was insultin' me. So naturally, I took care o' the nuisance. O' course that don't mean I'd do it to the little kiddos." Alex chuckled, the parents getting what he said.

"Now if you'll direct your attention back up front, the temporary manager has something to tell you all." Freddy said, handing Brooke his microphone. Brooke waved, the brought the microphone clsoer to her face and began to speak.

"Well first off, happy Halloween, everyone!" She put on a smile, the kids cheering. "Now I know it seems odd, but we'll be having an animatronic handing out candy this year, due to lack of staff. Since you were all here, you should know that it is, in fact, Alex. The kids sitting closer to Pirate's Cove cheered louder than the rest, happy for Alex. Alex's green robotic eyes scanned the crowd as gradually, their attention diverted back to Brooke. Now this is the first time the restaurant has ever given out candy, so we'll need a few parents to tell Alex how good his service is, which he'll tell the manager when he gets back from vacation. On a side note, Alex will give all the kids on their way out, one piece of candy. Isn't that right, Alex?" Everyone once again turned to Alex.

"Well now only the good ones! We don' want no meanies to go about bein' rewarded fer it, do we?" He asked, a few parents staring back at Brooke, one with desperate, pleading eyes.

"Okay, fine. Only the good ones." She said. The parent with pleading eyes mouthed thank you, then turned to his crabby child. As soon as Brooke walked off the stage, the clock struck 4 p.m., and Alex made his way to the door as the band started up, only with a joyous halloween song.

"This'll be a loooong night." Alex said, sitting in the undersized chair, the tablecloth behind the large bowl. "A long one fer sure."