I’ve got an interview to the local Twik Krip gas station today. Last night I just about had a nervous breakdown thinking about going into my current job today. Enough is enough, so I’m hoping I get hired to this place. They pay more anyways. Wish me luck, guys. -Abby
Dipper Pines: Dude, really? You’re a little old for this, man. Sorry.
The Trickster: But wait, I…
Mabel Pines: Why’d you close the door?
Dipper: I told you, Mabel, I’m just not feeling it tonight.
Mabel: I think a little trick-or-treating will make you feel better.
Dipper: I’m not trick-or-treating! Look man, just go to another house!
Mabel: Dipper! Where’s your Summerween hospitality?
Dipper: I’m not getting that.
Mabel: Well I am! I apologize for my brother. He came down with a case of the grumpy-grumps.
Trickster: SILENCE! You have insulted me! For this you must pay with your lives!
Mabel: Aww, what a cute little mask! You’re a funny guy, aren’t you?
Trickster: Funny, am I?!
Gourney: Twik-or-tweet! My name is Gourney. AH! Remember meeee!
The Trickster: There’s only one way for you to avoid his fate: I need a treat. If you can collect five hundred pieces of candy and bring it to me before the last jack-o-melon goes out, I will let you live.
Dipper: Five hundred treats in one night? That’s impossible!
The Trickster: The choice is yours, children. You must trick-or-treat…or DIE!