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It wasn’t long ago,
You could probably still remember
In a town that was celebrating
Two months before December
Everyone was happy and festive and fine
But a group’s fates were about to intertwine
On the date of ghoulies
And ghosties and fright
The time when witches
Flew in the night
Where children laugh and giggle as they go from house to house
Getting bags filled with candy too big for a mouse
The costumes for this group
Each one was selected
But little did they know
They were in for the unexpected
For the enchantment of the night with its fun and guises
Was about to give them some unusual surprises…
~~~
That time of the year had come once again. The night had finally arrived where kids could get as much candy as they wanted by just visiting houses. It was the night that anyone could dress up and be just about any persona that they could be. This, my friends, was Halloween night.
In his room, a young frog was busy preparing to go trick-or-treating with his uncle and friends. His costume was special to him because it represented one of his favorite stories that he had a role in. The costume that he wore consisted of a gray tunic, dark gray tights (which were tailor-made to fit his small, spindly legs), a black belt, tiny boots to fit his flippers, and a red cape. On his bed lay a plastic shield and a little wooden sword.
The amphibian smiled as he started to sing softly. "They call me Sir Robin the Brave… and history someday will rave… I’m valiant and daring and noble of bearing… courageous and gallant… a mountain of talent…"
A loud knock interrupted the song and he turned his head to the doorway. "Who is it?" he questioned, slightly startled.
"It’s us, Bean and Sweetums!" a cute, boyish voiced responded back from the other side of the wooden door.
"Can we come in, little buddy?" a gruffer, but friendly, voice asked.
Robin’s smile grew wide as he answered, "Sure, guys, come on in!"
The door opened and two figures entered the little frog’s room. One was a cream-furred rabbit who was only a tad bit larger and taller than Robin was. He wore a pink shirt with the collar folded out, as well as some blue jeans that were rolled up just above his bare feet. Over his shoulder rested a stick with a red and white bag tied to the end.
The other was a shaggy brown monster that towered above both the rabbit and the frog. The monster was clad in a orange cloth with black spots that reached to a little above his knees and a light blue tie. A friendly smile was plastered onto his face.
"Wow, great costumes, guys!" Robin complimented them.
"Thanks, Robin," Bean replied cheerfully. "You know, I was in a puzzle about what to dress up as this year for a while. Then I thought, ‘Why not dress up as the hero among all bunnies?’ So, then I went through my picture collection--"
"Ready to go trick-or-treatin’?" the tall monster asked both of them, politely interrupting the rabbit’s monologue.
"You bet, Sweetums!" the small frog prince answered with excitement. "I can’t wait to go have fun with you two, Uncle Kermit, Gonzo, Fozzie, Rowlf, Camilla…" He paused, trying to remember who all was in the trick-or-treating group.
"Well, c’mon!" the rabbit exclaimed. "Everyone’s waiting for us downstairs! Let’s go!"
The two small creatures then raced past Sweetums and bounded down the stairs of the Muppet Boarding House. The place was all decked out in Halloween decorations, showcasing the spirit of the holiday. All over the house, Muppets of all kinds were preparing for the evening’s events, a majority of them in specialized costumes.
"Hey, little green stuff!" a raspy voice called out from the living room area. Bean and Robin turned to see Floyd Pepper, the Electric Mayhem’s bass player, leaning against the wall in his regular attire. "I’m digging both of your costumes."
"Thank you, Mr. Floyd!" the cute bunny replied with a smile.
"Where’s your costume, Floyd?" Robin asked timidly. Halloween was the time of dressing up, and the Electric Mayhem usually wore costumes around this time. Oddly enough, all six of them were clad in their normal, everyday clothing at the moment. Where were their costumes at?
"Don’t worry, little dude, I haven’t forgotten about it," the beatnik answered the curious frog’s question. "The band’s holding their costumes until the party tonight. We’ve decided to stay at home an’ pass out candy for the trick-or-treaters this year. Besides," he added with a grin, "sometimes our regular attire is just as flashy as any costume."
"Hey, speaking of costumes," another voice spoke up. The three turned their heads to see a certain comedian dressed up as a Roman gladiator general. "Why did the trick-or-treaters cross the road to get more candy?" The bear paused. "No, wait, that’s not right… ah…"
The bass player shook his head. "Fozzie, my fuzzy, I think it's time for you to truly be Roman."
The funny bear immediately perked up. "How's that?" he asked.
"By Roman away from here!" was the answer before a bout of laughter escaped from the musician’s throat.
A brown dog wearing a cowboy outfit decided to enter at this time. "Fozzie! There ya are. Ah’ve been lookin’ all over for you." He patted the bear on the shoulder. "Nice ta see that the costumes are still in one piece."
"I didn’t know that you were gonna dress up as a cowboy, Rowlf," Robin piped up.
The piano-playing dog smiled. "Like it?" he asked. "Fozzie and I are goin’ this year as a duo from that one movie about museums."
"Who wants to watch a movie about museums?" Bean asked, scrunching his nose in a confused manner.
The question wasn’t answered in time, for an echoing voice interrupted all conversation. "I am the terror that flaps in the night!" it announced. "I am the moldy cheese in the back of your refrigerator that you forget! I am…" The figure speaking jumped into the room. "… The Great Gonzo!"
Everyone gathered was awestruck at the newcomer’s all-purple superhero-like costume. The weirdo grinned from ear to ear at the silence. "Hi guys!"
"Wow, Gonzo," Rowlf spoke, impressed, "that’s one heck of a costume."
"Thank you, my canine compadre!" Gonzo answered with a twirl of his purple cape. "It took me a while to make this costume. Do you know how hard it is to find material like this?" After a short pause, he added, "By the way, has anyone seen Camilla around?"
"She’s the one dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein, right?" the bear gladiator questioned.
"That’s her, all right." The daredevil sighed dreamily. "Just when I thought that she couldn’t get any more beautiful… She’s still beautiful without the costume, of course, but… you guys know what I’m saying?"
Everyone shook their heads. Since when did anyone understand the little weirdo, anyway?
"Robin?"
The young frog turned to see his uncle standing at the bottom of the stairway, clad in a red robe which was tied at the waist with a gold rope and a blue pointed hat with stars and a moon that decorated it. "Ready to go trick-or-treating?" the famous amphibian asked.
"You bet, Uncle Kermit!" the little prince exclaimed. "I can’t wait to go with all of you guys!"
"Great," Kermit said with a smile, "then, let’s go." He pushed up a sleeve of his red robe and turned the front doorknob.
A terrifying monster greeted them as soon as the door opened up all the way. "ZUUUUL!" it screamed. Everyone gave out a yelp in surprise.
Laughter immediately erupted from outside as multiple figures became visible. Two of them, one male and one female, were dressed in yellow Star Trek uniforms. Another male was dressed as a certain Goblin King while a girl around his age was clad in jeans and a long shirt. A kiwi that was accompanying the group was dressed up as a Ghostbuster and a man was decked out in cowboy garb.
"Happy Halloween, everyone!" they all greeted the startled group once their giggles had ceased.
Kermit chuckled and smirked at his friends and employees. "Happy Halloween, guys," he said to the main crew of Muppet Central. "What brings you all around here?"
"Hey, who said that we couldn’t celebrate with our friends?" the monster asked in a goofy tone of voice, morphing back into his regular form.
"Well, you do have a point there, Waldo," the frog wizard agreed. "By the way, where’s Leon?"
"Oh, yes," the male U.S.S. Enterprise member spoke up, "he’s right…" He looked off in another direction. "Leon, why are you hiding in the bushes again?"
A sigh came as a response and soon a chameleon dressed up as a realistic dinosaur (a velociraptor, to be exact). "Go ahead," he deadpanned, "yuck it up all ya want."
"What a terrific costume, Leon!" Darkwing Du-- erm, Gonzo stood from his position and awed at his friend’s costume. "Who’s your tailor?"
"Kermit, can I ask a question?" the cyborg asked his boss. "About your costume…"
"It was Mickey’s idea, Digit," Kermit responded. "Let me be the first to say that all of your costumes look great."
"Thank you, Kermit," Vicki smiled. "We all worked very hard on them."
"Clifford, your friends are here!" Rowlf called into the boarding house.
Moments later, a purple catfish-like man dressed in all black (which included a black cape) appeared, hurrying down the stairs and to the front door. Tucked under his arm was a black helmet that was sure to cover his entire face. "Wassup, guys?" he greeted. "Nice to see the old gang here again."
"C’mon, Kermit," Bean interrupted, tapping his foot impatiently, "when are we gonna go trick-or-treating, huh?"
"My mistake." The frog turned to the cast assembled outside. "Come on in, everyone. You’re welcome to visit with the others and relax before the party tonight. We’re about to go trick-or-treating, you see, and--"
"Can I come, too?" Waldo asked. "I already have the costume and everything!" With that, he shape-shifted into a white ghost dog with a pumpkin nose.
"Aww, how cute!" Bean admired the graphic’s costume choice.
"The more the merrier!" Kermit answered, stepping outside. He was followed by the rest of the trick-or-treating group as the others filed inside to see them off. "Remember to look both ways before crossing the street, everyone," he told the group as soon as they reached the end of the sidewalk.
Not too far away, a shadowy figure observed them all from behind the tree. In the figure’s hand was a staff with a crystal ball on top. "A Happy Halloween, eh?" spoke the dark figure. "Well, I plan to give them a Halloween that they’ll never forget!"
You could probably still remember
In a town that was celebrating
Two months before December
Everyone was happy and festive and fine
But a group’s fates were about to intertwine
On the date of ghoulies
And ghosties and fright
The time when witches
Flew in the night
Where children laugh and giggle as they go from house to house
Getting bags filled with candy too big for a mouse
The costumes for this group
Each one was selected
But little did they know
They were in for the unexpected
For the enchantment of the night with its fun and guises
Was about to give them some unusual surprises…
~~~
That time of the year had come once again. The night had finally arrived where kids could get as much candy as they wanted by just visiting houses. It was the night that anyone could dress up and be just about any persona that they could be. This, my friends, was Halloween night.
In his room, a young frog was busy preparing to go trick-or-treating with his uncle and friends. His costume was special to him because it represented one of his favorite stories that he had a role in. The costume that he wore consisted of a gray tunic, dark gray tights (which were tailor-made to fit his small, spindly legs), a black belt, tiny boots to fit his flippers, and a red cape. On his bed lay a plastic shield and a little wooden sword.
The amphibian smiled as he started to sing softly. "They call me Sir Robin the Brave… and history someday will rave… I’m valiant and daring and noble of bearing… courageous and gallant… a mountain of talent…"
A loud knock interrupted the song and he turned his head to the doorway. "Who is it?" he questioned, slightly startled.
"It’s us, Bean and Sweetums!" a cute, boyish voiced responded back from the other side of the wooden door.
"Can we come in, little buddy?" a gruffer, but friendly, voice asked.
Robin’s smile grew wide as he answered, "Sure, guys, come on in!"
The door opened and two figures entered the little frog’s room. One was a cream-furred rabbit who was only a tad bit larger and taller than Robin was. He wore a pink shirt with the collar folded out, as well as some blue jeans that were rolled up just above his bare feet. Over his shoulder rested a stick with a red and white bag tied to the end.
The other was a shaggy brown monster that towered above both the rabbit and the frog. The monster was clad in a orange cloth with black spots that reached to a little above his knees and a light blue tie. A friendly smile was plastered onto his face.
"Wow, great costumes, guys!" Robin complimented them.
"Thanks, Robin," Bean replied cheerfully. "You know, I was in a puzzle about what to dress up as this year for a while. Then I thought, ‘Why not dress up as the hero among all bunnies?’ So, then I went through my picture collection--"
"Ready to go trick-or-treatin’?" the tall monster asked both of them, politely interrupting the rabbit’s monologue.
"You bet, Sweetums!" the small frog prince answered with excitement. "I can’t wait to go have fun with you two, Uncle Kermit, Gonzo, Fozzie, Rowlf, Camilla…" He paused, trying to remember who all was in the trick-or-treating group.
"Well, c’mon!" the rabbit exclaimed. "Everyone’s waiting for us downstairs! Let’s go!"
The two small creatures then raced past Sweetums and bounded down the stairs of the Muppet Boarding House. The place was all decked out in Halloween decorations, showcasing the spirit of the holiday. All over the house, Muppets of all kinds were preparing for the evening’s events, a majority of them in specialized costumes.
"Hey, little green stuff!" a raspy voice called out from the living room area. Bean and Robin turned to see Floyd Pepper, the Electric Mayhem’s bass player, leaning against the wall in his regular attire. "I’m digging both of your costumes."
"Thank you, Mr. Floyd!" the cute bunny replied with a smile.
"Where’s your costume, Floyd?" Robin asked timidly. Halloween was the time of dressing up, and the Electric Mayhem usually wore costumes around this time. Oddly enough, all six of them were clad in their normal, everyday clothing at the moment. Where were their costumes at?
"Don’t worry, little dude, I haven’t forgotten about it," the beatnik answered the curious frog’s question. "The band’s holding their costumes until the party tonight. We’ve decided to stay at home an’ pass out candy for the trick-or-treaters this year. Besides," he added with a grin, "sometimes our regular attire is just as flashy as any costume."
"Hey, speaking of costumes," another voice spoke up. The three turned their heads to see a certain comedian dressed up as a Roman gladiator general. "Why did the trick-or-treaters cross the road to get more candy?" The bear paused. "No, wait, that’s not right… ah…"
The bass player shook his head. "Fozzie, my fuzzy, I think it's time for you to truly be Roman."
The funny bear immediately perked up. "How's that?" he asked.
"By Roman away from here!" was the answer before a bout of laughter escaped from the musician’s throat.
A brown dog wearing a cowboy outfit decided to enter at this time. "Fozzie! There ya are. Ah’ve been lookin’ all over for you." He patted the bear on the shoulder. "Nice ta see that the costumes are still in one piece."
"I didn’t know that you were gonna dress up as a cowboy, Rowlf," Robin piped up.
The piano-playing dog smiled. "Like it?" he asked. "Fozzie and I are goin’ this year as a duo from that one movie about museums."
"Who wants to watch a movie about museums?" Bean asked, scrunching his nose in a confused manner.
The question wasn’t answered in time, for an echoing voice interrupted all conversation. "I am the terror that flaps in the night!" it announced. "I am the moldy cheese in the back of your refrigerator that you forget! I am…" The figure speaking jumped into the room. "… The Great Gonzo!"
Everyone gathered was awestruck at the newcomer’s all-purple superhero-like costume. The weirdo grinned from ear to ear at the silence. "Hi guys!"
"Wow, Gonzo," Rowlf spoke, impressed, "that’s one heck of a costume."
"Thank you, my canine compadre!" Gonzo answered with a twirl of his purple cape. "It took me a while to make this costume. Do you know how hard it is to find material like this?" After a short pause, he added, "By the way, has anyone seen Camilla around?"
"She’s the one dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein, right?" the bear gladiator questioned.
"That’s her, all right." The daredevil sighed dreamily. "Just when I thought that she couldn’t get any more beautiful… She’s still beautiful without the costume, of course, but… you guys know what I’m saying?"
Everyone shook their heads. Since when did anyone understand the little weirdo, anyway?
"Robin?"
The young frog turned to see his uncle standing at the bottom of the stairway, clad in a red robe which was tied at the waist with a gold rope and a blue pointed hat with stars and a moon that decorated it. "Ready to go trick-or-treating?" the famous amphibian asked.
"You bet, Uncle Kermit!" the little prince exclaimed. "I can’t wait to go with all of you guys!"
"Great," Kermit said with a smile, "then, let’s go." He pushed up a sleeve of his red robe and turned the front doorknob.
A terrifying monster greeted them as soon as the door opened up all the way. "ZUUUUL!" it screamed. Everyone gave out a yelp in surprise.
Laughter immediately erupted from outside as multiple figures became visible. Two of them, one male and one female, were dressed in yellow Star Trek uniforms. Another male was dressed as a certain Goblin King while a girl around his age was clad in jeans and a long shirt. A kiwi that was accompanying the group was dressed up as a Ghostbuster and a man was decked out in cowboy garb.
"Happy Halloween, everyone!" they all greeted the startled group once their giggles had ceased.
Kermit chuckled and smirked at his friends and employees. "Happy Halloween, guys," he said to the main crew of Muppet Central. "What brings you all around here?"
"Hey, who said that we couldn’t celebrate with our friends?" the monster asked in a goofy tone of voice, morphing back into his regular form.
"Well, you do have a point there, Waldo," the frog wizard agreed. "By the way, where’s Leon?"
"Oh, yes," the male U.S.S. Enterprise member spoke up, "he’s right…" He looked off in another direction. "Leon, why are you hiding in the bushes again?"
A sigh came as a response and soon a chameleon dressed up as a realistic dinosaur (a velociraptor, to be exact). "Go ahead," he deadpanned, "yuck it up all ya want."
"What a terrific costume, Leon!" Darkwing Du-- erm, Gonzo stood from his position and awed at his friend’s costume. "Who’s your tailor?"
"Kermit, can I ask a question?" the cyborg asked his boss. "About your costume…"
"It was Mickey’s idea, Digit," Kermit responded. "Let me be the first to say that all of your costumes look great."
"Thank you, Kermit," Vicki smiled. "We all worked very hard on them."
"Clifford, your friends are here!" Rowlf called into the boarding house.
Moments later, a purple catfish-like man dressed in all black (which included a black cape) appeared, hurrying down the stairs and to the front door. Tucked under his arm was a black helmet that was sure to cover his entire face. "Wassup, guys?" he greeted. "Nice to see the old gang here again."
"C’mon, Kermit," Bean interrupted, tapping his foot impatiently, "when are we gonna go trick-or-treating, huh?"
"My mistake." The frog turned to the cast assembled outside. "Come on in, everyone. You’re welcome to visit with the others and relax before the party tonight. We’re about to go trick-or-treating, you see, and--"
"Can I come, too?" Waldo asked. "I already have the costume and everything!" With that, he shape-shifted into a white ghost dog with a pumpkin nose.
"Aww, how cute!" Bean admired the graphic’s costume choice.
"The more the merrier!" Kermit answered, stepping outside. He was followed by the rest of the trick-or-treating group as the others filed inside to see them off. "Remember to look both ways before crossing the street, everyone," he told the group as soon as they reached the end of the sidewalk.
Not too far away, a shadowy figure observed them all from behind the tree. In the figure’s hand was a staff with a crystal ball on top. "A Happy Halloween, eh?" spoke the dark figure. "Well, I plan to give them a Halloween that they’ll never forget!"
