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It was just a little bit of holiday flair. Naven really thought it would be harmless. Maybe it would even encourage his students! He felt he had made a mistake the moment Trixie and Molly eye the tiny, plastic jack o'lantern with unease.

Before he could ask, Trixie spoke. "You'd better get rid of that before Feenie sees."

Naven was more confused than he was prior. "What do you mean?" They both stammered. So much for these interpersonal communication lessons.

He got his answer when Phoenica entered the room. Her "Sorry I'm late!" was interrupted by her own terrified scream.

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Instead of shopping alone (and having to scam their classmates for money), Molly and Trixie went shopping with Giovanni and his Boys. Molly ran to the bear costumes, dragging Giovanni along, and Crusher and Spike followed. Meanwhile, Trixie made a grab for as many glow sticks as they could, the other Boys sticking with them to assure they didn't eat any.

"I wanna shake things up this year," Molly hummed, scanning over the costumes. Giovanni launched into a pitch for a "zombear." Molly only half-listened. She skipped up to a polar bear costume. "This one," she chose with a smile.

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Molly couldn't remember the last time she'd been able to go trick-or-treating. Molly was grateful that Giovanni insisted on going with her. After all, Trixie also had someone looking after them, but unlike the usual Moxie, her oldest sibling Xerxes was with her. He kinda scared Molly.

It was time to focus on the next door. Giovanni rang the bell, and when the door opened, they all yelled, "Trick-or-treat!"

"I'm a neon devil," Trixie clarified, tired of being asked.

"Supervillain!" Giovanni added.

"Polar bear! Rawr!"

There was a pause, then Xerxes joined in. "Grown man." Molly couldn't help but laugh.

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Giovanni's secret villain group had a halloween treat exchange, naturally. Everyone drew a name from a hat. Then they had to make a spooky treat based for the person they'd drawn. Naturally, Crusher was ecstatic when he drew Giovanni's name.

At least, until it actually came time to bake.

"What do I do?" he wailed over the phone to Flamethrower, "The only shape I can think of is a heart! Hearts aren't spooky!"

"Relax, dude," Flamethrower replied, "Just make- uh, a zombie heart or something. Boss loves zombie stuff!"

"Ah, good idea!" Crusher nodded, "I'll have to buy green frosting."

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"Feenie won't give pumpkins another chance because last year, you," Trixie pointed an accusatory finger at Rick, "Covered her in pumpkin guts."

"So this year," Molly chimed in, "We're going to show you how to carve a pumpkin gently."

"Ah!" Rick exclaimed, looking down at his pumpkin, "So the gourd requires tender, loving care! Gotcha!"

Molly picked up the knife, and pushed it into the top of her pumpkin with the necessary force. "See? Like this."

"Don't stab with murderous intent," Trixie added.

Rick's lip quivered. "Why are we cutting up the pumpkins?" he asked, "That's not TLC!"

Trixie face-palmed.

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Rex tugged at the halo his mother affixed above his head. "Mom, I hate this costume," he complained.

Izzy took her son's head in her hands. "You're my cute little angel!" she squealed, "And you'll look absolutely adorable next to Bellatrix!"

On cue, Trixie walked in, and burst out laughing at Rex pouting in his angel costume. They twirled in their own neon devil costume they bought with Giovanni. "Looks like mom hit you with the cutesy costume this year," they teased.

Rex's frown deepened. "Do we have to take a photo?"

"Of course!" Izzy cooed, holding up her phone.

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"Bellatrix, sweetie, you know I support you," Iggy roughhouse said, ruffling his child's hair, "But the kitchen table is covered in dish soap and grape jelly."

"I'm making a potion of stick-to-the-floor," Trixie informed him, "And those are key ingredients."

Trixie's eldest sister, who'd been watching the kitchen be massacred in-between glances at her phone from the corner, snickered. "Aren't they all sticky? 'Cuz stick to me is all they ever do."

Trixie wilted.

"Roxanne!" Iggy snapped at her. Roxanne just lifted a hand to hide her laughter.

"Tell ya what, Trix. I'll help you with that," their father decided.

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Maybe it was the fact that Apples to Apples was a slow-paced game, or maybe it was the sound of rain outside. Regardless, Sylvie and Molly could barely keep their eyes open. He reread the prompt card once again in an attempt to stay awake. Then, Molly yawned. So, Sylvie yawned.

The cards in Molly's hands slipped away onto the floor. She leaned against the foot of the couch, quietly snoring. Sylvie folded his arms on the table and closed his eyes. A short nap won't hurt.

Giovanni, the judge for the round, looked between the two. "Guess I win."

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Zora was quieter than the crisp, autumn breeze as she ran through the forest tracking her latest target. Her smile, sharpened by the thrill of the hunt, fell into a suddenly serious line as her ears strained at the faint sound of laughter.

Familiar laughter.

Zora was a master at her craft, but she knew Yoomtah could only be detected if she wanted to be. She turned frantically, trying to spot her gremlin of a friend. Too late, she looked up at the treetops.

Thump.

Yoomtah dropped right on top of her with a maniacal cackle. "Hi, Yooms," Zora groaned.

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Meryl poured over paperwork in the early morning. The tapping of fallen leaves hitting the window, caught in the wind, threatened to distract her. She reminded herself again, anxiety rising, This has to be finished! I have to complete this now!

The door opened, and Meryl's heart nearly shot out of her chest as she yelped in surprise. As she steadied her breathing, Percy placed a coffee on her desk.

"You know, caffeine is not going to improve your condition," Percy chided, "But as your friend, I am happy to oblige your request regardless."

Meryl swallowed, then weakly laughed. "Thanks."

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When Molly invited them to hang out with Sylvie while his uncle was visiting, Trixie wasn't expecting the guy to be haunted. I'm acting like a grade-A weirdo, Trixie thought to themself, keeping their distance from the specter that followed Doc Chappy.

"Are you okay?" Sylvie whispered to them when he had a chance. Though his initial impression had been 'total dweeb,' Trixie found that underneath the arrogance, Sylvie was pretty nice.

"There's a ghost following your uncle," she whispered back.

Sylvie blinked. "Yeah?"

"You can see him?"

"We can all see him. That's his husband."

"His what?" Trixie squeaked.

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"I can't believe this!" Giovanni huffed, "This never happened to anyone else!"

"No one else went against the higher-ups, Boss," Ben muttered. Spike jabbed him with her elbow. Ben pouted, "What? It's not a bad thing!"

"I get what Ben's trying to say," Flamethrower admitted, "The others were…"

"Jerks," Ben finished. Giovanni scanned the treehouse as the rest lamented. It would take forever for them to clean all this toilet paper…

Unless…

"Let's make it a game!" he decided, "Whoever cleans the most gets an entire bag of candy once it's all on sale."

The minions stopped frowning and cheered.

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Trixie was out with Molly, Xerxes, and Giovanni. Rex was stuck with Roxanne and Moxie. He knew that Xerxes wasn't going to dress up either, but at least Xerxes wouldn't tease his costume.

"Trixie's not even here," he grumbled.

"Cheer up, Rex!" Moxie tried, geared up in her baseball uniform like it was a costume, "Free candy!"

This Halloween was a bust. That was, until he heard a voice.

"Look what your house did to my children!" an egg-costumed boy yelled.

"Woah, that kid destroyed the guy's house!" Moxie cackled.

And Rex's eyes shone at the genius of the trickster.

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"Two choco-drops for two marshmallow bunnies."

"Four."

"Deal."

"Uhg, three boxes of gumdrops. You want these?"

"Sure. Do you want my apple? That lady gave me a bottle of water, too."

"Please," Molly answered, taking the apple and water with a smile. Then, she spied something in Lorelai's candy pile. "Oh my goodness! Someone gave you a butterscotch disk!" she squeaked, "I can give you- uh-!"

"Just take it," Lorelai said with a smile, dropping it in front of Molly.

Molly looked at it in shock. She was used to conflict, but despite everything her sister still cared for her.

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By the third consecutive two-loween, they officially declared it tradition. "Why didn't we decide this earlier?" Giovanni laughed.

"I don't know," Sylvie shrugged, "Why didn't you? It's your party."

Giovanni laughed again. "I dunno either. I guess I didn't expect that it'd be such a hit."

And it was. It wasn't just the original invites anymore. Friends of friends were asking to attend, and Giovanni was happy to oblige so long as everyone was happy (and willing to bring candy to share).

"I see no reason why it wouldn't," Molly smiled, "You're awesome!"

Giovanni smiled back. "Thank you," he breathed.