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“Shrimpo! Wakey wakey!” Finn shook Shrimpo’s sleeping body.
“In a minuuttteeee…” he groaned, twisting his body in the opposite direction to defend himself from Finn’s vicious attack on his sleep schedule.
“We’ve no time to be carping around! Come on, sleepyhead!” Finn shook Shrimpo by his shoulders.
Shrimpo growled and threw his blanket off, sitting up and looking over at Finn in anger.
“WHAT!?” he beckoned.
“Do you not know what day it is?” Finn questioned.
“No! And I don't care!” Shrimpo replied, grabbing his blanket and preparing to sink back into his slumber.
“What if I said it was my birthday?” he said, lightly mocking Shrimpo.
Shrimpo immediately threw his blanket off in response, “Is it!?” he said worriedly. If it really was Finn’s birthday then he’d never forgive himself for forgetting it. What a friend he’d be, forgetting the birthday of one of his only friends.
“If I said it was, would it get you out of bed?” he lightly teased.
“So you lied to me!” Shrimpo snarled, feeling a little betrayed.
“Well what day do you think it is?”
Shrimpo gritted his teeth as he looked over at Finn, eventually releasing all his anger into a sigh as he answered.
“Iunno… Easter?” he shrugged, shifting his position and draping his feet over the side of his bed.
“Nope!” Finn shook his head.
“Ummm…” Shrimpo put a finger to his lips, trying to remember what day it was and what significance it held.
“Christmas?”
“Close! You’re getting there!”
Finn’s hint wasn’t particularly helpful. Shrimpo had no idea which holidays were on what days since he just didn’t care to keep track of them. Nobody had ever gotten him anything for Christmas or any of the other holidays so he’d just discarded their value and their dates from his head.
“Uhhmmm…” he scratched the tail on the end of his head, trying his best to scrounge around for any special days.
“Valentines day…?” he half-heartedly answered.
“No, silly! Come on, I know you’re a smart shrimp. You got this!” he reassured Shrimpo, elbowing him softly.
Shrimpo was thankful for the compliment, no matter how stupid he thought Finn was for sharing it, his face turning ever so slightly red.
“Pride month!? I don’t know! Just tell me!” he flailed his arms in frustration.
Finn let out a quiet giggle at Shrimpo’s ridiculous answer, “No! It’s Halloween!”
Shrimpo crossed his arms in defeat, “And why should I care!?”
Finn’s eyes widened slightly, appalled at Shrimpo’s statement. How could anyone not care about the spooky season!? “Because it's Halloween! You know… l-l-like… costumes! A-And trick or treating!” he tried to explain.
Shrimpo rolled his eyes, “BOOOORING! I don’t celebrate stupid holidays like that.” Truthfully, Shrimpo just didn’t like other toons showing up at his door and begging for his non-existent candy.
“Well I do! And you’re coming with me!” Finn stretched out his hand.
Shrimpo hesitated, “Wait, what are you trying to get me to do!?”
“Well… do you not wanna celebrate Halloween with me…?” Finn replied, a hint of sadness in his voice as he looked over at Shrimpo.
Shrimpo looked down at Finn’s hand in front of him. He wanted to go back to bed and wake up on a different day, but watching Finn's face which was once filled with excited whimsy slowly turn into one of disappointment, he began to change his mind.
“Right… okay. I’ll just celebrate with the others…” Finn began lowering his hand, but right as it was about to return to his side, Shrimpo snatched it up.
“Fine! I’ll celebrate your dumb holiday with you!”
“No! I can just celebrate with Cosmo and Sprout! I’m not forcing you to-”
“I WANNA CELEBRATE WITH YOU!!” he insisted, increasing his grip on Finn’s soft hand.
“Only if you want to… I’m not trying to guilt trip you!”
“JUST LET ME CELEBRATE WITH YOU!!” he flailed his other arm.
Finn’s face returned to his previous expression. He wanted to jump up in excitement, but didn’t want to risk making Shrimpo fall over.
“Alright! Brightney’s set up a costume place in the library with some help from Glisten so we’re gonna go there first!”
“No! You are not making me get a costume! I am NOT wearing a stupid-”
Finn dragged Shrimpo over to the library, running with him through the hall, throwing him into the elevator, and arriving at the library. They went to their left and arrived at Brightney’s costume stand, consisting of a small table placed between two library shelves.
Brightney’s table almost completely filled the space between the shelves, with a little gap in the side for her to slip in and out of her spot. Books were cleared out of their slots to make room for various types of clothing and props which hung off the shelves like a clothing rack. Brightney and Glisten both sat behind the table.
“Hey guys!” Brightney excitedly waved to the duo, Glisten waving with her.
Finn walked over to the table, dragging the unsure Shrimpo behind him. “Brightney! Glisten! I love your costumes! What are you dressed as?”
Brightney was wearing a plain black suit and tie with black pants and shoes, her head painted a pale white by Glisten.
“Guess!” she said eagerly.
“Ummm…” Finn scratched his head, “A businesswoman?”
“Nope! Shrimpo, you try!” she turned her gaze over to Shrimpo.
“Patrick Bateman!?” he shouted the first thing that came to his mind.
Brightney looked up at him in confusion, utterly perplexed by his answer. “Who’s that…?”
“Oh, Rodger likes that guy! He loves that movie.” Glisten chimed in exuberantly.
“I’m the Slenderman! Collect my pages! Boo!” she spoke playfully, raising her arms like a zombie, Brightney stopping when nobody showed any sort of reaction to her costume.
“What's the Slenderman?” Finn questioned, Shrimpo chiming in with a “Yeah!” shortly after.
“It’s like… It’s this folklore monster thing. Nobody’s guessed it correctly…” she said sadly.
“Glisten! What did you dress up as?” Finn turned his attention towards Glisten, who was sitting lazily against their chair with their feet on the desk.
“Whaddaya think I am?” Glisten smiled, exposing his sharp fang-like teeth to the duo. Glisten’s body was painted a pale greyish white, wearing a long black cape with a red inner colour, black dress pants, and a black tuxedo with a white undershirt. He also appeared to be wearing fancy black shoes.
“Count Orlock!” Finn confidently replied.
“Wrong vampire!” Glisten replied sassily, shutting down Finn’s response before turning his attention towards Shrimpo, “What about you?”
“That’s obviously Count Dracula you buffoon!” he yelled at Finn, the fish bowl rubbing the back of his head and smiling awkwardly at him in response.
“Shrimpo got it! Good job!” Glisten clapped momentarily to celebrate Shrimpo’s success. “Now what did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I wanna be a pirate! Can you make me into a pirate!?” Finn exclaimed, looking over at Brightney and Glisten. The two of them glanced at each other before simultaneously nodding and looking back over to Finn. “Sure thing! What about you Shrimpo?” Brightney asked.
Shrimpo tapped his foot, racking his brain for anything he could be. He sat there for a few moments, fighting a silent battle in his brain when Finn suddenly spoke.
“Do you wanna be a pirate with me?” Finn turned around to face him.
Hmmm… this is a tricky one. Did Shrimpo want to be a pirate with Finn?
“Oh that’d be nice. Me and Rodgie-bear are matching too! He's Frankenstein and I’m Dracula.” Glisten said.
“Me and Teesh were gonna be something together but we couldn’t think of anything so Tisha’s just going as Tisha for Halloween.” Brightney rolled her eyes. “You ready Finn?”
“Yes! I’ve never been more ready!”
Brightney nodded, pushing past Glisten as she left the confines of her table. “Most toons are the same size so we don’t need to worry about stuff not fitting unless you’re toodles.” Brightney giggled, pulling the coat off the bookshelf and handing it to Finn. The coat was a traditional black pirate coat with gold trimmings along the front and around the arms of the coat.
“This is so cool!” Finn responded, looking at the coat in his hands.
Brightney smiled, plodding her black shoes downwards to another section of the bookshelf and grabbing a pair of baggy black pants to match his coat, walking up and gently pushing it into Finn’s hands.
Finn looked on in excitement as Brightney walked to the opposite bookshelf, grabbing a black eyepatch and grabbing a plastic hook attachment.
“Here! That’s all I think. Let me know if you need anything else.” Brightney walked up to Finn, sliding the hook onto his left hand. “And this too!” She gently stretched the eyepatch around Finn’s head and placed it over his right eye. “You look great already! Just get your costume on and you’ll be done.” she gave him a pat on the shoulder.
“Right! I’ll get it on now, I’ll sea ya in a bit!” Finn yelled, running out of Brightney and Glistens pop up shop and into some random corner of the library.
Brightney smiled and redirected her attention towards Shrimpo, “So, you wanna be a pirate too?”
“YES!” Shrimpo responded assertively. He didn’t have any better ideas plus he wanted an excuse to look really cool, and he wanted to make his friend happy, so Shrimpo gladly accepted this offer.
“Alright! Just wait there!” Brightney turned back over to the shelf, picking out the same items as she did for Finn and shoving them into Shrimpo’s hands.
“Hold still…” Brightney tried to stretch the eyepatch around Shrimpo’s head, although she found it a little difficult as Shrimpo’s head is quite unusually shaped.
“I am standing still!” he insisted.
“Yeah well it’s just a little difficult! Give me a moment!” Brightney fumbled with the eyepatch for a few more seconds before giving up and sighing, placing it on a random shelf.
“I want my eyepatch!!” he declared.
Brightney put her finger up to her lip in a thinking gesture, “Why don’t we just get Glisten to do some facepaint for you?”
“How is that going to replace an awesome eyepatch!?”
“It’s the best you’re gonna get. It’s not the eyepatch's fault that it wasn’t built for shrimp-brained individuals like yourself!” she lightly poked Shrimpo on the head.
“Is that an insult!?” he angrily questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as his body began to fill with rage.
“No! It’s just… you have a funny head.”
“I’m not taking this from someone with a lampshade for a head!!” Shrimpo hissed, turning around to Glisten and pointing a finger at him. “Make me look cool!”
“Take a seat.” Glisten said, gesturing for the chair where Brightney once spoke. Shrimpo accepted Glisten’s invitation, slamming his claws down on the table and vaulting over to the over side, plopping himself down on the chair and setting his costume on the table.
Glisten was a little appalled at Shrimpo’s brashness, but he brushed it off, grabbing his makeup set from under the desk and putting it down on the table. “So, whatcha thinking?” Glisten said, opening up his makeup set and grabbing a brush.
“Hmmm… Scars! Put a cool scar on my face! Make it look like I got into a fight with a seabeast!” he pointed under his left eye.
Glisten nodded, “Can do! Just hold still for me!”
Finn finished piecing together his costume as he slipped on his coat, shaking in excitement from the anticipation of seeing how cool he and his best friend would look in their Halloween getups. “Treasure! Here I come! Yarr!” he declared, stepping out from behind the bookcase he hid behind and beginning his odyssey back to the costume area.
Finn hadn’t made it more than a few steps out of his hiding spot when he encountered two other toons, the two of them having come out from behind their own bookshelf a few feet down from his own.
“Oh, Finn! What’s up!” Sprout waved eagerly at Finn.
“Hey guys! What's kraken?” he snickered, walking over to the two toons.
“H-Hi Finn…! We’re doing good!” Cosmo replied happily.
“What are you two going as? Two old British men?” he joked, lightly elbowing Sprout.
Sprout was wearing a buttoned up long black overcoat which draped down to his knees. He accompanied his coat with a blue scarf covering his neck, black pants, black shoes, and a grey deerstalker hat.
Cosmo wore an unbuttoned navy overcoat similar to Sprouts, paired with a blue and white plaid shirt and a cream cardigan. On his bottom half he wore green pants and brown shoes.
“Guess! I’ll give you a hint. We’re matching!” Sprout said, pulling out a prop wooden smoking pipe and putting it into his mouth. Cosmo turned around so that the two of them were standing back to back.
“Carp… ummm…” Finn began thinking of anyone matching Sprout and Cosmo’s outfits. He wasn’t big on pop culture stuff so he wasn’t very confident in his abilities to guess their outfits but he’d give it a go nonetheless.
“Come on! Most iconic detective in pop culture!” Sprout said, watching as Finn held his hand up to his face in a thinking gesture.
“It starts with an S! I know that!” he put both of his hands up to his head, concentrating all of his energy on trying to figure out the conundrum he’d been dealt by the two.
“Sherlock Holmes! You’ve gotta be Sherlock, right!?” he guessed, pointing his hook at Sprout.
“Wooo! You got it!” Sprout clapped, Cosmo coming out from behind Sprout’s back and lightly clapping at Finn’s success.
“And this is my lovely partner, Doctor H. Watson!” Sprout smiled as he gave Cosmo a light pat on the head, causing the toon to smile and subtly blush in response.
Finn celebrated by jumping in excitement, “Woohoo! Finn always wins!” he said proudly as he glanced over at the two. “You two are so perfect together! I wish I had a relationship as close as you two...” he said, slightly envious of how close they were.
Sprout looked at him in confusion, “What about Shrimpo?”
A few bubbles popped up in Finn’s head as his face turned a little bluer, “W-Well we aren’t dating like you two! And I can never tell if he really likes hanging out with me… always yelling and such…”
“W-Well I'm sure he likes you! He’s j-just playing hard to catch!” Cosmo responded reassuringly, putting his hands down to his hips and smiling.
“Maybe yarr right…” Finn replied, scratching his arm with his hook.
“Hey Finn, are you doing anything tonight?”
Finn snapped out of his little sad haze, “Oh! I was probably just gonna sail around with Shrimpo for a bit before heading back to bed. Why?”
“Well, me and Cosmo were gonna do some pumpkin carving and we have some spare pumpkins if you’d wanna come! You can even bring Shrimpo!” Sprout took the pipe out of his mouth and mimicked the motions of carving a pumpkin using it.
Finn’s eyes eagerly widened, “Oh, I’d love to! Where are we doing it?”
“The dining room! We’ve got Rodger and Tisha to agree to judge our performances so hopefully that doesn’t put too much pressure on ya.”
Finn nodded, “Sounds great! I’ll go reel Shrimpo over, the tuna you can just head up to the place, we’ll be there!”
Sprout nodded, Finn brushing past him and heading back down to the costume stand where he left Shrimpo.
Cosmo and Sprout stood at the end of a table, having cleared out all of the chairs and tossed them into a corner to make room for them to carve their pumpkins. Their tables sat in a triangle formation, with the judges table at the top near the entrance to the dining room, and the contestants tables to the left and right below their table. On Cosmo and Sprouts table, they shared two pumpkins, two small pumpkin carving saws, a pumpkin scoop, and two small knives for carving details. The same set of objects laid on the table to their right for Finn and Shrimpo, the two of them not having shown up yet.
Rodger yawned, sitting behind his table with Tisha, eagerly waiting for the other two contestants to show up. “Are they coming?” Rodger asked, nearly falling asleep from how fatigued he was after waiting nearly 5 minutes for them to show up.
“They’ll be here soon! Finn doesn’t seem like the typa guy to waste the time of others.” Sprout replied confidently.
“These better be some good pumpkins. I’m nearly dozing off over here.” Rodger put his hand up to his face in a yawning gesture.
“Gee Rodger, you’re very impatient! I’m surprised how you’re even a detective!” Tisha said jokingly.
“Hey. I’ll have you know I’m the best detective in Gardenview and I will not tolerate this disrespect.” he replied plainly as he crossed his arms, Tisha giggling playfully at his response.
A few moments passed as they sat bored, the clock ticking away until finally, the duo came out from the elevator and ran up to the dining room, their pirate coats swaying in the air as they ran, eventually pausing to catch their breath at Rodger and Tisha’s table.
“Sorry! We had some difficulties but we’re good!” Finn waved at Cosmo and Sprout using his hook.
“Yarr’nt speakin’ like a reel pirate! Put some prose into it!” Shrimpo yelled in a crappy English accent, playfully poking Finn in the stomach with his hook.
“Yarr right me matey! Onward we sail!” Finn declared, stomping around the judges table and walking behind the table the Sherlockians had set up for him, Shrimpo following closely behind him as they got into position.
“Tisha! Rodger! What’s up?” Finn asked excitedly.
Rodger snapped out of his dazed posture and sat up, looking over at the new arrivals. Rodger’s costume was entirely blackish blue, wearing a suit, baggy black pants, and a pair of black shoes. Rodger’s body was painted dark green, he had two prosthetic silver bolts protruding out of his neck, and a big stitch mark painted across his glass face.
“You know. Frankenstein is actually the name of the doctor.” Rodger said smugly, “The green guy is actually called Frankenstein’s monster.”
“Yarrg! What’s all this?!” Shrimpo asked, looking down at the array of tools in front of him in confusion.
“That’s all the stuff you need for pumpkin carving! There’s a bin on your left Shrimpo if you need to discard any pumpkin innards.” Sprout replied.
“What exac’ly are we carvin’ ere?”
“Whatever you want! Just do whatever.” Sprout said enthusiastically.
Tisha reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a stopwatch, “Is everyone ready?”
“R-Ready!” Cosmo squeaked, his body full of uncertainty but he would try his best.
“Mhm!” Sprout responded confidently.
“Cap’n Finn is always ready!” Finn spoke, raising his hook up to his head in a salute.
“Shrimpo is ready to win! Yarrrg!” Shrimpo said, flailing his arms in the air.
“Then we will begin!” Tisha raised her arm up high, “Three… two… one…”
The four contestants looked down at their pumpkins, each of them bursting with determination.
“Go! You’ve got 5 minutes!” Tisha exclaimed, hitting the button on her stopwatch.
Everyone immediately got to work, Sprout cutting a hole in the top of his pumpkin with Cosmo following behind him. Finn started with the face, carving two triangular eyes into the front of his pumpkin. Shrimpo had no idea where to start, gazing around the room frantically and berating his brain for any idea of what to do.
Finn threw off his hook and set it down on the table to get a better grip on the pumpkin, continuing his carving. Sprout got the top off his pumpkin and began discarding the innards into the bin, Cosmo waiting patiently for his turn on the pumpkin scoop. Shrimpo got an idea, it probably wouldn’t win him the competition, but it might win him something else. Shrimpo began to carve two big eyes into the front of his pumpkin.
“Shrimpo! Take the hook off you clownfish-”
“NO! I like the hook!” Shrimpo grunted, continuing to cut an eye into his pumpkin.
“Hey, y’know yall are supposed to take the innards out first, right?” Sprout asked, tossing his pumpkin scoop to Cosmo who began to gut his pumpkin.
“Oh yeah! Carp!” Finn finished cutting his second eye and began slicing open the top of the pumpkin. Shrimpo continued to cut the eyes, popping two small circles out of the front of the pumpkin and grabbing the small detailing knife, using it to carve two small circles around the holes, trying to make it look like a pair of two googly eyes.
“Here, Shrimpo!” Finn set the pumpkin scoop next to Shrimpo’s pumpkin, Finn going back to carve his pumpkin as he began carving out a crooked smile on his pumpkin. Shrimpo finished up his pumpkin's eyes and grabbed his carving knife, cutting open the top of his pumpkin and angrily beginning to disembowel his pumpkin.
“You need some help there, Cos?” Sprout paused his carving, turning and looking over at his friend.
“Y-Yes please…” Cosmo whimpered, clearly struggling to shovel guts out of the pumpkin. Sprout stepped next to him and clasped his arm over Cosmo’s, carefully guiding him through the gutting process.
Shrimpo finally got most of the guts out, wiping a sweat droplet from his head as he finished off his pumpkin by carving a big toothy grin into it.
A few more moment’s passed as the others carved their pumpkins, Tisha finally stopping her stopwatch at the 5 minute mark, yelling “Time’s up!!” which signalled to everyone that it was time to stop carving.
“Alright! How’d it go?” she asked.
“I think it went well!” Sprout said, giving her a thumbs up and a smile.
“G-Good…!” Cosmo replied.
“It went swimmingly!” Finn responded.
“I hate carving pumpkins! Never make me do this again!” Shrimpo yelled, resting his hand on the top of his pumpkin.
“Alright, we’ll start with Cosmo! Turn your pumpkin around!”
Cosmo nodded and spun his Pumpkin around. Cosmo’s pumpkin had two sideways slits for eyes, making it seem like the pumpkin was sleeping. The pumpkin had a triangular hole for a nose, what looked like a 3 that was flipped 90 degrees clockwise as a mouth, and three dots on the side of the face which resembled freckles.
“Awww! Did you make a kitty cat, Cosmo?”
“Mhm!” Cosmo nodded, smiling that it was at least good enough to be recognizable.
“It's so cute! What do you think, Rodger?” she turned her head to face the other judge.
Rodger nodded, “I like it. It’s cute. I like cats.”
Tisha turned back over to the group, “Alright! Sprout, you next.”
Sprout nodded and turned his pumpkin around. Sprout’s pumpkin was a standard carved pumpkin with two circular eyes, a triangular hole for a nose, and a friendly grin.
“Look’s pretty basic.” Rodger said apathetically.
“Hey! Basic doesn’t mean bad! I think it looks nice!” Tisha said, turning her head over to Rodger in frustration.
“Alright Finn, you’re next!”
Finn stuck his hook in one of the pumpkins eyes and skilfully spun it around to face the judges. Finn’s pumpkin was similar to Sprouts, but instead of being a nice happy pumpkin, it was an angry sinister looking pumpkin, having sharp upside down triangular eyes, a triangular nose, and a sharp jagged smile.
“Ooooh! Spooky, Nice!”
“Spooky. I like it.”
“Thanks!” Finn gave the two of them his classic toothy grin.
“And finally Shrimpo! Show us your pumpkin!”
Shrimpo hesitated, looking down at his pumpkin and around the room. Eventually Shrimpo sighed, shakily turning around his pumpkin. Shrimpo’s pumpkin had two big cartoony eyes, no nose, and a big wide toothy grin with a big slit between one of the teeth, making it seem like it was missing a tooth.
“Is this just a smiley face?” Rodger asked, critically analysing Shrimpo’s pumpkin.
Tisha looked at it more carefully, looking at the expression before realising something. She looked at Shrimpo’s pumpkin and then up at Finn’s face.
“Shrimpo… is that supposed to be-”
“I couldn’t think of anything else! A-And Finn already took my idea!” he blushed, lifting his pumpkin over his face and covering it, making the similarities between it and Finn more apparent as they stood side to side.
“No! It looks good! I just didn’t recognize it! It’s very nice, Shrimpo!” she reassured him, Shrimpo sheepishly lowering it back down to the table in response.
Finn tried to turn his head around to get a glance at the pumpkin but couldn’t as Shrimpo grabbed it and hid it behind his back. “No peeking!”
“But I wanna sea it! Come on!” he begged.
“Show him Shrimpo! It looks great!”
Shrimpo sighed wearily, reluctantly pulling it out from behind his back and presenting it to Finn.
Finn’s eyes lit up and a wide smile formed on his face, “Oh my cod! It looks just like me!”
Shrimpo’s face flared up, his cheeks turning bright red at Finn’s compliment. “Thanks… yarrg…” he said as he set the pumpkin back down on the table.
“I like it too!” Sprout said.
“Mhm!” Cosmo nodded.
“Hey! You guys weren’t supposed to see it-” Shrimpo was cut off as Finn gave him a big hug, locking him in an embrace as Shrimpo shakily yet warmly reciprocated his hug.
As they hugged Rodger sighed, throwing his feet up on the table and leaning back on his chair. “Who do you think won, Tisha?”
“Hmmm… I don’t know! I think Cosmo’s is really cute but Finn’s is probably the best crafted one…” she put a finger up to her lip, contemplating on who had the best pumpkin.
“I think Finn’s is the best too.” Rodger replied. They both spoke amongst each other as Finn finally ended his hug, the two toons turning back around to face the judges as they wrapped up their discussion.
“Alright! We’ve decided on a winner!”
The room went silent.
“Finn wins! Good job!” she gave Finn a celebratory thumbs up, Rodger lightly clapping in the background to celebrate his win, Cosmo and Sprout joining in to clap with him.
Shrimpo couldn’t be mad at losing even if he wanted to. He was happy that his friend won and Finn’s approval meant more to him than any judges approval could ever hope to. Shrimpo joined in and clapped with the others.
“Thanks guys! I appre-sea-ate it a lot!” Finn joked, scraping the back of his head with his flimsy plastic hook.
“Alright, I think that’ll be us. Thanks for competing with us, guys!” Sprout walked up to the duo, offering Finn a handshake with Cosmo offering one to Shrimpo, the four of them happily shaking hands.
“No, thank you for inviting us!” Finn replied.
“Any time!” Sprout responded, ending his handshake with Finn and walking up to the judge table. “And thank you two for being here!” Sprout shook hands with both Rodger and Tisha. The toon’s eventually all filtered out of the room, Sprout and Cosmo leaving his and Sprouts pumpkins on the kitchen counter until it was only Shrimpo and Finn left.
“Hey Shrimpo!”
Shrimpo turned his head over to Finn, “Hm?”
“Mind if I take this home?” he lifted up Shrimpo’s pumpkin.
“Only if I can take yours home with me!” he blushed.
“Deal!” Finn responded.