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[evil_koala_626]

Never mind the zombies, the ghouls, the vampires, the spooks, the specters, the goblins, the gremlins and all other manner of creature of the night that supposedly roams the world today. You want to know the scariest thing one might come across on All Hallow's Eve?

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"That

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[garbage_boy]

Linguini is distracted from glancing around huntedly, half-expecting to see Colette jump out from somewhere and do something horrible to him for stealing her face, by the MANIACAL LAUGHTER.

He looks up into the rafters.

Milliways is pretty consistent. Days that start off perturbingly weird are usually perturbingly weird at the end, and also the middle parts.

[evil_koala_626]

Nothing to see here. Just a small alien brachiating back and forth across the rafters at an alarming speed.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!"

[garbage_boy]

"What are you--"

The lady yelps and ducks to avoid any possible ALIEN TO THE SKULL should said alien decide to jump out of the rafters. It seems like something he'd do.

[evil_koala_626]

Oh please. Stitch is nimbler than that.

Whether or not she takes a pillow case of candy to the skull is another matter. Pillow cases filled with candy are rather unweildy like that.

[garbage_boy]

Ah, but on purpose? He doesn't seem to be getting tired of the rafters, though.

AND SHE'S DOWN

Candy goes flying everywhere like the contents of so many burst piñatas. Suddenly he half wishes Colette was here, since he can't help feeling somewhat irrationally that she'd know what to do.

"What's going on? What iz zees?!"

[evil_koala_626]

Zees would be an alien suddenly scrabbling frantically around on the floor. His candy!

D:!

[garbage_boy]

Linguette will just scramble to his smaller feet, and puzzle over why giving candy to Stitch in the first place would seem like a good idea to someone, since obviously it did.

[evil_koala_626]

His is fuzzy and adorable!

Um.

Stitch turns to glare at this unknown candy assailant. And catches her scent.

There really is no way to do the cackling justice.

[garbage_boy]

"What?" the candy assailant says suspiciously. That cannot mean anything good.

[evil_koala_626]

There are no words, just continued mirth. Stitch falls over backwards roaring with laughter.

Eventually, gasping for air, the alien peers up... Yup. There he goes again.

[garbage_boy]

>_<

The indignant, irritated, confused expression is happy with this immigration to more fruitful land, if only temporarily. (Hopefully temporarily.)

[evil_koala_626]

Minutes pass. Stitch's amusement does not.

At long last the laughter subsides to snickering. His shoulders contiune to shake silently.

"Aloha, Pastahead!"

[garbage_boy]

There is undignified open-mouthed gaping.

"What... How do you..."

Well, that probably cinched it.

And you were doing such a good job at being incognito, Linguini.

[evil_koala_626]

'Oh please' says Stitch's expression. The amusement has not left him. Not by a long shot.

"'s you." He taps his nose.

[garbage_boy]

'Oh. That,' Linguette's expression says back.

"Wuh-- well. Only for today," (s)he mutters kind of defeatedly.

CAN YOU SMELL HIS DOUBT, STITCH?

CAN YOU?