A Haughty Pirate
A mile or so away, there was another girl starting her Halloween night. She decided to be a pirate of sorts and wore a short, flouncy skirt, a black and red bustier, and stiletto heels, cuffed from the cement that she fell on as she walked from party to party. One of these parties was hosted by The Bumblebee and the Pumpkin. The Pirate hadn’t been invited, her invitation came from a friend of a friend, but she decided her presence at this event was to be highly regarded. She hadn’t blessed everyone’s party with an appearance.
With two Ninjas and Alice leaving her wonderland to enter another, the Pirate walked in the party and began to mingle. But after a few drinks, this little pirate had to empty her barrel, so she headed to the bathroom.
A Scuffle Breaks Out
While walking the seven feet to the bathroom, the Pirate bumped into the orange character.
“Move it, pumpkin,” she grumbled as she shoved the wide-eyed host.
“How rude,” the bruised pumpkin commented to a friend. After searching for the Pirate’s connection to the party, the Pumpkin concluded that she was an uninvited guest. Noticing that the Pirate moved outside, she decided to solve the mystery.
“Who do you know here?” inquired the pumpkin, her cheeks growing more and more rosy, “do you know the Pumpkin? What’s my name, huh?”
“Uhh,” the Pirate stuttered, thrown off by the Pumpkin’s courage.
“Do you know the Bumblebee? What’s her name?”
At this point, a group of characters formed around the assertive Pumpkin and the alarmed pirate. One of these characters, dressed as a used car salesman from the 70s, was the Pumpkin’s boyfriend.
“Well, I know Erwin,” said the Pirate uncertainly.
“Wrong answer,” smirked the Pumpkin. Get outta my house.”
And with her final statement, the Pumpkin gladly allowed the Car Salesman and his retro pals to send the bad-mannered pirate back to her galley. Next year, the Pumpkin will stay with her posse and the Pirate will be nicer to strangers.
