"Ugh, John don't you think we're too old to dress up every year for Halloween?" Paul grumbled. "I mean this is like, what, the third year in a row where we ended up in a oneshot where we get ready to go trick or treating."
"Hey I'm just glad I don't have to go as a vampire again this year." George remarked, this year he decided to go as an undead racecar driver. "I dunno what the two Rs on my outfit stand for, the store said this was something from the future. I'll just assume it means Rushing Rusher or something, I can't imagine what else it would mean."
"Or maybe Racing Rocket, I think this cool pizza delivery boy outfit fits me well." Ringo replied. He was skating over on a red skateboard and fell off immediately. "Man, skateboarding is nothing like driving. Just call me Peppercorn Ringo! Ironic since I can't digest anything that greasy, have you decided what you'll dress as, Paul?"
The bassist just grumbled, he was in no mood to do something so childish. At least it was to him, but John insisted they at least dress up even if they won't get candy. "I've already chosen my costume, a nudist on strike."
That response led to everyone staring at Paul, heavily judging him for such a lazy costume. "..... Alright fine, I'll go pick a stupid costume. But I don't see why all four of us have to dress up every year. I mean it's not like Brian or our wives ever joined us in such a juvenile ev-"
But before Paul could finish his sentence, Brian popped up wearing a white gi with a long fake beard. He immediately gave Paul a good bonk with his plastic bo staff. "Now Paul, every year you keep saying that but then you end up bragging about how you're in the greatest costume ever made by humankind. Besides, this is the only time of the year when you can go around in a costume without anyone judging you."
"Ugh, fine. But this will be the last year I ever do anything Halloween related!" Paul grumbled, of course everyone knew it would be far from the final time he would do this, not as long as Halloween continues to exist. "I guess I'll go as this secret agent guy. Although with the big lime green A on the outfit it can't be too secretive." Paul grumbled. "Well there's still John, when's he gonna be done getting dressed? He must have gone through at least ten costumes on his way here!"
"Well first it was that blue knight, but he didn't like it so he went with a doorman outfit, then it was that adventurer with the red ascot and fedora, after that he was some kind of mechanic with a helmet and cape. Ah, here he comes now."
And of course the rhythm guitarist had to make a big entrance as a giant Lego block. "And boy do these clamp hands make it hard to pick things up, but this is the perfect costume! Huh, I think I'm sensing a trend with everything we've dressed up as. Oh well, the night is still young and there's candy to get! Let's get going."
Paul rolled his eyes as he followed John and the others to the streets. "Let's just get this over with so we can go home and wait for Bonfire Night."
