Tricks, Treats, And Martian Mayhem

"Behind you! He's behind you!" Vinnie yelled at the TV, practically bouncing off the couch as he clutched a pillow in a death grip.
Naturally, the character in the movie didn't hear him, despite the rather impressive volume Vinnie managed to produce.
"Come on! It's so obvious he's behind the door! Turn arou—no, wait! Don't check the closet! Look behind you! BEHIND YOU!"

Beside him on the couch, Modo flinched, his ears twitching as he looked up from his James Bomb book with a furrowed brow.
"Could you please keep it down, bro? You're making my ears bleed."

Vinnie either didn't hear or simply chose to ignore his gray-furred bro, his red eyes fixed on the screen, wide open in disbelief at the sheer stupidity of the character on screen.
"Stop asking if anyone's there and just TURN THE FUCK AROUND! Shit, how hard can it be?!"

Modo exchanged a weary look with Throttle, who was lounging in the big, comfy chair in the corner of Charley's small yet cozy living room, flipping through a biker magazine.
The tan-furred mouse just shrugged and tapped his finger against his forehead.
"He's lost it", he mouthed.
"Obviously," Modo mouthed back, glancing over at Vinnie, who looked ready to rip the pillow to shreds in sheer frustration.

The thought briefly crossed the big Martian's mind that letting Vinnie watch a horror movie was the textbook definition of a bad idea, but he quickly shrugged it off.
At least the guy was occupied for a change.
Better this than hearing him whine about being bored or, worse, challenging them to something ridiculous like a burping contest like he did yesterday and the day before that.
Satisfied, Modo turned his focus back to his book.

Meanwhile, Vinnie remained blissfully unaware of their silent exchange as he now leaped off the couch, dropping into a flawless knee-slide across the carpet before grabbing both sides of the TV.
"Your foolishness is going to get you killed! Is that what you want? Huh? Is that what you want?!" he demanded, pressing his nose against the screen.

*DING DONG*

Vinnie, easily distracted as ever, tore his gaze from the TV, his red eyes darting to the wall clock.
Past six.
Which meant that the garage was closed.
Then why was someone ringing the bell?
He squinted, attempting to make sense of this new mystery, but then he got hit by this so-called 'lightbulb moment', telling him he actually didn't care.
With a shrug, he returned to the movie, just in time to see the killer emerge from the shadows.
The doorbell already forgotten, Vinnie squeaked, practically bouncing on his knees as he pointed at the screen.
"Aaarrghh! There he is! Run, bitch, run!"

*DING DONG*

"Ugh, come on... CHARLEY! There's someone at the door!", Vinnie yelled without taking his gaze away from the television, irritated by this constant disturbance and that while the cheesy movie finally reached its summit of suspense.

But instead of Charley's somewhat melodic voice, it was Modo's heavy one that answered.
"She ain't here."

While keeping half an eye on the television, Vinnie partially turned his head in his gray-furred bro's direction.
"Then where is she?"

"Something about buying candy."

That made Vinnie look over, puzzled.
"Candy? But she doesn't even eat—"

*DING DONG*

"OKAY, OKAY! Calm your tits, geez", and Vinnie scrambled to his feet.

"Don't forget your helmet, bro", Throttle pointed out without looking up from his magazine.

Still softly cursing under his breath, Vinnie snatched his helmet off the table and stomped down the stairs to the garage.
After shoving it on, he yanked the door open, fully prepared to give whoever was out there hell for interrupting his first horror movie experience.