A Very Odd Halloween

Two

Nervously pushing open the gate, Otis looked around what had just this morning been an ordinary field. He had to admit that the decorating committee had done a nice job. Orange lights were strung from above, glowing softly. A bunch of tables and chairs were set up on one side, filled with chatting agents in costume. On another side, there was a dance floor with live music, and in one part, there was apparently some sort of carnival attractions or something.

A mummy raced up excitedly. "Hey, Otis! Did you see the food table? They have candy apples and caramel apples and chocolate apples and apples dipped in caramel dipped in chocolate dipped in candy then rolled in sprinkles!" Otis stepped back a bit, regarding Otto's costume, which was by now covered in chocolate.

A black cat slinked up. "The cider's pretty good too," commented Olive reservedly, sipping from a paper cup. "Obviously. Oprah knows her juice."

"And the donuts! They have chocolate, frosted, glazed, maple, rainbow sprinkles, jelly, powdered, caramel,-" Otto's recitation was cut short by Olive. "And someone had way too many. Seriously, I get suggesting donuts, but did you really have to suggest 44 flavors? What even is 'glorble?' " She cringed, imagining the taste of it. 

"It isn't. I made it up. Also, they asked for suggestions! Besides, I haven't had too many. I've only had seven!... Of each type..." Otis watched with slight amusement as Otto wildly gesticulated with one hand, munching on a donut with the other.

Olive rolled her eyes. "My point exactly. Save some for the other agents, partner."

"Hey guys!" Oscar popped up, adjusting his glasses. He had on a metallic outfit with sparkly accents, and he topped it off with a futuristic helmet.

"...Nice robot costume, Oscar," Otis said thoughtfully. Oscar grinned. "Thanks! I used my new costumeinator to make it!"

"Wait-you have a costumeinator?" Otto looked at Oscar, then glared at Olive. She smirked. "I thought you knew. If you started reading his newsletters, you would find out about stuff like this sooner." She turned to Otis and whispered, "He forgot about it until this morning, and so he just raided the supply closets in our squad and called himself a mummy." Otis nodded. "Ah."

"You're reading my newsletters?" Oscar looked at Olive curiously, who shrugged. "It's required that at least one Ms./Mr. O reads all the letters from heads of departments, and seeing as he's definitely not going to read them..." She trailed off, gesturing to Otto, who had resumed bouncing around like a bunny on a sugar high.

"Well, I'm going back to the food table. See ya!" Otto rushed towards the refreshments. Olive quickly caught up to him, pulling him back by the collar. "You've had way too much sweet stuff, Otto."

"I have not! I'll be fine, I promise!" Otto whined. Olive groaned. "Remember the last time you said you'd be 'fine'? You woke up the next morning exhausted, and slept through three meetings. I had to write four hundred seventy-two apology notes!"

Otto looked up at Olive with puppy dog eyes. "Pleeeeease?" Olive sighed, looking for a way to distract him. "If you do, I'll give another one of your spare suits to Oren so he can use it as another Halloween costume."

Otto stared at her, eyes wide. "What do you mean, 'another'?" Olive smirked. "I think he's over at the dance floor." Otto turned around quickly, where there was indeed a purple figure chatting with the others. Rushing off, he yelled, "OREN! GIVE IT BACK! NOT COOL, DUDE!" Olive sighed in relief. "Well, that worked. Don't look at me like that, Otis, he had given one to me to throw away because it had pizza stains all over the front. A little washing, and it was good as new, but I didn't tell him that." She winked, heading over to the dance floor. "You, on the other hand, should totally check out the refreshments. Olympia said you'd like the leaf cookies."

"Wait-" Before Otis could ask where Olympia went, she disappeared. It wasn't that hard, because she was wearing mostly black and it was getting dark. Oh well. "Well, I'm off to the snack table. Bye, Oscar." Oscar grinned.  "Have a good one, bro."