Iplier House

Treat!

"Treat!" Screamed reporter Jim, standing in front of Googleplier, holding out an empty pillow case.

Google looked over Jim who was wearing a tiger striped headband with cat ears, then into the empty sack. "The phrase is trick or treat."

"Treat!" Jim repeated.

Google stared at him a moment, before a frustrated whirring sound left him. "No."

"Trick!" Came the voice of camera Jim who had been standing behind the android and promptly sprayed his back with shaving cream.

"Run Jim, run!" Cried out reporter Jim, scampering off into the house as Google turned to glare at camera Jim, who was wearing a leopard headband with ears. Camera Jim stumbled backwards, dropping his can of shaving cream so he could grab his camera with two hands and ran off in the other direction.

"Robots, Jim! Robots!" Camera Jim screamed out.

Wilford Warfstache strolled into the room, dressed in white glittery pants, and a pink glittery jacket, with a pink afro on his head that matched his mustache. "Festive." He grinned, motioning to the mess on Google's back.

"Wilford, would you please help me?" Google groaned.

"Aw, sure." Wilford stepped up behind the android.

"What are you... supposed to be?" Google asked.

Wilford clicked his tongue. "I'm Wilford Warfstache!"

Google turned his head to watch the mad man, who seemed to be doing more smearing than cleaning. "It is not a costume?"

"Costume?" Wilford glanced down at himself then back up at Google. "I dressed up for the ladies."

Google simply stared for a moment. "You expect that will get you ladies?"

"Trick or treaters bring their moms!" Wilford smirked.

"Dark said you are not allowed to man the door... after last year." Google uttered.

Wilford sighed. "Carrying around a guitar and being a musician is not a costume! And 17 is too old to trick or treat."

Google pulled away from Wilford, now certain that he wasn't even attempting to clean the cream away. "You did not need to stab him."

Wilford shrugged. "Filled the hole with candy, didn't I?"

"The doctors who saved his life, were not amused by that." Dark groaned, adjusting his tie as he entered the room.

"Then you should have let Dr. Iplier patch him up, huh old boy?" Wilford grinned.

"King will hand out the candy this year. He is the only one who does well with children." Dark declared.

"Cause he is a child." Ed chuckled, leaning in the doorway.

A man in a suit walked in and sprawled out on the couch, smiling. "Yandereiplier is actually a child... that doesn't make him good with them."

"He's a teenager." Ed grunted. "Teenagers aren't good for nothin'. Unless you think they are? Ed Junior is still-"

"No." Bim cleared his throat.

A man sized squirrel entered the room, and gasped. "None of you are dressed!"

Dark cracked his neck. "My costume is Darkiplier. I will not be the only one with the costume... but I will be the best."

Bim chuckled, pointing at Dark. "I like that! My costume is Bim Trimmer!"

Google nodded. "Wilford did also say he was Wilford Warfstache. It seems to be a theme."

"Come on..." The squirrel whined, and flipped the hooded squirrel head back to reveal King, who had been wearing his crown inside the costume. "The Jims dressed up!"