Trick or Treat // Complete

Trick or Treat

"So what you're saying is you've never been trick or treating before?" Davy gasped.

The four Monkees sat at the wobbly table playing a game of cards. Peter appeared to be winning.

Mike shrugged and laid a card on the table. "Well, no. Not really. I never had a costume when I was younger, so I stayed at home and passed out candy. It's your turn Micky."

Micky looked at his cards and frowned He drew from a messy pile of cards in the center.

"That's a drag. No kid should have to stay home on Halloween." Micky replied.

"Why don't we go trick or treating?" Peter suggested, smiling brightly.

Davy played his turn. "Yeah, that's a great idea. We can all dress up and get candy!"

They all looked at Mike for approval. He was hesitant.

"Please?" they asked.

"Mmm. Alright."

The table cheered. Peter laid all of his cards out on the table. "I win!"

•

"I don't know about all this. Nobody in their right mind is going to believe I'm a kid." Mike was dressed as a mummy. An overgrown mummy.

"If people ask, say you're on stilts." Davy the clown, patted his arm.

Peter and Micky also offered him words or encouragement. Their costumes were a scarecrow and Elvis, respectively.

An elderly woman opened the door. Davy was the only one who blended in with the group of kids.

"Trick or Treat!"

The woman handed out the candy with a gracious smile but paused when the band reached the door.

"Aren't you a little old to go trick or treating?"

"Why yes. Yes we are!" Peter exclaimed, flashing a big grin.

Mike began to back away. "Sorry to disturb you ma'am."

"No." Micky and Davy pulled Mike back.

"Trick or treat?" Davy asked again.

The woman sighed. "On account that you youngsters look like good honorable people, here." She dropped candy into each of their pillowcases. "And the fact that your costumes are so lovely."

Their faces lit up. "Thank you!"

"Now be careful out there. Some people may not be as kind to you. Happy Halloween!"

The door shut and the band continued their journey. The old woman was right. Most of the houses shut the doors right in their faces without acknowledging them. There were the few that were kind, or maybe they took pity.

The night grew late. Back at the pad, the table had a small pile of candy on it.

"Sorry it isn't much Michael." Peter said. "If you want, you can have my share."

"No, it's alright Pete." Mike answered. He smiled a wide genuine grin.

"What? What is it?" The question bounced among the other three.

Mike let out a small chuckle. "Thanks. This is the best Halloween a guy could ask for."