Is that what I think it is?

"Happy Halloween!" Scrintella exclaimed as she launched herself from the canopy of the now-bare snake trees, successfully landing onto the back of her furry target below.

"Augh! Wha-?! Scrin! Don't scare me like that!" The now-irritated monster snapped at her, lowering his brows in displeasure, "You know I've never liked it!"

"Oh, sorry Chake, but tonight is the night for scares! I just couldn't resist such a perfect opportunity!" The scrawnier of the two creatures chirped in her reverberating voice as she descended to the cool, damp soil below, allowing her friend to regain his composure, "You do know what holiday it is, don't you?"

Releasing a sigh, the orange-eyed male tilted his head to feign contemplation, "I know, I know, it's Halloween. I've always had mixed feelings about this occurence. I mean, it's basically an opportunity for the human world to glorify the monster stereotype. You know that, right? It just reinforces a negative image of our kind. We are not all evil, blood-thirsty killers..."

The gremlin-esque female threw out a bony hand and waved off his accusations, "Chake, please! You're missing the point of it all! It's not like they're trying make any kind of political statement. They're just trying to have fun! Besides, humans don't even believe we are real. How can you hold prejudices against something that 'doesn't exist'? Plus, the bonus of it all is that we can go romping around in their world on this night and they won't recognize us for what we really are!"

Recalling Scrintella's plans from yesterday, a concerned expression grew across Chake's muzzle, "Scrin, you didn't..."

"Yep! I sure did it! How else would you explain THIS?!" Somehow retrieving an item from behind her back that should otherwise have been too large to hide, the skeletal monster presented a plastic orange pumpkin filled with various artificial foodstuffs.

The gray-and-black beast pointed a large claw at the obviously human artifact, his tone reflecting his lack of surprise, "Is that what I think it is? Seriously? You really went out and trick-or-treated? Didn't I tell you that was dangerous? What if you had been caught?!"

Placing the container of sweetened goods on the ground, Scrintella put her hands on her hips and shook her head, "Chake, Chake, you worry too much! I actually got a lot of compliments while I was out there! Lots of people said I had the best Chupacabra costume they'd ever seen!"

"Chupaca...?"

"Yeah, I don't know what that word means either, but I loved all of the attention I was getting! I had tons of fun! You should come with me next time!"

Crinkling his nose at the invitation, Chake admitted his distaste for the thought, "I...no...there's no way I'd do that. Even if I wanted to, I'm way too old for that kind of stuff, and so are you!"

"Hey, I'm only 12 years old!" Scrintella protested.

"You know we age twice as fast as humans..." The more logical of the two stated plainly.

"It's not like theeeey know that!" The big-eared critter rebutted as she tilted her head, yielding a toothy grin full of lively mischief.

Admitting defeat, Chake wiped a paw over his face, "Fine, whatever. I just don't understand what you would want all of that candy for. It's not like you can digest it."

Scrintella dug her hands into the cauldron of saccharine treats, lifting them up and allowing them to spill through her fingers back into container below, "That's true, but I was mostly saving them as souvenirs. I hear that candy lasts forever. You think that's true? Maybe it's magical or something."

"Eh, I doubt it. Nothing lasts forever. Well, except for your inexhaustible ability to keep my life from being boring, it seems." It was at this point that Chake finally allowed himself to wear a small grin. She really was like an overly energetic little sister to him at times.

"You're welcome!" The smaller of the two answered, crossing her arms over her prized pumpkin and sticking her tongue out playfully.