Imagine Mikala, Josie, and Simon on a rushed rush-hour trek to Champion Party Supply in search of judge's robes, red stockings, a birdcage, a blue parasol, skull-and-crossbones patches, big gold buckles, and a Storm Trooper costume. The place is mobbed, of course -- desperate women demanding vampire fangs and spiderweb veils, entire families trying on pirate garb, shopping baskets full of blue and magenta wigs abandoned in the aisles.
After discovering that they were out of Storm Trooper costumes in his size, Simon settled on Darth Vader: "I want to be on the Dark Side this year. I've never been anything this bad before!" Then he looked up and saw two uniformed police officers leaning up against the wall smiling at him.
"Are they real police officers" he whispered, "or are they wearing costumes?"
"I think they're real," said his mother, "but we could ask them."
"Yes, we're really police officers," one of them volunteered (remarkably cheerfully, given that this was probably the hundredth time today he'd been confronted with this question).
"Oh well, you probably can't tell us where the red tights are then, can you," sighed Mikala, distractedly checking her shopping list.
"Up against that wall back there," said one officer, promptly pointing the way, "but there's only red and black striped left."
"Or fishnets," said the other.
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you CRACK ME UP! Thanks.
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