Post by writerchic16 on Jun 14, 2020 21:49:31 GMT
There's Christmas in July, so why not Halloween in June? (We've all lost track of what month it is anyway.)
I'm watching So Weird again on Disney Plus, and “Boo” got on my nerves more than it usually does. This is the type of show that should've had an amazing Halloween episode. But instead of magic and ghosts, we get...unfunny zombies, and no ties at all to ongoing story arcs. So I wrote my own one-shot that replaces Boo with an actual So Weird “Halloween.”
Here's the link and a preview:
“Trick or treat! Smell our feet! Give us something good to eat!”
Fiona Phillips heard the demand from her front porch loud and clear. Trick-or-treaters began at three 'o clock, even earlier, arriving in swarms of vampires, werewolves and zombies. Some of the older kids dressed as pop singers and boy band members. None of it had anything to do with the real supernatural, so Fi felt grumpier than usual this year.
“Boo humbug,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as she reached for the big bowl of candy. She went to the front porch and tossed handfuls into outstretched bags, refusing to utter “Happy Halloween” as the kids dutifully thanked her. At least Fi waited until the group left before she slammed the door closed.
She wished her brother or mother could tackle candy duty, but they were both getting ready to go out. Molly had scheduled the tour so she could make it back home for the Hope Springs Halloween Festival. While she didn't love Halloween either, the festival coordinator was a family friend who'd begged her to perform. Molly only caved when she heard that benefits from the event went to local charities. Meanwhile, Jack was thrilled to be home on Halloween and looked forward to partying with all his old friends.
As Fi returned the candy bowl to the coffee table, Molly made her entrance down the stairs, reluctantly wearing a costume. She'd paired a sparkly white jacket with a pale silk shirt, jeans and white boots to match. Molly's hair was about a foot higher than normal – Fi wondered how her mother did it. Before her amused daughter could comment, Molly said, “Fi, I know you're not happy about candy duty, but I don't want you slamming the door all night long.”
“Sorry,” Fi replied with a shrug. “So, uh, what's with the getup? I thought you didn't do costumes – for Halloween, that is.” While her mother didn't mind them for music videos and other occasions, she had a strange aversion to celebrating Halloween. Molly claimed there were too many memories of Fiona's father related to this particular day. When Fi pressed for details, her mother always changed the subject.
Molly groaned at Fi's question. “The festival has a rule that all performers need to dress up. I tried to get out of it, but since that didn't work...tada.” She showed off the outfit with an exaggerated pose.
“But who are you supposed to be?”
“Myself,” Molly answered, chuckling. “I dug out one of my flashier PKB tour outfits, circa 1982...uh, maybe, definitely early eighties. That's the year I'm telling people when they ask, anyway. It's a costume but not a costume at the same time.”
Fiona smirked. “Okay, I can appreciate a little Halloween rebellion. We might not have the same reasons, but I'll take any support for the cause.”
I'm watching So Weird again on Disney Plus, and “Boo” got on my nerves more than it usually does. This is the type of show that should've had an amazing Halloween episode. But instead of magic and ghosts, we get...unfunny zombies, and no ties at all to ongoing story arcs. So I wrote my own one-shot that replaces Boo with an actual So Weird “Halloween.”
Here's the link and a preview:
“Trick or treat! Smell our feet! Give us something good to eat!”
Fiona Phillips heard the demand from her front porch loud and clear. Trick-or-treaters began at three 'o clock, even earlier, arriving in swarms of vampires, werewolves and zombies. Some of the older kids dressed as pop singers and boy band members. None of it had anything to do with the real supernatural, so Fi felt grumpier than usual this year.
“Boo humbug,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as she reached for the big bowl of candy. She went to the front porch and tossed handfuls into outstretched bags, refusing to utter “Happy Halloween” as the kids dutifully thanked her. At least Fi waited until the group left before she slammed the door closed.
She wished her brother or mother could tackle candy duty, but they were both getting ready to go out. Molly had scheduled the tour so she could make it back home for the Hope Springs Halloween Festival. While she didn't love Halloween either, the festival coordinator was a family friend who'd begged her to perform. Molly only caved when she heard that benefits from the event went to local charities. Meanwhile, Jack was thrilled to be home on Halloween and looked forward to partying with all his old friends.
As Fi returned the candy bowl to the coffee table, Molly made her entrance down the stairs, reluctantly wearing a costume. She'd paired a sparkly white jacket with a pale silk shirt, jeans and white boots to match. Molly's hair was about a foot higher than normal – Fi wondered how her mother did it. Before her amused daughter could comment, Molly said, “Fi, I know you're not happy about candy duty, but I don't want you slamming the door all night long.”
“Sorry,” Fi replied with a shrug. “So, uh, what's with the getup? I thought you didn't do costumes – for Halloween, that is.” While her mother didn't mind them for music videos and other occasions, she had a strange aversion to celebrating Halloween. Molly claimed there were too many memories of Fiona's father related to this particular day. When Fi pressed for details, her mother always changed the subject.
Molly groaned at Fi's question. “The festival has a rule that all performers need to dress up. I tried to get out of it, but since that didn't work...tada.” She showed off the outfit with an exaggerated pose.
“But who are you supposed to be?”
“Myself,” Molly answered, chuckling. “I dug out one of my flashier PKB tour outfits, circa 1982...uh, maybe, definitely early eighties. That's the year I'm telling people when they ask, anyway. It's a costume but not a costume at the same time.”
Fiona smirked. “Okay, I can appreciate a little Halloween rebellion. We might not have the same reasons, but I'll take any support for the cause.”