Author's Note: Yep, I know, you're groaning cause it's horror movies.
Well, I warned you! :)
Thank you's to the creators of: Psycho, Arachniphobia, Halloween, Halloween 6, Halloween H20, IT, and Scream, for the miscellaneous quotes, recreations of scenes turned my way, etc., etc., etc.,
Shirley Holmes and Bo Sawchuk walked up to Stink Paterson's front door. Bo pushed the doorbell and heard a loud giggle instead of the usual "ding-dong." Well, that's Stink for you, Bo thought as he surpressed a laugh.
"You know I just don't get it," Bo said, looking at his girfriend, "Why would Stink invite us to his house if Molly's there? I hate Molly."
"Molly's not the only one there, remember. Stink said it was important."
Shirley answered, waiting for someone to open the door.
"Yeah, but I thought he was over her." Bo replied, Shirley could only
shrug.
Behind the door, Shirley could hear six footsteps. Four belonged to-she was guessing-Barf, Stink's dog and the other two belong to Stink. Suddenly the door opened and Shirley saw Stink wearing his Dad's famous Brain Hat, Barf came out and jumped on Bo, who greeted him with the same sort of enthusiasm.
"Hi guys!" Stink greeted them happily, "It's about time you showed. Follow me into the living room. I have news of big."
"News of big?" Bo raised his eyebrows, "Don't you mean big news?"
Stink just shrugged, "It sounds better the way I say it."
Shirley smiled and looked at Bo, they followed Stink through the house into their living room, where Shirley saw Molly Hardy seated primly at the edge of the chair not surprisingly, in a corner by herself. Alicia Gianelli and Carson Jordans were sitting on the floor leaning on the couch. On the couch was Bart James. Shirley and Bo took a seat on the couch opposite of the one Bart was sitting on.
"I'm bored already." Molly muttered, glaring at Shirley. She gave a yawn.
"So what's this 'news of big'?" Alicia asked. Stink paced excitedly.
"Well you know Laff A lot?" Stink asked. No one said anything until Shirley finally spoke up.
"Isn't your Dad's company competitors with that company? You guys are in this never ending race to finish first."
Stink smiled.
"So Bob, what do we have for the lucky lady?" He said in a television announcer's voice.
"Oh get to it." Molly snapped. Stink glared at her. The only reason he had invited Molly was because she was Alicia's good friend. But even then he could see that Alicia seemed to prefer the company of Shirley and Bo since she had met Carson.
"Well anyways, Laugh Riot and Laff A lot merged two months ago!" Stink announced.
"What does that mean?" Carson asked, putting his arm around Alicia.
"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything at the time, because Dad was afraid that we'd jinx it, but now I can speak. This month sales went through the roof!" Stink yelled happily.
"And.....?" Bo said, urging him to continue.
"Dad gets a very large percentage of the profits!!! WE'RE RICH!!! And I mean it! Like richer then we are now!" Stink shrieked.
"Are you serious?" Shirley asked, in awe.
"YEP!!!" Stink yelled.
"What does this have to do with us? You know what, I don't care, I have more important things to think about... like my trip to Hawaii in two days." Molly said, making her absolute boredom very apparent. Stink shot her another glare.
"Well Ms. Hardy, I'm inviting you all to a magalo party-"
"Magalo?" Bo whisperd to Shirley.
"I think it means big. Like magalomaniac, I have no idea. I think he just likes the word." Shirley whispered back.
"And it's going to be huge. I mean, it's going to be MONDO. I mean just hugely huge, spectacular, you will never again be invited to a party as HUGE no, bigger-"
"Just get to the point. I'm tired of you stressing the importance of the word 'big' in several different usages of the word." Bart interrupted. Everyone looked at him.
"Okay, it's going to be big. And I want a theme. A major theme. I mean such a huge theme, it's ridiculous, because my party is going to be so huge, you are going to be so wrapped up in that theme it's gonna be great. The only problem is, is that I can't think of the theme. So I want suggestions. And whatever one I like best, we have."
"What about 18th century?" Molly asked. Stink looked at her.
"Uh, lesse..... no." He said bitterly, wishing that he could somehow dis-invite Molly.
"Mystery themed." Shirley suggested. Bo grabbed her hand.
"That's my Shirley." He said.
"Please." Molly muttered, crossing her arms.
"That's an okay idea." Stink said.
"What about like.... um, clothes?" Alicia spoke up, "Well not clothes,
like a fashion show or...."
Her voice faded off and she sunk into the couch, embarrassed.
"What about UFO's?" Bart asked, eagerly. Everyone groaned.
"An insane asylum?" Carson offered.
"I'm liking that idea." Stink told him.
"This isn't getting anywhere." Alicia announced, "So why don't we just each write out a theme- a good theme- on a sheet of paper and stick it in Stink's brain hat. Stink can draw out a sheet of paper and whatever the theme is we have. That way it's fair and no one gets hurt."
"That's a good idea. I mean, I'm willing to go along with whatever theme I picked. Dad rented out a studio out on main street! He's really serious about this whole celebration thing. Now that we're rich and all." Stink said with a false modesty.
He got out several sheets of paper and handed them out to everyone. They took a minute to write out what they would like the party to be themed and stuck them in a hat. Shirley held the hat above Stink's hand as he drew out the paper. Excitedly, he opened it and smiled. He high-fived Bo.
"Awesome man! This is going to be great!" Stink said.
"You picked mine?" Bo asked.
"Yep. I am pleased to announce that the theme for the party will be horror movies, written in by none other than are psycho obsessed horror movie freak local Bo Sawchuk!" Stink said.
"UFOS... horror movies. There's a relation in there somewhere..." Bart shrugged.
"That's cool." Carson and Alicia said at the same time. Molly sat there silently fuming, wishing that Stink would disinvite her.
"It's a big studio. I mean big. I could like.... hey! I could set up several different things of horror movies...." The wheels in Stink's head began rolling.
"That'll cost a lot." Bo warned, "I mean, think how much it would cost to recreate a set."
"Trust me man. We have money to spare." Stink assured him. Bo smiled at the thought.
"You could do the whole H20 set you know... or the Freddy one where his arms down the wall... that was freaky. Thinking of Halloween makes me think of that chant they had at the beginning of the movie... how did it go? Black cats and goblins and witches and ghosts, covens of witches with all of their hosts... I can't believe I don't remember the rest!" Bo bit his lip, trying to think of the rest of the poem.
"I swear you're obsessed with that movie." Shirley said, shaking her head.
"I am not!" Bo said in defense.
"Who ELSE has the Michael Myer's collectable action figure that we know of? Plus the soundtrack, and the map of Haddonfield?" Shirley countered.
"I'm not obsessing, I'm fascinated."
Suddenly the doorbell rang, Shirley jumped at the unexpected noise.
"I'll be right back." Stink said, wandering down the hall to the front door. He opened it and no one was there, but a package was resting on the stoop. He picked it up and wandered back into the living room.
"Who was it?" Shirley inquired.
"I dunno. But this was on the doorstep." Stink said, he opened it, and saw a sheet of paper accompanied by a knife.
"What the..." He muttered, Shirley came up behind him, Bo followed.
"Open it." Shirley urged him. Stink did as he was told. Placing the knife carefully on the coffee table close to him, he opened the note slowly. The writing was in red, bearing a close resembelance to blood, the note read:
"You may think they scare me, you're probably right. Black cats and
goblins on Halloween. Trick or treat.
SOON. dread sundown $.... [48h]"