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Trick-or-Treating
as a Ghoul Brother
"Let's
double-check that we have everything," I said. "Extra
make-up"
"Check."
"Treat
bags?"
"Check."
"Secret
Weapon?"
Chip patted
his pocket and grinned a ghoulish grin. "Check."
"Be
home before seven," Mom called after us.
"We
will."
"Don't
go into Johnson's Woods after dark."
"We
won't."
"Don't
forget your sister."
Chip and I
froze.
"Sister?"
I asked, pretending to act surprised. "The Ghoul Brothers don't
have a sister. You must have mistaken us for the Goblin Brothers."
Mom didn't
hear. "Daphne!" she called. "The boys are ready to
go!"
My little
sister tippy-toed out of her bedroom. She was dressed as a butterfly.
She wore a froo-froo skirt and frilly wings. Two feelers on her head
bobbed with every step. Boing-Boing.
Chip moaned.
I groaned.
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