CHAPTER 27

The Wha-cha-ma-call-it?

What is Emma dressed as, you ask?

Honestly, I have no idea.

This whole cursed candy crisis would be over by now if Emma had come as herself for Halloween. If you know Emma, then you know she’s an actual witch in real life with real magical abilities. (But don’t tell anyone. It’s supposed to be a secret.) I suppose she could’ve wiggled her nose, or simply snapped her fingers, or made a smelly potion, or done something witchy to fix everything and turn everyone back to normal.

Instead she came dressed up as a… well, a… I don’t know how to describe it. She came as… THAT.

What’s THAT?

Well, let’s see if I can make sense of THAT.

Emma went into her attic and found all kinds of stuff. She wore a hockey jersey and a nurse’s hat. She found an eye patch and a clown wig. She found a tentacle for one arm, and a superhero glove over the other. She had a hairy Bigfoot leg and a chicken leg. Then she added roller skates and wings.

So what was she? I don’t know! She was… THAT!

THAT’s what happened when Emma couldn’t decide on just one costume for Halloween and came dressed as a hockey-playing, crime-fighting, roller-skating, high-flying, part-time nurse, part-time clown, Sasquatch-chicken-octopus.

THAT’s what THAT is.

Emma is either a Halloween costume crazy person—or a total genius. Unfortunately, after eating the cursed candy, she became a crazy person, or crazy thing, or let’s just call her THAT, and started trying to devour (that’s a fancy word for “eat”) her fellow classmates.