Hobbling in, in all their gastly might, was Tulip. They wore a fake white beard over their shitty grin, their giant purple Pirate hat obscuring their eyes. They'd staggered over thanks to their wooden leg (-obviously fake but somehow made it work.)

They hobble over to Mint, who was peacefully eating her chips in the lounge. Growling in a sort of pirate tone, they poke the tip of their wooden sword directly into Mint's chest. "It do be a landlubber who be shoving chaaarps in 'er face." Without warning, they snag the packet away. "I declare this booty property of the Queen."

Mint glares at their mentally inept friend, golden eyes boring through the brave human. "Hey, what the fuck was that for!?"

The pirate growls again, "I be White Beard, the Pirate Cap'in!" They boast proudly. As if on cue, another Pirate-ly dressed girl walks in, only with... More peg legs than normal. The smaller hybrid pirate struggles to keep their place next to Tulip, sword waving hazardously, "Yaar."

"...And this be me first mate, Mickey the stupid." She finally looks at Mouse, and stares at her legs. "You be havin a mite too many peg legs there, Matie." She points out, poking at them with her sword. She takes the liberty of swiping her sword at one, making the smaller hybrid wobble slightly before standing with her real foot.

Mint crosses her arms, "You guys look ridiculous." Tulip glares at her playfully, growling (, In a Pirate-ly like fashion.)

"I've killed women for saying less than that, but I'll let you live. Seeing as how you're the only woman who'll let me shag the missus!"

Mint rolls her eyes, "So you two are going out trick or treating with the kids, huh?"

"We don't be the welcome wagon, if that's what you mean."

Mint grabs something from her satchel, two potato sacks big enough to fit 10 pounds of candy! "Well, have fun, you two."

The ugly pirate snags the sacks, "Lootin' always be a good time!" She hobbles off with Mouse, struggling to walk properly.

"Come along matey, We've got a Village to Pillage!" As they walk off, Mint sighs, slumping back into her chair. She grabs one last thing from her Satchel. An unopened box of Maltesers™.

Suddenly, Tulip hobbles back in. She stares at the Box of chocolates, then at her friend, then at the chocolates, then Mint. She then proceeds to stab the box with her surprisingly sharp wooden sword, "Mine." And walks off again.

"Hey!"