“Fred, go get the door!”
“I’m busy.”
“Fred! I’m doing my makeup!”
“Me too.”
“FRED. Just answer it.”
“I’m VERY busy!”
“Eating candy doesn’t count!”
“It does in my world.”
“You live in a twisted little world, Fred!”
“It’s comfortable here!”
“UGH. FRED. FINE. I’ll get the door!”
“What in the….”
“Do you like it?”
“Uh…”
“I made it myself!”
“You sure did.”
“I think it’s imaginative.”
“So imaginative, no one will know what it is.”
“Of course they will.”
“I thought you were going to answer the door.”
“Oh right.”
“Joan?”
“Fred. They thought I was Goldilocks.”
“You aren’t?”
“OF COURSE I’M NOT!”
“But you have blonde hair.”
“But it’s made of yarn!”
“And…?”
“I’m Raggedy Anne!”
“Her hair is red.”
“I only had yellow yarn.”
“Well I can see why the kids were confused.”
“Every part of my costume is perfect, other than the yellow hair.”
“I bet if you asked anyone to describe Raggedy Anne, the first thing they’d say is “red hair”.”
“No, they’d say YARN hair.”
“You KNOW that’s not true, Joan.”
“Sure it is!”
“No one pays attention to textiles of doll hair like you do, Joan.”
“Well maybe everyone else is UNREFINED.”
“Are you saying that everyone in the world is unrefined except for you, Joan? You’re dressed up like a rag doll with a bad dye job.”
“Can’t you be supportive of me? It’s for the children!”
“Of course I can. You make a beautiful Goldilocks.”
“FRED.”
“The doorbell is ringing again.”
“They thought I was Goldilocks.”
“I’m sorry they didn’t understand your costume, Raggedy Yellow-Haired Anne. See, this is me being supportive. Why are you smiling? You were so upset with me when I said you were Goldilocks.”
“The kids asked me where Mama, Papa and Baby Bear were.”
“Oh?”
“I said that Mama and Baby were Trick-or-Treating.”
“What about Papa Bear? He didn’t go Trick-or-Treating?”
“No. He’s VERY busy.”
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