As the werewolf disc jockey howled and finished alluding to the costume he was wearing, the opening notes of David Bowie's ♫Let's Dance♫ started to fill the air.*
Melissa Jenkins and Trevor Tyson walked hand in hand out to the dance floor, passing another couple dressed like Jacques Cousteau and a mermaid**. But the two only had eyes for each other as they started dancing together.
MEANWHILE...
"So, how do we get that Melissa Jenkins to drink the punch if we want Alice Decrux to fuck all of us?" one were-raccoon asked the others.***
"Dang if I know," admitted the second. "Obviously somehow we've got to distract the big guy," he added, referring to the werebull she was dancing with.
"Hmmm..." said the first were-raccoon. "This cowboy outfit I'm wearing came with cap pistols. Any of you have water guns?"
"I do!" said the third and fourth members of their quartet.
"Okay. We split up the water guns between us, fill them with punch, and hope for the best," said the first were-raccoon, as they started flushing out the details of their scheme, although each was thinking more about how it would be to have a chance with the sexy MILF**** Alice Decrux, instead of why she wanted this to begin with, let alone what would happen to their victim if they were successful.
AND ELSEWHERE IN THE HIGH SCHOOL GYM...
"Oh Harold. What are we going to do to keep Mel safe tonight?" Virginia McCoy asked her fiance and fellow weretiger. "If Principal Andrews was here, he'd believe us about our suspicions concerning Decrux and her Love Potion #9 and would toss the punch immediately. But the other chaperones said he went to go home and won't be back until later with his family after his kids go Trick or Treating."
"I don't know honey," admitted Harold Jenkins, while taking her paw in his, "but we better think of something fast," he added, noticing four were-raccoon boys in cowboy costumes starting to make their way over to the refreshments table where they stood.
BACK ON THE DANCE FLOOR...
Trevor Tyson simply smiled as he held Mel's hands as they continued to dance.
If she's not the one for me, then I have no idea who is, he thought to himself, watching the smile on the red haired lady before him grow larger and brighter with each moment they were together.
They were on their fourth (tenth? did it matter?) dance in a row now.
Other couples had come and gone between songs, but both of them noticed that except for a slight absence when 'Jacques Cousteau' disappeared and came back to reveal that he was a were-mer too*, Melissa Jenkins and Trevor hadn't seen anything else except each other.
"Have you noticed how close Jacques and his lady have been the whole time?" Mel asked Trevor.
"I hear it's that way with mated were-mers," he replied. "The Skulk have this life/soul mate bond between couples. The were-mers are supposed to have something similar. Once they find their 'true love', there's no one else for either of them, but I don't know all the details."
As the song ended, the disc jockey howled and said "Okay boys and girls and submarine race fans. While unfortunately there's not a full moon this Halloween night, this werewolf is going to take a couple of minutes and go howl at whatever is up in the night sky. But don't you cats and whatever worry none. I'll be right back," he added, howling again as his equipment switched to playing a premixed set of songs.
As Trevor started to escort Mel off the dance floor, she asked, "Want to go meet Jacques and his lady?"
"I think she's the Mayor's daughter, but I have no idea who he is," replied the werebull, "but if you want to..." he said, as Trevor started leading Mel toward them.
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*As seen in the Moon Lake, Andersons episode with the same title.
**Eric Anderson and Julie Stovall, respectively, from the aforementioned Moon Lake, Andersons episode.
***As seen in recent episodes of this series, Alice Decrux has spiked the punch with a powerful aphrodisiac and promised sex to the were-raccoon who gets Melissa Jenkins to drink it as part of her hopeful revenge against Melissa's father and Virginia McCoy.
****Mother I'd Like to Fuck.—tmw.