John collected his large flimsy costume into one hand to keep it out of the way before opening the door. Framed by peeling wallpaper and the cobwebs of the dank hotel hallway stood the costume shop owner with a bulging suitcase.
"Hello there, son! How're the costumes? Ah, I see," he looked John up and down, "haven't taken a moonbath yet? Well, no matter. I was hoping you'd have changed by now, so I could give you a costumer satisfaction survey. Mind if I come in?" Without asking for permission, he strode in and plopped his suitcase on the bed.
"Ah, my dear lass, you look as pretty as ever," smiled the shop keeper. "Now, since you're not pumpkins yet, I can't give you a survey, but, I CAN give you some more costumes to try out." John and Carrie watched the shop keeper as he swept to his suitcase and popped it open. An explosion of colors and textures leapt from the overstuffed suitcase, showering the room with costumes of all kinds. With a blur, the shop keeper raced around the room picking up costumes and putting them into drawers and closets. In no time the room was once again clean (as far as a haunted hotel would be.)
"Try what you'd like, or none, see you around!" Another blur and the room door shut closed, leaving Carrie and John alone.
"Wow." Carrie said. "So, what now? Shall we finish becoming cute pumpkins?" Carrie smiled and ran her hands over her loose suit.