Still standing on the porch of his first house, Snowball was downright at a loss for words. Literally! He had no idea what he was supposed to say. He couldn't remember. The shapeshifting blob and the old lady stared at each other for what felt like centuries. Gulping nervously, Snowball looked around before he whispered, "What's happening right now?" The old lady shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I don't know."

"Snowball, you idiot. You're supposed to say trick or treat," Ozone grumbled, arriving at the scene. He was about to perform a test on the old lady when she remarked, "Ooh, that is a wonderful costume young man. Truly. You deserve the very best." Setting down the bowl of candy on a table inside, she grabbed something else and held it out to the cat headed man. Looking down, Ozone gasped.

It was a swirly pop.

"Here you go sweetheart," the old lady stated, still holding the swirly pop out. Hesitating at first, Ozone gratefully took it. His big green eyes never once strayed away from his treat. Next to him, Snowball grabbed five candy bars from the old lady's bowl before she shut the door. Eating one already, the shapeshifting blob mumbled with his mouth full, "Should we go back to our mission?"

"No Snowball, no," Ozone declared, still staring at the swirly pop in his hands as he continued, "We have a new mission tonight." He raised the treat above his head as he announced, "Let's get as much candy as we can!" Laughing maniacally, the cat headed man ran off to the next house with Snowball hot on his heels. Passing Chloe, the shapeshifting blob cried, "Come on Chloe! We're getting candy!"

"Mommy, look! It's a kitty cat!" a little girl exclaimed, pointing at Chloe while jumping up and down excitedly. Glaring at the girl as she and her mother walked away, the cat monster stood up from where she had been sitting on the curb. She dragged her feet and growled angrily under her breath as she followed her companions down the street.