Lucy's Journal

 

Lucy’s Journal – October 22nd

Ohhh boy, it’s almost Halloween, and the chaos is brewing! Tonight was one for the record books — or at least for the “How to Get Grounded by Every Neighbor Ever” files.

Kiwi, Peanut, the Quacker Twins, and I had what I like to call “Operation Spooktacular Mischief Planning Night.” The four of us met up at the old Hero Hut — you know, that greasy spoon diner that closed for “renovations” last spring but still smells like french fries and adventure. We’ve made it our unofficial HQ until they reopen (any day now, supposedly). We brought a thermos of cider, some pumpkin donuts, and our wildest ideas.

But first, costumes. You can’t go creeping around the neighborhood without a proper disguise, right?

Kiwi strutted in wearing a tiny black cape and a domino mask — said he was going for the “avian vigilante” look. He looked more like a feathery Zorro, but we didn’t have the heart to tell him. Peanut showed up as a “shadow cat,” which mostly meant he rolled in the dirt until he was one shade short of asphalt and wore a pair of glow stick eyes taped to his head. Effective? Absolutely. Terrifying? You bet.

The Quacker Twins, bless their yellow, chaotic hearts, decided on matching “undercover spy duck” outfits — trench coats made from old grocery bags and tiny sunglasses they found in the lost-and-found bin at the park. They kept whispering into their coat sleeves like secret agents, but it was mostly “QUACK QUACK — affirmative.”

As for me, I went incognito in a hoodie, face paint, and an old bandana that made me look like a cartoon bank robber. The perfect setup for our “Totally Harmless Neighborhood Prank Extravaganza.”

Plans? Oh, we’ve got ‘em. Kiwi’s idea was to TP every yard that ever had a “Keep Off the Lawn” sign. Peanut suggested adding the pièce de résistance — a dab of Dawn dish soap on people’s windshield wipers so when they turn them on, it turns into a foamy mess. The Quacker Twins volunteered as the “getaway squad,” waddling recon style down the sidewalks, keeping watch with their spy goggles.

We practiced our “duck and cover” maneuvers in the Hero Hut parking lot until Peanut got tangled in a streamer of toilet paper and Kiwi dive-bombed to save him. We all laughed until cider came out of my nose.

Before we packed it up for the night, we sat under the flickering neon sign, dreaming about when the Hero Hut finally reopens. We decided that’s where we’ll celebrate after our “Halloween mission” — greasy burgers, thick milkshakes, and the sweet taste of victory (and possibly soap bubbles, depending how the wiper plan goes).

If we pull this off without getting caught, it’ll be the greatest Halloween prank of all time.
If we do get caught… well, I’m blaming the ducks.

— Lucy 🕸️🎃

Would you like me to make a follow-up entry for Halloween night itself — when they actually go through with their plan?