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But not this year.
...until my mom turned them into couples costumes.
Like JCPenney?
Are you okay, man? Of course I'm okay.
ADULT ADAM: That night, my mom realized
Come on! Safety in numbers!
Trick-or-treating is a nightmare,
Just give them the candy back.
And I'm Elliot, E.T.'s owner!
Well, it occurs to me you've become everything you fear on Halloween.
Oh, this is so creepy.
Oh. Hey. Lost you in there. Sup?
Besides being a beautiful symbol of our love,
ADULT ADAM: Back in the day, trick-or-treating was my jam.
We should combine our data.
And every year, it got worse.
I was a master of tape and glue-gunning.
Told you. Haunted house it is.
Safety check!
I guess this is my burden to bear
Come on, hand out some candy.
that bad boy really makes your eyes pop.
(DOOR HINGES CREAK, DOOR SLAMS)
to save on electricity.
Freeze, creep. I'm Robocop.
ADULT ADAM: And even though that was our last couples costume,
You're grounded for a month.
MAN: Aah! (BOYS SCREAMS)
might think differently, given all the facts?
It's me. It's mama. I'm the Predator.
"What if my bed had spiders?"
she wants to spend her one night in America
Bruce Lee?
(CHUCKLES) Your mothers have failed as mothers,
Oh, my God, no.
She's not tired, bro.
Yeah! I just had the bravery shakes, God.