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the spirit of Nicky Driscoll.
and the electricity went out.
I would rather not be a storybook character if possible.
She's looking to throw me out, okay? She's been waiting for this.
- Nicky? - Very funny.
- Gross! - Rayanne, that's disgusting!
I'd be you, but nobody can find a mask that ugly.
Well, actually, she said that nothing happened.
- See for yourself. - Who's Nicky Driscoll?
- Bye, bye! - Happy Halloween!
It's a shame. He seemed like such a nice guy.
Nicky Driscoll. This couldn't really be his book.
There's always some chiropractic adjustment I have to hear about.
Why are you doing this?
No, from Miss Lerner.
- I think it's a terrible idea. - Because you don't believe in ghosts?
Well, thank you. I was wondering...
You want to keep the costumes, don't you?
Hey! I decide what I do. Maybe I want to get kicked out of school.
Let this be a lesson to you.
Trick-or-treat!
- Graham. Your sword! - Sorry.
All right, people, if you would turn to page 27.
I know we all have candy hangovers.
- Check out the wig! - I can't handle this.
Sure.
my dad would come home, wigged out of his mind...
And he's pretty sick. But I really shouldn't leave him.
I don't know. Because Rickie was, I guess.
I mean, my pants. Shut up.