YELLOW PRESENTS: THE HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

It was Halloween. Everyone in the bathroom was excited about it. 

Yellow didn’t know what this festivity was. He has had a hard time understanding what Christmas was so it wasn’t going to be an easy task  explaining him what they celebrated on Halloween. Orange duck, Yellow’s very enterprising brother, and Centurion (they hang out quite often since they shared a passion for high risk situations) had managed to hide under a towel a devise - an iquack they called it - and now they were trying to turn it on so to watch an Halloween movie.

It was an horror movie, audience discretion was advised.

Yellow asked, to no one in particular, about this festivity.  Orange shushed them all, looked Yellow in the eyes and nodded to himself. “Here’s the deal bro, Halloween is the festivity of the pumpkins. Do you remember the turkey day? It’s the same thing but with pumpkins.” Chanel scoffed “You are a silly boy, petite mandarine, it’s about fashion. It’s a day dedicated to dress like the strange people do so, for a day they won’t feel different. You also give them candies so they know that even though they don’t know how to dress, people still love them.” They both made sense, Yellow considered while they started bickering over who was right.

“I got it, take a seat.” Centurion duck said. They quietly sat on the washing machine’s top and started to watch the movie “Pooh's Heffalump Halloween Movie”. It was about an elephant and a little Kangaroo trying to replace the eaten candies, strange ghosts and people (or whatever) changed into pumpkins. Like bibidi bobidi boo changed. In the end, it was all a misunderstanding and there were no ghosts or monsters changing people into anything nevertheless, the movie had scared the hell out of our little rubber ducky friend. It was almost twilight and the ducks casted long shadows on the bathroom walls. Yellow could have sworn the shadows were moving by their own will. He ducked and covered. He actually crawled under the towel used to hide the tabled. Only his tail was there to be seen and it was trembling.  The strange bear with the red shirt and the diabolical smile hunted him. The pals terrified by the little Kangaroo’s mother shadow and the forest at night, it was scary but manageable, that big bear with that creepy voice though, it  was most definitely not.

Orange tried to explain to his bro that it was a movie and it wasn’t real. There was no such a thing as bears or bears wearing red shirts in the real word, not a chance.

Meantime, in the cabinet,  the very old Winnie the Pooh shaped dispenser woke up at the sound of his Halloween movie. He wanted to watch it to so he knocked at the cabinet’s door and called for help. All the ducks on the washing machine could hear were strange muffled sounds and when they looked up towards the cabinet, they saw the door moving by himself. Violet (she was supposed to be the smart one) screamed, Centurion duck put his helmet on, Shakespeare ducked away,  Scott threw himself in front of his Queen and Yellow, oh well, he froze were he stood. Orange and Chanel looked at each other with impossible wide eyes. “What was it about this so called Halloween?” Yellow asked to both of them, to neither of them. He couldn’t really move at the moment, let alone turn around his head from the cabinet.

After a while the door spread open and a big Winnie the Pooh dispenser come out with a huge smile painted on his face. Like the batman’s joker smile. Creepy much?

Yellow turned on his left to find Orange watching him. They grabbed one another, screamed and went off the cliff of the washing machine.

Yellow was again on the floor but this time the fall had been all but incidental.  They had actually jumped away from the monstrous bear and they had no intention to climb up. Not anytime soon anyway.

Bottom line, bears do exist and they wear red shirts. It was the unbearable thruth.