Some would be surprised to know that Halloween was not Frederick Dodger's favorite holiday. It had all the right details: dressing up, free food, pranks, ghosts. These were all things that Freddie enjoyed not just in moderation, but excessively. A day actually set aside for these things inferred, to Fred at least, that these activities weren't meant to be enjoyed at just any time. There was a day reserved for such silliness, and that was a theory that Freddie vehemently disagreed with.

Still, it was a grand excuse for a party. Freddie could never quite muster up a creative costume like he did for some of his other themed parties. He decided to be just a tree, as if he were in the background of a theatrical production. The real starts of tonight's party would (hopefully) be his guests.

Freddie's costume came out far better than he expected it to, and he was particularly pleased with the long, creepy, branch-like hands that were attached to the bottom of his jacket. It would make for plenty of squeals when he surprised someone with a weedy stroke.

"Welcome, welcome!" Freddie said to his first guests. He gestured to the bar area with his long wooden branch-for-an-arm. "The best dangers can be found this a-way." Of course the Artful Dodger was decked out in the most thrilling, over-the-top Halloween decorations. These decorations included Boris, the fat old ghost projection, as well as their actual resident ghost, Gus Felcher. Even persnickety ole Gus managed to show up in costume (although Freddie wasn't sure if the sheet with two holes he'd thrown over his head were spiteful rather than festive).