Monster Mash
It was the witching hour on Halloween night. Well, it was anyway according to the Neopagans, although that's there's some dispute over the term between them and the regular Pagans over when that time should be, and the meteorologists certainly don't help any with their time-zones and their strict definition of when a day is a day and when a night is a night. Hmm. Fine. So maybe it wasn't the witching hour after all, but then again, maybe it was, because after all, isn't it always the witching hour somewhere in the world?
Incidentally, this kind of shit is basically how religious wars start.
Anyway, at some time during either the day or the night, a raucous Halloween party was being held at a large flat by some lonely folks who were looking to get an early start in one of New York's many bi-monthly Walks of Shame. The theme of this party? Di$ney.
Milkshakes were drawing boys to the yard when suddenly, a big shock!
"-I'm not done with you; come back here bitch!" Penelope roared as she lunged at Susan and dragged Liliane into the fold.
A brawl had broken out between three bimbos over which of them was the fairest of them all. What started as a Snow White pseudo-beauty-pageant in which the contestants battled over the length of their skirts and cleavage erupted into a bitter war fought with nails and scratching. There were three of them and only one Prince Charming. Gooooood luck ladies.
"Hahaha," growled Mike, "Go get her!" he cheered as he transformed into a literal and figurative beast.
"AHHHHH!!! Oh my god, what is happening!?" cried Danny as everything she touched began turning into ice. Evidently, she had lost the ability to conceal, not feel, and let it go.
And then everyone else started freaking out too because there was some form of magic in the air and they were all transforming into movie character clichés - everyone that is, except you.
Why?
Because you had taken the opportunity to go as Joy and not Sadness and you're still dead, inside and out.