It was Halloween night, as the Koopalings got ready. Susan was invited (by Bowser) to trick-or-treat with them, and she arrived early, dressed like a witch. Minutes after her arrival, Iggy wobbled out. As he walked toward Susan, he fell and did a somersault. “Iggy!” exclaimed Susan. “We’re going any minute, where’s your costume?”

“I’m already in my costume, I’m going as Iggy,” he chuckled. “Where’s yours?”

Just then Larry walked in, bumping into some walls as he went. “Larry dear, please tell me why Iggy has lost it?” Susan whined.

“I’m not Larry,” said Larry, facing the wrong way. “For Halloween, we’re all switching identities.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” said Susan. “So you’re actually not Larry and Iggy.”

“Exactly!” said the two together.

Just then, “Lemmy” rolled in. He fell off his ball many times, and almost lost the pink and yellow strips of paper he taped to his hair. “Man, how do you do it?” he growled at the real Lemmy.

Then Susan said, “Okay, we’re almost set, now we just need-”

But she was cut off as Roy entered the room. You could tell it was Roy because, even in costume, he kept his shades. He had gotten the unlucky paper when drawing lots, and was forced to dress up as the Koopaling he got.

The four Koopas in the room cracked up when seeing him. “Why, Roy, you look lovely this evening,” mused the Koopa dressed as Lemmy.

“Looks like you have competition, Susan,” said the Koopa pretending to be Larry, putting in his contacts.

“Oh, shut up,” said Roy, turning red with rage. He didn’t have time to fight, though, because just at that time, two more Koopas walked in, dressed as Roy and Ludwig.

“I’m telling you, classical music is much better than rap,” argued the Roy imposter upon entrance. But when the newcomers saw the real Roy, they both cracked up.

“Oh man, that’s hysterical, rich, funny, comical…”

“And poetic justice,” interrupted the actual Iggy.

Finally, the last Koopaling came in and spoke a blue streak in a mocking voice. Everyone laughed except the Koopa that was being mocked.

“Let’s just go…” said he.

After trick or treating, everyone was in good humor. They had collected sacks of candy and had just finished counting it, when the lights went out. There was a bonk sound, and the lights went back on. The Koopaling dressed as Wendy was unconscious, and his candy gone. The mallet used in the clonking was next to the real Larry, surrounded in a tan-colored powder.

“Oh, come on! You don’t think it’s mine, do you?!” Larry squeaked. They were all about to beat up Larry when Susan yelled out.

“Wait, don’t attack my poor Larry. I know who it was!”