After calling his Latin friends, Donald made his very special pumpkin pie and put it in the oven. He wanted to get his friends in the Halloween spirit since neither of them have ever celebrated it before. He had already made an agenda. First, they would go shopping for costumes, then spend the entire night watching nothing but horror movies. (Only the classics of course). And finally, go trick or treating! He smelled the pie, a sign that it was ready, and set it out the window frame to cool off. He wafted the aroma of the pumpkinie, cinnamonie, vanillaie steam coming from the pie.

Oh boy. I hope it tastes as good as it smells, he thought. He heard the doorbell go off. He took off his mitts and apron and walked to the door. He looked at the mysterious door bell ringer through his peep-hole. With the bug eye vision that his peep-hole provided, he saw his Brazilian friend, José Carioca, looking dapper as ever in his signature yellow suit. He was leaning on his umbrella and had a lit cigar in the side of his mouth. He opened the door to greet his friend.

-José!- He shouted with joy. -Long time no see- José hugged the joyous Donald, squeezing his face into his chest.

-Olá Donald! Senti sua falta! I've missed you so~ much!- Jose exclaimed as he lifted him off his feet and spun him around.

Donald tugged on his sleeve and managed to utter

-C...Can't...B-Breathe...-

José freed the air-deprived man.

-Desculpe Donald. It's just that I haven't seen you in such a long time. I couldn't help myself.-

Donald smiled and hugged his friend.

-Don't apologize. I'm glad that your here.- They hugged for a while before Donald blurted out, -One did you manage to get here in only 2 hours?-

José chuckled -Yeah. I wonder that too-

-That doesn't make any se-

-Oh! And I saw Panchito earlier too!- He exclaimed.

-R-Really?- Donald asked, freeing himself from the tight hug. -Did you guys come together?-

-Uhhh... Kinda. I ran into him on my way here- he said.

He explained that he flagged down a yellow taxi to get to Donald's place and met Panchito inside, also getting a ride from the taxi. They greeted each other with hugs and talked about what's been going on in their lives. After discussing about annoying his siblings and meds and telling each other they need a hair cut, the taxi dropped them off as far as he could, which was a few blocks from Donald's and left them. The Latin men challenged each other to a race to the house and the last thing José knew was that Panchito was far behind him. Unusual for the fast and furious redhead.

-Estou preocupado Donald.- José said, feeling guilty about leaving him on his own. -What if something bad happened to him? We have to find him!-

-He always get's himself in a pickle somehow!- Donald shouted as they both ran up the street.

Once they turned the corner, they found Panchito hugging a tall, flakey, slim tree, who's leaves have turned orange for autumn.

-Donald you need to shave. Your cara is itchy- he commented, rubbing his cheek onto the tree. Apparently, the medication he took that morning kicked in and he began to hallucinate. He had mistaken the tree for his American friend.

-Oh boy- Donald sighed. -This is the pickle I was talking about!- They came to the hallucinating Mexicans side and tried to bring him back to reality.

-Panchito. That's not Donald- José said. -That's an árbol-

Panchito looked up and realized that the tree was actually a tree once he focused more on it's leaves and bark.

-Oh yeah~. That explains a lot- he said in a wobbly tone. He let go of his grip on the tree and turned around, stumbling onto the floor. Donald and José quickly grabbed his arms and held him up.

-Creo que mi medicación es patear pulg- he reported. He looked up at the sky. -The sky is really pink today. And there's a lot of bubbles.- Its about 2 in the afternoon and it was cloudy. The only things in the sky were clouds. Panchito -popped- an imaginary bubble above Donald's head. - Las Burbujas son tan divertidas, chicos- he commented as he giggled uncontrollably.

-Get a grip on yourself!- Donald shouted, shaking him a bit.

Donald noticed something disturbing about Panchito. He looked into his amber eyes and saw that his pupils were uneven. One was relatively larger than the other. Not to mention they looked a bit dim and dead, no glimmer of light whatsoever.

-José. Look in his eyes. They're really weird- he said, concerned.

José looked into Panchito's eyes and noticed it too.

-Oh~. I see the problem- he debunked.

Panchito starred at the top of his green head asked

-Why do you have a flower growing out of your head?

They carried Panchito to Donald's blue automobile and put him in the back seat. José took out a small, purple vial from his sleeve and held it near Panchito's lips. He poured the concoction into his mouth. Once Panchito drank the liquid, his eyes returned to their original color and they were brighter than ever.

-Panchito. Its us. José and Donald- José said in a calming tone. -You beat me in the race and won. But you were so tired that you passed out.-

Panchito scratched his head. Trying to recollect that memory. -Oh yeah~. I did win, huh?-

-Sim. And were going to the...Umm..- He hesitated.

-The store!- Donald blurted out-Were going to the store to buy costumes-

Panchito smiled. -Then what are we waiting for me, amigos! ¡Vamos!- He shouted happily. He closed the door and jumped up and down his seat like a kid going to the amusement park.

Donald got in the drivers seat and José got in the passenger seat. The happy Donald inserted the key into the ignition.

-And just a heads up, my music can be pretty intense-Donald commented, as he started the engine. Doing so, Lady Gaga's Bad Romance blasted from the stereo. Donald quickly turned down the music and blushed with embarrassment. He giggled nervously -How did that get in there?-

-Don't be embarrassed Donald- José reassured, putting his hand on Donald's shoulder. -I'm a fan of Lady Gaga também-

-¡Yo también!- Panchito boasted. He lunged forward and turned up the radio to a volume where they could sing along to.

Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah. Roma, roma, ma. Gaga, ooh, la, la la. Want your bad romance!

-C'mon Donald!- José insisted.

-Sing with us!- Panchito added.

Donald smiled and sang along with his friends as they drove to their destination.

Hello friends, thanks for reading. I hope you like this, I apologize for my English grief.