MACIE GRINNED, handing out candy to everyone, "Happy Halloween." She told the deputies, showing off her halloween costume.

"A police officer, really?" Callahan laughed, 

"What? I thought it was funny." Macie pouted, adjusting her hat before going back behind her desk,

"What's funny?" Hopper walked through the door, late as usual, 

"Someone here still dresses up for Halloween." Powell commented and Macie narrowed her eyes at the dark skinned man,

"Ha-ha. Sorry I have some halloween spirit." Macie pouted and Hopper stared at her costume,

"Seriously?"

Macie rolled her eyes, "You're very late, Hop. Your alarm not go off?"

"Joyce called." Hop answered, hanging up his coat, "I went to go talk to her. Any calls here?"

The blonde woman smirked up at him, "Eugene's waiting for you in his office, sheriff."

"Pumpkins?" Hopper asked,

"Pumpkins." She confirmed.

Macie, Powell, and Callahan all stood outside Hop's office, listening to the conversation he was having with Eugene. He claimed that Merrill poisoned his pumpkins, which was an oddly similar report to yesterday.

"So you're telling me that Merrill poisoned your farm because he thinks you poisoned his, which, of course, you didn't?" Hopper questioned,

"No, sir. And I got me an alibi the night he accuses me." Eugene replied, "My Jenny and her boys were in town. I was with them all night."

"Did you actually see Merrill?" Hop asked,

"No need. That man done lost his mind." He exclaimed, "Went around slandering me, threatening all sorts of madness."

"A pumpkin conspiracy." Powell commented from the doorway.

"Hawkins' very own Chinatown." Callahan chuckled.

Hopper leaned forward, "Listen, Merrill threatening to do something and actually doing something are two very different things."

Eugene shook his head, "You got a better explanation?" He asked,

"Cold weather." Hopper stated,

"It's October." Eugene argued,

"Yeah, it's a cold one." Hop shrugged,

Eugene raised his hands, showing his palms, "You see these hands?"

"Yeah."

They were covered in dried dirt and callouses, you could see that Eugene was a hard worker. 

"You know why they look like that?"

"Because you're old?" Hopper suggested and Macie rolled her eyes,

"You're damn straight." Powell chuckled behind her and Macie gave him a look, "And I've been doing this a long time, Chief. A long time. And I ain't never seen anything the likes of this." Eugene leaned back into his chair, "None of us have."

"None of us?" Hopper questioned,

"You mean other farmers are having the same problems?" Macie asked,

Eugene nodded, "Merrill didn't just hit me last night. He hit damn near everyone."

"What are you talking about?" 

"Jack O'Dell, Pete Freeling, Rick Neary, the Christensen's. All of their crops. Dead."

Macie looked at Hop and noticed his change in expression. He was thinking... hard. Something was up in Hawkins and he knew it.

He pulled out a notepad, "Give me those names again."

Eugene quickly repeated the names of the farmers and Hopper stood, grabbing his coat, "You two," He pointed at Powell and Callahan, "Go to O'Dell's and Freeling's." 

"Yes, Chief." The two reached for their own jackets, "And, uh, what are we looking for?"

"Any signs of foul play." Hopper turned to Macie, "You come with me."

"What? But what about the phones?" The blonde questioned,

"Look, you wanna help out or not?"

She nodded, "Yeah, okay." She stated before grabbing her own coat, "Do I get a gun?"

"No."