The red eye-mask lay on the muddy pavement, it's gold spangles glittering in the reflected headlight of passing traffic. Marshall was practically bouncing with excitement.
"You guys know what this means, right?" he said.
Simon shook his head. Dash shrugged.
Marshall spread his arms wide, encompassing the mask, the wet tarmac, the overcast sky, and the town in general.
"We have our very own costumed hero in Eerie!"
"It's December," said Dash. "Somebody stuck at a boring office Christmas party got it out of a cracker."
"Costumed. Hero." Marshall insisted.
Simon picked up the strip of glittery fabric using a novelty plastic grabber shaped like a Great White shark. Something lumpy and opaque dripped off it and landed with a splat in the murky puddle at his feet.
"Uh, guys?" he said.
The older two turned to look at him.
"I think that's brains," said Simon.
Marshall gasped. Dash sighed.
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