When the happy quintet emerged from the barn, they found piles of boxes, with bite size chocolates, bags of buttered popcorn, candy corn, lollipops, bubble gum, gum drops, party favors and wooden carts of red apples. Also, paper plates, knives, forks, spoons and napkins with funny pictures of black cats, pumpkins and witches.

"We even bought lighting extensions with cute little pumpkins," Allura said.

Lance nodded. "We’ll have those lights ready in no time."

"Hey you guys, get a load of this!" Hunk said through the P.A. system, and suddenly, Yellow Lion opened its massive maw, and dozens of pumpkins in a variety of colors and sizes rolled onto the ground.

"Careful!" Keith chided. "We don’t want smashed pumpkins."

"Hmm…think of all pies Nanny could bake for us," Pidge sighed. "We wouldn’t have to wait for Thanksgiving."

Lance picked up a medium-sized pumpkin. "And roasted pumpkin seeds," he said, "with just the right touch of salt."

Hunk climbed out from the ship. "Forget it, these pumpkins will be Jack-o-lanterns."

"Don’t worry, Hunk," Allura said, "We’ll save some for the kitchen."

"I hope you didn’t forget the carving knives," Lance noted. "We promised the kids to teach them how to carve their own Jack-o-lanterns."

Hunk removed the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand. "No, I didn’t forget," he replied, a bit annoyed. "There’s a box with kiddy-safe knives back in Yellow Lion."

"And to make them safer, we’ll be using battery-operated Christmas tree lights instead of candles," Allura mentioned.

"That’s a great idea," Pidge noted. "I always had trouble inserting the candle and keeping it in place." There was a small pause and then he finished. "Princess, I think this is going to be the best Halloween ever."

Allura exchanged an amused look with the others and then said, "I agree."

Meanwhile, on Planet Doom…

"Enough! I can’t take it anymore!"

Witch Hagar removed her gnarly hands from her crystal ball. "But sire, you wanted to see what they were doing. How was I supposed to know that Captain Kidd would finally showed his true feelings toward the Princess?"

"That fool," Lotor sneered. "He had the audacity to kiss my Allura!"

"And not once, but twice," she said pertly.

"Hagar, I want you to create a robeast to disrupt their Halloween celebration."

"Like we did in their Space Olympics?"

"But this time I want results!" he snapped. "You have twelve hours to come up with the perfect robeast."

"Twelve hours?" She asked. "You’re so generous."

Lotor snarled, giving the witch a glare for good measure before departing. He could be heard in the hallway shouting at Morgill to bring him something to drink.

Hagar sat on her table and a sigh escaped her lips. She thought that Lotor could be very annoying at times. Still, she had to admit to herself that she gained more satisfaction from working for him that from his father. Creating robeasts for Lotor to conquer Arus and then losing them Voltron was becoming boring. But using magic to bring him some happiness was another matter.

She smiled a feline smile. It was Halloween after all.

She rose from her seat and strode toward her ample collection of magic books. The bookshelves were covered with dust and cobwebs. "Where’s that book?"

She looked at the lower shelf and smiled. "Ah! There it is." She reached for a book with a black leather cover, with the title ‘Bat Soup for the Soul’ by Dee Count, written in blood red letters. "Let’s see if you still want to ruin Princess Allura’s Halloween party after this."

Then turning to her cat Coba, which was standing by the door cleaning its face, she said, "Bring Morgill to me, and I’ll give you a delicious Halloween treat."

"Meow!" The blue feline replied, and ran away.