Vampire Teeth

This is a "you needed to be there" story, but it's the truth. Me and Billy were young...maybe 9 and 10 years old. It was Halloween and I was going as a were wolf and Billy as a vampire. My dad was supposed to pick us up some fake vampire teeth after work, but he worked late and the store ran out by the time he got home. All hell broke loose when my dad walked thru the door empty handed. How were we going to pull these costumes off? I was a dumb kid with brown cotton balls stuck to my face and Billy had red lipstick on. After much debate (more like a temper tantrum), Billy decided not to go...he was protesting. I, on the otherhand, was a poor fat kid that loved candy...especially when it was free! I couldn't miss this opportunity. So, my dad, Kung Fu, and I went out to solicit the neighborhood - Billy stayed home. The night was going well, much candy for everyone... I collected so much I thought I'd probably have enough to even share with my brother. We were walking up to one of the final houses in the neighborhood when I heard my mom yell, "Billy, be careful crossing the street!." I looked over my shoulder and saw this kid, my brother, running wth a sheet thrown over his head and a couple of eye holes cut into it. He was a ghost. The most freakin' hilarious ghost you could imagine. To this day I laugh aloud when I visualize him running in this costume. In any case, I wish I could say this was a story book ending ... it wasn't. As we cheerfully walked backed to the house, a few kids I knew walked up to me...by this time, completely exhausted from trick'r'treating all night, I forgot I didn't have my vampire teeth. To my displeasure, the kids said - "what are you? An old man?" I was mortified. Stupid vampire teeth.