Jasmine: (Does a ghostly call around a campfire) “¡Ayyyy miiiissss hijooooos! ¿Dónde están mis hijoooooosss?”
MacCready: (Puts his hands over his ears) “StOoOoOoOp!”
Jasmine: (Has her hands out in front of her as she moves around) “¡Quiero mis hijooooos! ¿Dónde están mis hijos?”
Piper: “I have NO idea what you’re saying, kid- but it’s freaking me out!!!”
Danse: (Is as white as a ghost at his spot by the campfire)
X6: (Says nothing while shuffling on his own two feet, hands in his pockets)
MacCready: “Can’t you just… Tone it down a notch or two?”
Jasmine: (Throws up her hands) “It’s Halloween!!! It’s suppose to freak you out!!! That’s the point!!!”
Piper: “After all the spooky scares we pulled on each other during the prank war- we all are a bit tender!!! So give us a break! Now we have to worry about some vengeance filled Mexican lady coming after us!”
Jasmine: (Rolls her eyes) “¡Cobardes! Y’all are a bunch of sissies! I’ve been hearing this story since I was born and so had most of the kids my age in my neighborhood.”
MacCready: “And I’m pretty sure you kids weren’t living off a gallon of coffee and three hours of sleep all the time!”
Deacon: (Comes out from behind a bush dressed in a white nightgown and a long dark wig) “OoOoOoOoOoOo!!!” (Slowly moves towards the campfire, the smoke machine he set up earlier adding extra dramatic flare)
Jasmine: (Points and gasps) “¡La Llorona!”
MacCready, Danse, and Piper: (Scream bloody murder in sync)
X6: (Stands there stock still as his soul silently leaves his body)
Nick: (Comes running over) “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?”
Everyone: (Dives behind RoboDad for protection)
Jasmine: (Runs up and puts her arms around his waist, staring up at him innocently) “Papi- La Llorona wants to take me away and drown me! So you hafta protect me!”
Nick: (Heavy sigh as he picks the teen girl up) “Not the vengeance ghost lady again- haven’t you told enough of those scary stories?”
Jasmine: (Huffs) “No- I haven’t told everyone about El Cucuy yet.”
Nick: (Glances behind him at the trembling adults) “Maybe hold off the scary stories until after Christmas…”
Deacon: (Waves his hands around some more) “OoOoOoOoOo!”
