Halloween morning. Claire is in full control mode: candy bowls arranged by flavor, a list of “acceptable trick-or-treaters” (no one over 4’6” without a parent), and a fire evacuation plan taped to the fridge.
He winks. It’s not a smooth wink. It looks like he’s having a small seizure. phil's epic halloween prank on claire
Phil covers his mouth to keep from laughing. He is crying silent tears of joy. Halloween morning
That trampoline was a vintage collectible. Anyway. No questions. Just… be careful walking past the hallway closet tonight. It’s not a smooth wink
The Dunphy living room. Halloween decorations are, predictably, overdone. Cobwebs hang from every corner, a motion-sensor witch cackles by the stairs, and a six-foot inflatable Frankenstein guards the front door. Phil, wearing a black t-shirt that reads “I SEE DEAD PEOPLE... AND I'M PROBABLY SELLING THEM A HOUSE,” paces back and forth.
She stumbles backward, trips over the vacuum cleaner, and lands in the pile of fog, arms flailing.