So five days till I'm feeling dandy, and pooping candy.

I don't know what my costume is going to be,

but I do know it'll be last minute, and Mom will make it.

I think I have a pretty great idea for a costume.

Maybe even great enough to win the costume contest.

Oh, yeah, the costume contest.

I'm disqualified because of last year.

And next we have Louise Belcher, dressed

as-- huh-- Phillip Frond.

I'm a guidance counselor.

Council, council, council--

No, no, no, no, no.

Safe to cross.

I don't do costume contests.

The only contests I do start with either miss or pie eating.

I'm going to be a hot mess.

I'm gonna dress really messy, and then

decorate myself in flames.

Tina, that's a good idea.

Yeah.

Wait, you're going to be a hot mess?

Because I'm actually going to be a hot mess.

Wait, I thought we were going to be sexy Judge Judies.

No, Jocelyn.

I'm going to be a hot mess.

Tammy, are you saying that because you just heard

me say it, and liked the idea?

No.

I like the idea because it's mine now.

I mean, it was always mine. Always.

I always had it.

She's got you there, chief.

Back on the sidewalk.

Wait, Tammy--

See ya later.

I'm gonna sign up for the costume contest right now.

My hot mess idea is totally gonna win!

It's my idea!

I need to cross the street.

Not safe.

Jackie, please, let me cross.

Tammy's stealing my costume idea.

Not safe.

But there are no cars coming.

Look!

Now I'm not letting you cross because you're

getting on my nerves.

Argh!

Thanks a lot, Jackie.

Thank you.

I can see two things coming from a mile away-- cars and sarcasm.

Crossing guard burn.