I haven’t even figured out what I’m going to wear yet, and it looks like the best I can do is hope for second place.
“Can you guess what my costume is?” Mayor McCheese challenged when he showed up unexpectedly on the front porch of The House on the Hill.
I stepped out onto the porch to get a better look at what he was wearing. He looked very much like he always did, except he wore a large black beret atop his bun, and held an enormous baguette in one hand and a French flag in the other.
“Do I get a hint?” I asked to buy some time since I was completely stumped.
“Think of one of your favorite movies,” he suggested with a sly smile. “It was written and directed by the man who was a huge influence on .33 Reverse Gunther.”
And then I knew exactly what he was.
Coolest costume ever!
“I thought you might like it,” Mayor McCheese replied with a proud smile. “Of course, this is a couple’s costume, so prepare for the best part.”
Wait! It got even better?
That was when Zeus strolled up the front walk in his costume.
I nearly lost it, Modern Philosophers. I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t breathe, and I finally had to sit down with my head between my knees like I was a passenger on an airplane that was about to crash.
“I take your reaction to mean that we are a shoe in to win Best Costume?” the Father of the Greek Gods asked as he stood over me in his black suit with the skinny black tie, crisp white shirt, and the crazy afro wig that looked so wrong on him, but was so perfect.
Jules Winnfield in the flesh.
I had caught my breath by now, and was sitting upright in the chair. Staring. I just couldn’t look away from this hilariously twisted version of Pulp Fiction that was unfolding before my very eyes.
Zeus walked over to McCheese, gave him a long, slow once over, all the while nodding and smiling. The he pointed at his partner in crime, and in his best Samuel L Jackson voice declared, right there on my porch for all the neighborhood to hear: “Mmmmm! This is a tasty burger!”
And that, Modern Philosophers, is when I fell out of the chair and laughed so hard that I almost peed my toga.
“Your Jules is spot on,” Mayor McCheese praised Zeus.
“Merci, Royale with Cheese,” Zeus answered with a huge smile on his face.
Why haven’t you come up here to celebrate with us yet?