Halloween in Smallville was always fun. Unlike in Metropolis, people actually liked Halloween and decorated their houses and porches, and as a dad of a 10-year-old ecstatic boy, Clark couldn’t ask for a better neighbourhood. Everybody kept Halloween pranks and costumes kid-friendly for the most part, and everybody knew each other, so there was no need to check every single piece of candy Jon would bring home.

It was around 7 pm; the sun had gone down, and the neighbourhood was lit by the streetlights and neon glow from the passionate Halloween decorations adorning every house. Clark was walking next to his son, Jon, as the two of them went trick-or-treating through the street, trying not to walk into other trick-or-treaters as Jon pulled him by his arm. Jon was dressed as Pikachu while Clark was a big version of Ash from Pokémon, an adorable matching costume.

Jon’s pillowcase was nearly full of candy after an hour of trick-or-treating; most residents in the area were giving out ridiculous amounts of candy with stories of their grown-up daughters or sons who no longer lived with them.

They were nearing the end of the strip, and Clark was still being dragged by Jon, who was no less excited than when they had started earlier in the evening.

Now, Jon is pulling his dad up the porch of the last house before the end of the street, his little legs hopping with a seeming never-ending excitement for the chance of getting even more candy.

After ringing the doorbell, Jon stands straight in front of the door with a big, happy grin, waiting for it to open. Clark himself was amused, too. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jon so excitedly giddy before; then again, Jon has never had so much candy at once.

"Trick or Treat!" Jon cries happily as his eyes beam brighter when you open the door, despite it being quite a bit after everyone stops trick-or-treating.