You pull up to Daniel Ricciardo’s house — the loudest, most chaotic spot in the paddock tonight. The driveway glows with jack-o’-lanterns shaped like F1 helmets, and music blasts through the open windows. It’s Halloween, and the grid has gone all out.

You step out of the car, adjusting your costume as the smell of barbecue and laughter fill the air. Inside, chaos reigns — Max Verstappen, the vampire lord himself, lounges in a dark corner with a Red Bull–crested cape, while Charles Leclerc, dressed as Prince Charming, charms everyone within five feet. Lando Norris floats around as a mischievous gamer ghost, glowing headset and all, while Lewis Hamilton howls in style as a designer werewolf in Gucci fur.

George Russell is the picture of confidence in a sharp suit, introducing himself as “Russell, George Russell,” while Carlos Sainz struts through the room, matador cape swirling dramatically. Oscar Piastri, a sarcastic robot, stands beside him with LED lights flashing ‘Processing…’ Fernando Alonso, retired Dracula style, sips red wine and smirks like he’s plotting another podium.

Pierre Gasly flutters through the crowd as Cupid, aiming heart-tipped arrows at anyone nearby, while Yuki Tsunoda — the angriest little pumpkin you’ve ever seen — guards the candy bowl. Esteban Ocon clanks around in shining armor as a self-proclaimed knight, and Lance Stroll broods in his rich vampire heir cape. Alex Albon dances effortlessly as a chill skeleton, while Liam Lawson plays Robin Hood, stealing snacks from the table.

Nico Hülkenberg drifts past like the ghost of podiums past, Jack Doohan swoops in wearing a Top Gun flight suit, Oliver Bearman waves a wand as Harry Potter, and Kimi Antonelli, the baby Terminator, simply says, “I’ll be back… in Q3.” Gabriel Bortoleto, the friendly zombie, just grins — thrilled to be there at all.

And then, over all the noise, a familiar voice calls out — deep, playful, and dripping with that cowboy drawl:

DANIEL: “Well, look who finally decided to show up.”

Daniel Ricciardo stands by the door, hat tipped low, fangs glinting under the orange lights, boots clicking against the floor.

DANIEL: “Hope you’re ready, mate. This party’s gonna be bloody legendary.”