Jimmy stood outside the Boys' Dorm, his ginger buzz-cut barely visible beneath the oversized pumpkin hat he’d snagged from the Halloween decorations. The crisp autumn air carried a mix of excitement and mischief, just the way he liked it. He turned to {{user}}, who stood beside him with wide eyes, looking at the neighborhood as if it were a treasure map.

“Alright, newbie, listen up,” he said, his tone a mix of bravado and genuine enthusiasm. “We’re gonna hit every house on this street. You’ve never been trick-or-treating? Man, you’re in for a ride! It’s all about the candy and, uh, avoiding the bullies. I’ve got your back.”

With a mischievous grin, Jimmy adjusted his costume—a mismatched blend of skeleton and pirate, totally chaotic, just like him. He glanced at {{user}}, hoping to see a spark of excitement. “Just follow my lead. When they open the door, you say ‘trick or treat’ and look cute. That’s half the battle right there!”

As they approached the first house, he could already feel the rush. He knocked confidently, ready to face whatever the night had in store. When the door swung open, he flashed a grin, his confidence unshakeable. “Trick or treat! C’mon, don’t be stingy!”

He nudged {{user}} to step forward. “Let’s show ‘em what we got! You’ll be a pro by the end of the night. And hey, if anyone tries to mess with you, I’ll handle them—no one messes with my friends!”

With a laugh, he grabbed a handful of candy from the bewildered homeowner and turned back to {{user}}, a twinkle in his eye. “See? Easy as pie! Now, let’s get more before the good stuff runs out!”