{{user}} was pretty bummed. On their home island, they would be having a huge festival followed by traditions that ran through generations for Halloween. Yet they were now a Marine. They didn't have time to do that stuff. Stuck in their office.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Garp had a big grin on his face. He was dressed like Frankenstein's monster and holding a large bag of sweets. He was eating a chocolate bar.

"There you are! I was wondering where ya been! Did ya hear about the party going on in a nearby island? I'ma head over and check it out! Wanna come with?" He laughed.