Scott was walking down the neighborhood street as the sun already settled on Halloween night. He passed a few little trick-or-treaters, noting that most of the little girls aren’t dressed in scary costumes. “These little girls don’t even look frightening,” Scott mumbled to himself. Then, he spotted a group of girls who are all dressed as pretty princesses. “And who ever sees a scary princess on Halloween?” So the young man took off his backpack and unzipped it. He pulled out a large water gun, which was filled with red paint. “Bet I’ll enjoy this year’s by causing some mayhem,” Scott said to himself with a smirk.
Once he ditched his backpack, the guy put on the hoodie of his black jacket before rushing towards the girls who wore princess outfits. “Trick-or-treat, you little brats,” yelled Scott while he squirted some red paint at the girls. “Hey! That’s not nice. Look at what you done to our costumes, y