I heard him telling her no, it's fine. No, really, it's fiiiiine. Then my ears perked a bit. JD was talking to his mother. On Halloween. And she's a seamstress. My deduction powers (It's elementary, my dear Watson!) told me she was offering something I'd like. Oh, like, a DOG COSTUME.

And I was right.

She had extra fabric and it wouldn't be a problem to simply throw something together for Polo. Before JD could say otherwise, I was screaming in the background. Woohoooo…wohoooo..wooooHOOO!! JD might be saying no, but my shrieks conveyed something else.

So, Internet, my dear Polo went trick or treating as Peter Pan…or Robin Hood, depending on your view…

And if you're wondering if this was some devious plot of mine, you're right. I mean, HOW ELSE WOULD I GET A BUCKET OF CANDY?!