"Sounds very nice," Tea Ceremony Minion says, her long, thin antennae perked up thoughtfully. "So you say hello to everyone you meet?"
"Well that's gay," Scout Minion says with a crass smirk.
"Both of you, please!" Holiday Minion requests with a gentle smile. "Allow me to explain. All Hallows Eve is a holiday when you dress up as something totally different, like in a costume— where you become something you like, or something scary!"
"Like Royal Knights?" a minion in the crowd asks among hushed whispers and agreeing nods.
"Exactly!" Holiday Minion points. "It's a magical night, where children in costumes go about trick or treating— which is a way of getting free candy from old people!"
Sweets Minion gasps. "W-free candy?!"
Token Socialist Minion also jolts in shock. "C-coerced redistribution of capital?!"
Holiday Minion nods with a nervous squint. "P-precisely! They either get candy from the people living in the home, or they play a trick on them."
Dastardly Traps Minion and General Creep Minion crack their knuckles and lick their jaws. "This'll be rad," Dastardly Traps Minion says, sounding exactly the way you would expect a traps-obsessed person to sound.
"Y-yeah. So costumes, trick or treating, and haunted stuff!" Holiday Minion explains; the red-yellow trees above shake with a crawling weight.
"Sounds fun!"
"Like the idea."
"I like scaring people."
"Geometric Shapessss," respond a few minions amidst the briskly-scented fall winds of the woodland tower's outside grounds.
Holiday Minion nods. "Wonderful! Now let's come up with some roles for everyone and make sure that everyone is comfortable with what they'll be doing for the presentation to his Most Festivene-"
With an instant, critical slam, a crazy minion drops down from the branches right onto the stage.
"Wh-" Holiday Minion stumbles back in the flurry of disrupted leaves. "Just who is-"
"Did somebody say, Extreme?!" the heavily scarred, grinning minion yells.
"N-no, nobody said-"
"Well this is about to become the most extreme holiday presentation ever!"
"It's Super Maniac Minion!" one minion yells.
"Somebody, catch him and put him back in his cage!" calls another.
"His ideas are too dangerous!" cries one more.
"Heh!" Super Maniac Minion crosses his arms with pretentious confidence. "All Hallows Eve? More like All Hallows… sleeve!"
"That's not even fu-"
"Shut up, dudes. Let me tell you how we're going to make this the most extreme presentation ever!"
"I-I say, Maniac, you can't just barge in here and mess up our meeting with your ridiculous pla-"
"Check this out," Super Maniac Minion asserts, extending his hands out with visionary flair. "Instead of 'All Hallows Eve', how about 'All Hell-ow's! Eve'!?"
There's a cheer among the crowd. That name is way cooler.
"Whoa, like every hell in existence?"
"That's so spooky!"
"And people would totally say 'ow!' when they experience it!" say three minions from the crowd in uproarious agreement.
"P-please, everyone! Don't be derailed by-"
"You!" Super Maniac Minion cries with a point down at Baseball-Analogy Minion.
"Me?"
"You can smash the shit out of people in the haunted house display!"
"R-" Baseball-Analogy Minion's features darken with realized dreams of depraved eldritch violence. "Yeah, I could," he says, pulling down the visor of his helmet edgily.
"And you!" He points to General Creep Minion.
"Eh?"
"You like tying people up in unsafe places before shaking them down for money, don't you?"
A hideous grin crosses General Creep Minion's jaws. "Yeah."
"As I thought! Turns out I have sweet jobs for everyone! The Head Maniac's gonna be blown the hell away by what we're about to sho-"
"Don't you dare take this from me, Maniac! This is my job!" Holiday Minion bashes his little fists against Super Maniac Minion, but all the days of enjoying peppermint tea and reading comfy Kingsday stories to the very little minions is not the sort of activity that prepares one for a fight with Super Maniac Minion.
"Pffft." With a single, critical cross of the fist, Super Maniac Minion sends Holiday Minion flying in a spin off the stage— his white infusia twisting through the air before he crashes down into an unconscious, brutalized heap.
"Nerrrrrd," Super Maniac Minion scoffs before turning back to the now-enthused crowd. "Come on, my bros. Let's go rescue the other maniacs! I know they got some lit ideas for this!"
There's a silence. It's considered an act of treason to break minions out of Mintuanamo Bay in the Penal Tower— but Super Maniac Minion has a way with inciting action toward the darker directions.
"You guys don't wanna be like that jingle-ass goon, do you?"
Silence and negatives from the crowd, ushering him on.
"Hell no! So we're gonna make this the scariest holiday ever! You guys think normal All Hallow's Eve is scary? Just wait for what I've got in store!" He flips a white-scarred hand up like a eureka. "But first I know everyone with the best ideas will all be in that shithole Mintuanamo! Let's go!" With a crazed leap, Super Maniac Minion executes a stylish flip in the direction of the nearest space gate. In a display that would dishearten The High Overlord, nearly seven tenths of the group actually rush off with him, hooting and cheering with violent excitement.
Watching the maniac and his retinue disappear around the tree-line, Bird-Feeding Minion and Worry Minion exchange a quick glance.
"This is going to end poorly, isn't it?" Worry Minion asks.
"Yeah, it's gonna be bad." Bird-Feeding Minion nods with a relaxed, however displeased look. "Let's get Holiday back on his feet."
"Right."