George chuckled at Fred's nose wrinkle and clambered onto the foot of the bed, letting the pups continue to wake his Twin. He grinned back at his big brother, not bothered at all by the abnormal greeting.
"Morning Forgie." His voice was almost sing-song, which was kind of weird for George because he was never really a morning person - unless there was something he was excited about, then he took on the personality of a little kid at Christmas. Today was an exciting day, it would seem.
He bounced a little on the bed as he shuffled up it and moved to sit next to his Twin, Nessie coming over and plonking himself on George's lap - making himself at home. "I had the most brilliant idea ever." George began, he speech pattern getting quicker the more he spoke. "We should have little bat-shaped biscuits... like the Canary Creams... only battier. You know, for Halloween. We could have mini bat people running about the shop. And maybe pumpkin tarts that turn your head into a pumpkin for a few hours."
Guinness headbutted his hand a little, trying to get a pat, which George happily obliged. "So, how 'bout it? Halloween treats? Good, yes?"
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