I Scream

Don't forget about "the running ice cream cone." After shedding his cone sandwich board, Cass renamed his Halloween costume, and bathroom breaks notwithstanding, he lived up to it every second of the night. TRICC charged down the sidewalk like a streak of sprinkled soft serve afraid to melt, mostly forgetting to stop at porch-lit doors for candy while his stuffed pantyhose cap struggled to maintain its artful twist.

Cass -- ice cream costume or not -- currently has a bit of an obsession with being "the leader."