This Is Halloween

I've been working at a new job the past few weeks, at a costume store.
The highlight of working there is that I get to dress up for Halloween. I think that's why I get along with my co-workers so well; we all get decked out on the weekends.

There's one co-worker in particular that I find hilarious. He's always got me in stitches. So Saturday we were gearing up for a busy day, when I decided it would be more exciting if we had a challenge/contest. Now when you work at a costume store you quickly pick up what sells and what does not. I have sold many naughty nurses and police officers, for example. Others people won't even touch.
I wagered my co-worker, (I'll call him Munster) that I could sell the giant chicken costume and if I did, that I would be ale to pick any costume in the store for him to wear. Then we added that if he could sell a Judy Jetson costume that he could pick any costume for me to wear. (Really, when's the last time anyone's watched the Jetsons? For me it was 15 years ago.)


Little did I know that we had a Slave Leia outfit in stock.



At first I was oblivious to any diabolical plan. I was just trying my damnedest to sell that expensive chicken. But when I come back from break I find all the Judy Jetson's pulled off the high shelf and plastered with these notes:



SUNUVABITCH, IT'S ON!! TIME TO STEP UP MY GAME!