Costumes were easy this year: Intergalactic Freaks. Gas Mask, jeans, sweatshirt, water gun spray painted silver. At the last minute, The Smaller Hooligan added a cowboy hat, making him an Intergalactic Freak with a Space Cowboy twist.
I let them buy the gas masks last spring--we were sucked into a huge army-navy surplus store in the Belltown area of Seattle. They really really wanted to buy grenades, or bowie knives, or ak-47s, so the masks were a pacifist victory, of sorts. They used their own money ($16). And I said they would have to use them for Halloween.
Hooligan Halloween costumes always revolve around the weapon. They are such deprived children--I generally do not let them have toy guns. I even object to water blasters and nerf guns--Bad Grandma goes behind my back so they get them anyway, curse her. Halloween is an opportunity to get me to buy them a warlike toy. They have been skeleton pirates with swords, cowboys with six shooters, knights with swords and shields, robots with blasters...... you get the idea.
When the Larger Hooligan was in first grade, he was really into penguins, so they told me they wanted to penguins. Cute! I ran with that! I found big black hooded sweatshirts at the thrift store, added white felt for the stomach and underside of the wings, googly eyes, yellow beaks--adorable. Right before the holiday they said they'd changed their minds, they must be ninjas. With Numchucks. NOOOOOO! I totally bribed them to go with the penguin plan by buying them orange plastic pistols.
Penguins with guns. Whatever. I guess if I had a girl I'd be sick of fairy costumes.