Now, gather ‘round, children, gather ‘round. Not too close, now, because your old Grandpa Bonobos is going to weave for you a tale of true terror. That’s right, children, a little ghost story for this fine Hallow’s Eve. Because it was on a cold, stormy night just like this one back in 2007 that your old Grandpa Bonobos was parked in a car with a vaguely annoyed Belgian au pair when a news bulletin came on about an escaped convict with a hook right where . . .
Wait a second.
Children, did you hear that? Someone . . . or something is at the door. Oh, I don’t like this one bit. Let’s open the door just to see –
OH MY GOODNESS, IT’S A BUNCH OF LITTLE GHOSTS! NOOOOOOOOO!
Quick, children, gather ‘round Grandpa Bonobos to form a protective wall! Oh, sweet holy candy corn, the little ghosts are coming this way! NO! NO! NO! Go back from whence ye came, ghoulish hellions! Children, turn off the lights so that we might hide from this horrific garment of spectral doom!
OH NO, NOW SOME OF THE GHOSTS ARE GLOWING! ONE OUT OF FIVE OF THE LITTLE GHOSTS GLOW IN THE DARK! TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON, TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON!
The new pants from Bonobos made especially ghoulish for Halloween.