About the time the girls had all of their immortal "bowling pins" in place, it happened!

BING! BANG! BOOM! came from the kitchen. "What the?!"

�Connor!? Did you leave k�lynn�s key in her room again?� demanded Duncan.

"Darn! She must have gotten it out of my pocket."

"Everyone, spread out," Methos grinned, "we're going on a spook hunt!"

�For PETE�s sake, it�s my turn to bowl!� muttered lahoffy. �Although � going on a spook hunt at a �Halloween Themed� party certainly fits the bill.�

Glittery trails of 'spercklz' led the fearless hunters through the kitchen, out the side door toward the stables.

Heading towards the stables, the glittery trail sparkled in the starlight, making it easy to track the wayward spectre. Although, the neighing of the horses was also a dead giveaway.

In case of SPOOK ESCAPE, break glass the vial said. Inside was a snap-and-shake glowstick in neon pink, which proved handy in the dim and musty stable. The group of CDCers and immortals followed the glowing light, single file.

"Jumpin' Jehosaphat!" Connor exclaimed at the front of the line, stopping short. Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom. They each bumped into the one in front of them. Duncan's firm grip on his kinsman's arm, and his strong back absorbing the jostling of the others was all that kept them upright.

KA-CHOO!!!! sneezed lahoffy, (dang that hay thing) sniffling. "EEEWWWW!!!! went everyone up the line from her.

�Lordy, would you look at what that imp has done?� exclaimed Connor. A chorus of complaints sounded behind him because, between Duncan and the other three immortals, not a CDCer could SEE!

Mounted on a horse, dressed only in a wig that would rival MacNair's hair, k'lynn was doing a fine impression of the notorious horsewoman, Lady Godiva. The lengthy hair covered everything except her innocent grin. "Lik mi kostoom?" she queried.

Not a single word escaped the lips of the immortals, dumbstruck as they were at the sight. Not until the CDC'ers pushed, shoved, and elbowed their way in front of them were they able to mount a muttered protest at having their view obscured.

�Oh. My. LORD!� said lahoffy. �We�ve just lost Connor for sure! He can�t resist k�lynn and he can�t resist the horses and he CAN�T resist the long hair!� She didn�t add the fact that he couldn�t resist a naked girl�that was just a given!

Peeling off sweaters, three immortals raced to cover the spectre, Richie protesting from the back of the group: "Party poopers!". The clanCDC didn't mind in the least. They rather enjoyed the sight of half nekkid immortals.

"Quite the gallant knights, aren't they?" asked lynnann. "But if you listen close enough, you'll see their shining armor seems to be a tad tarnished as they fight over who gets to cover that little sprite!"

�Resistance is Futile� is only the mantra for Star Trek Borgs, for it certainly had no bearing on k�lynn. She fought and she kicked, she yelled and she bit, until the steed she was mounted on was alarmed enough to lunge through the immortals and tear out of the barn! The wig, long and curly and partially streaked with glitter, ended up being sported by Methos � a look that rivaled the mental image of him being bald!

Shrieking with laughter, the gaggle of girls fell on Methos, teasing the old Horseman mercilessly as he struggled to keep his jeans on, muttering "Lay off!" halfheartedly. Meanwhile, all immortals under the age of 500, raced after the fleeing sprite. They stopped at the door, as horse and rider disappeared in the moonlit mist, the sight of her bare backside resembling nothing as much as honeydew melons. Two turned back for horses of their own and Richie raced for his motorcycle. It was going to be a long night on the trail of a spectre even though there were only 7 letters left!

Thankfully, k'lynn liked LOTS of glitter, so there was a clear trail of the sparkly stuff in a glittery streak towards the forest. Riders on horseback and cycle were hot on the heels of the runaway nymph, each wondering who would catch her first.

Unfortunately for all the wild riders, k�lynn *poofed* into her ethereal form once she reached the woods � and the glitter trail vanished as if the moonlight was a co-conspirator. Her laughter floated through the trees, burbled with the stream that wound down through the meadow, and chuckled on the wind that circled them like a temptress. Methos tilted his head and then smiled. �Let her go. It�s Halloween and she�s a spook � this is her night to roam wild with no walls, no doors, and no keys.�

"Very well," the others agreed. "She'll return in the morning," Duncan predicted, "when I make a special breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes just for her."

"Hey!" the rest of the clan protested, "What are we? Chopped liver?"

"What are you?" Duncan asked. "Wikked wenches, that's what." "Wikked, naughty wenches." Methos muttered from where he lay, still wearing the blond wig, no sweater and half-way out of his jeans.

"'Xactly," the girls nodded vigorously, "and don't you forget it! And just for that, we want breakfast served in bed!"

"But I'd have to get out to do that," his warm chocolate eyes gazed at the girls, melting them into piles of goo. "That could be a problem," they admitted. "Does IHOP deliver?"

"Yesterday they did." Richie piped in, licking his lips in remembrance of the blueberry pancakes he'd had. "Then problem solved." Duncan said.