((Any comments, questions, or edits for the story posted thus far? I'm more or less done with it, so all that's left is to make a few tweaks and submit it to the Halloween Funfest.))

Four shrimp tails wriggled from Gorgeous's mouth as he showed off his “mollusk made of mollusks” to a again bald man with no more monocles left to pop out of his eyes. The bald man's harem of bunnies giggled.
“You vulgar brute! I shall have security escort you to the exit!”
“Calm down Father Time, it's not Christmas yet, I want you to make peace with the ghosts of past, present and future before you have a heart attack.” He turned away, picking at his gums with a toothpick and stopping at before the sight of something he had never seen before: a hot tub with nobody in it. He looked to his left and right, he looked for any warning signs concerning the hot tub, he even dipped a glass into the tub and had a sip of the water, but he could not discover any reason why the steaming bowl of liquid pleasure was not filled with beautiful people, himself included. He was shocked with disappointment like a nun beholding empty pews on Easter. A heavy hand grabbed him on the shoulder from behind.

“Mr. Monotoli would like to see you,” a tall, gruff man said, clad in a black suit and intimidating hands.
“Why, is his hot tub broken? I'm already on the case, secret service.” Gorgeous began undoing the zipper of his pants, revealing boxer shorts adorned with red hearts.
“Sir, as an uninvited guest you are not allowed-”
“As an impolite host he has no excuse to withhold something as glorious as this!” Gorgeous splashed the bodyguard with the hot tub's scalding water. The bodyguard had just gotten his suit pressed that morning. He cracked his knuckles and punched Gorgeous into the water. The resulting splash doused several nearby guests and their house salads. On the ceiling, a painting of Mr. Monotoli touching fingers with God pointed and laughed. Another bodyguard emerged from the tinted bedroom of the penthouse, removed his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. He took the state trophy for Hot Springs Hippo Wrestling in high school, and polished it regularly. He leapt above the hot tub, but was tackled in mid-air by Lucky, who had stripped down to his underwear featuring a rubber duck wearing a life preserver.

Gorgeous splashed his attacker in the eyes and signaled Junior. “Back to back!” he yelled. “We've fought roadies tougher than these clowns!” The upset bodyguard located Gorgeous by the sound of his boasting and hooked him in the gut; Gorgeous went down, bubbles came up.

Junior shrieked. “I'm coming for you!” He leapt above the hot tub, but was tackled in mid-air by the Water Hippo Wrestling state champion, who locked Junior's arms behind his head and forced his head beneath the water. Through the bubbling, waving streams of water, Junior made eye contact with Gorgeous, who couldn't lift his head, either. Gorgeous flashed an arrogant smile: it all ends like this, huh? Junior couldn't bear to see his brother that way, and shut his eyes. His head felt warmer, warmer than the hot tub even. Had he caught some weird fever in Moonside? The sickness created a pulsating pain in his temple, but each pulse cooled his head. Junior clenched his eyes shut and concentrated on that feeling. He could feel a space opening around him each time the pulse occurred, and it sped up along with Junior's pulse. He could feel Gorgeous's hand in his hair, at first giving him a noogie then pulling hard as Gorgeous lost his breath. Not like this, my brother can't die in a hot tub at a party, at least I can't, not now, not before we're even on the road...

Junior felt a rush of water around him, then dropped into another small pool of water, this one freezing cold, with Gorgeous's feet sticking out from below. Junior frantically flipped him over. His fever was gone and headache cleared away.

“Gorgeous! Don't go! We can just get out of here! Let's leave!” Gorgeous emerged from the water, his eyed slowly uncrossed and his wits came back to him. A voice from above interrupted his remark.
“Leave? You just got back!” It was Esteban, twirling a drumstick in his hand. “We haven't seen you all night, and now you start splashing about in the jacuzzi hours after the party's over. What're you on?”
“We...we're...we're back? How?” Junior looked around him. The penthouse was the same size, but now the congratulatory banner was returned to the ceiling, the keyboardist was slumped on a couch with a groupie trying to talk his way into her dress, and the stench of cigar smoke and discarded food hung in the air. Gorgeous shook him by the shoulders.

“Just what I needed, bro! After an all-night Halloween binge like that, I was starting to see demons! A splash of water got me seeing straight again, though. Good thing you came with me, huh? Ha ha ha ha!”
“That's...I guess...who am I?” Junior was grateful to be back in what appeared to be Fourside but wanted to make sure he returned unscathed. Gorgeous stood up, boxers dripping frigid water back into the jacuzzi.
“Let it be known tonight that the Tonzura Brothers are no longer Gorgeous and Junior!” Junior looked down, afraid he'd done something wrong. “From now on, we are Gorgeous and LUCKY!” Lucky-formerly-known-as-Junior looked up, beaming with gratitude, and stood next to his brother. A muffled pair of voices emerged from the bedroom.
“Wuzzat?”
“The Tonzura Brothers are back, and The Runaway Five is going to rock the world!” Gorgeous pointed to the sky through the window. “As soon as our bus is ready for us, we're going to kick out the jams so hard we'll wake the dead!”

Lucky grinned at his brother's optimism. The night was looking pretty good, after a--
“WAIT!” Lucky dashed across the room to the keyboardist and his new squeeze, who now stood by the exit. The keyboardist was clad in a Tarzan tunic; his date, in a low-cut trenchcoat and blank facial mask that made her seem to have no face at all. Lucky pushed her out the door before the keyboardist could follow.
“What's the big idea? I'm going back to her place!”
“Not tonight you aren't,” Lucky said. “You don't want to leave with her, she's a maneater.”