Tom liked fire, and loud colorful ones were even more fun. Of course, there was always the chance that they might go into the trees, or into somebody's house, and cause a real, uncontrolled fire that would just be freaking awesome, so he wasn't about to miss it. And he supposed they were cool enough even without the real fire involved.
He'd gotten himself a hot dog (not nearly as good as a goblin dog, but he supposed he could eat it), and was squirting ketchup all over it when the bottle slipped a bit and hit a person next to him smack in the face. He tried not to giggle, but biting his teeth just made him look a bit ridiculous.