Skunk-Ape: Don’t worry, kid. We’ll think of something.
Howie: It’s either I go to the festival and become a vampire, or skip it and have everyone hate me. But there’s another option we’re both avoiding.
Howie: I could leave town.
Howie: I wish there was another option, but there’s not always a fairy-tale ending.
(Outside the window, there is a hand, holding a magic wand.)