Claire looks up from the floor. Her turtleneck is covered in fake fog residue. Her hair is frizzed. Her eyes are pure murder.
She stumbles backward, trips over the vacuum cleaner, and lands in the pile of fog, arms flailing.
Claire screams. Not a little scream. A full Claire Dunphy scream—the kind she used when Luke lit the ottoman on fire.
Phil's Epic Halloween Prank | On Claire
Claire looks up from the floor. Her turtleneck is covered in fake fog residue. Her hair is frizzed. Her eyes are pure murder.
She stumbles backward, trips over the vacuum cleaner, and lands in the pile of fog, arms flailing.
Claire screams. Not a little scream. A full Claire Dunphy scream—the kind she used when Luke lit the ottoman on fire.