Ya huele a Halloween, y Garret Hill no se puede resistir. Si ya tiene magia de por sí, imagina lo que plancha con su patín-escoba en The Berrics. Siempre varita en mano, que el patín no se levanta del suelo solo.
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We can smell Halloween, and Garret Hill cannot resist himself. He has magic for his own, but imagine what he does with his skate-broom on The Berrics. Always with a wand on his hand, the skate would not fly otherwise.
