The Halloween edition of Traffic School was less a radio show and more a full-blown supernatural meltdown hosted from the eye of a cursed roundabout. The episode began in total confusion, with Viktor Wilt—insisting everyone call him “Victoria”—fumbling through microphones and mascara while Lieutenant Crain, ever the voice of law and reason, tried to keep the broadcast from turning into a spectral HR violation. Within moments, we were knee-deep in existential drag comedy: Viktor, “a very busy woman” for the day, preparing for his on-air makeover while bragging about his “winter sock enhancements,” and Crain sighing the sigh of a man who’s seen too much both on the road and in the studio.

As the Halloween chaos mounted, the phone lines exploded with callers clearly possessed by the spirit of absurdity. First up: Bronson, dressed as “a guy spreading pestilence and disease because his coworkers didn’t believe he was sick”—a costume so meta that Viktor declared it “the embodiment of 2020s office culture.” From there, the discussion veered into whether hanging an air freshener from your rearview mirror could get you arrested, a tangent that devolved into jokes about eight balls, marijuana leaves, and drug-sniffing ferrets. Crain somehow managed to explain real traffic law amidst all this, proving once again that the man can dispense legal wisdom even while surrounded by chaos demons and glitter.

Next came the ghostly voice of “John F. Kennedy, risen from the dead,” who called in to complain about Idaho school zones that never end. Crain advised him to sell his house, Viktor demanded new FCC rules, and the ghost of Camelot himself might have gotten a ticket had the show lasted another minute. They then dove into the geometry of yellow lights, where Crain casually revealed that timing formulas involve “the greater of six divided by T,” prompting everyone to collectively relive math trauma from high school. By this point, the energy in the studio felt like a séance conducted inside a traffic cone factory.

Just as Viktor began receiving his on-air makeup session from Becca—who critiqued his fake breasts live on the mic—Patrick called in to ask the ethical and legal implications of spiking someone’s drink “as a prank.” Crain responded with a story about his wife accidentally giving a liquor candy to a kid, which somehow made the entire thing sound like a PSA from the Twilight Zone. Viktor, meanwhile, cackled like a witch while Becca adjusted his eyeliner, and Crain quietly muttered, “It’s gonna take more than lighting to fix this project up.”

Then came the haunted house caller—a philosopher of the weird—who asked if the hosts would rather visit a fake haunted house or a real one filled with angry ghosts. Crain bravely chose the real one, Viktor removed his wig mid-broadcast and declared himself “a bald man in a skirt,” and Becca admitted she doesn’t do haunted attractions unless the ghosts are unionized. Somewhere in the background, Logan—the show’s eternally bewildered engineer—just sighed into his console as the studio turned into an improv nightmare about spiritual liability and spectral assault.

The final act was pure pandemonium: a mystery caller confessed to driving 93 miles per hour while on the phone with the cop in the room. Crain threatened to “see what happens if you keep that up,” Viktor laughed like a Halloween witch who’s legally liable for none of this, and Becca just kept blending foundation over his panic. The show closed with Viktor reminiscing about scaring babies with a rabbit skull mask—something he found hilarious and everyone else found deeply concerning—and Crain reminding listeners not to actually commit crimes, even festive ones.

In the end, Traffic School: Halloween Edition transcended the limits of radio. It wasn’t just a show—it was a séance for the absurd, a haunted courtroom presided over by Lieutenant Crain, where Viktor Wilt’s alter ego Victoria waged war against sanity, law, and good taste. Ghosts were called, wigs were removed, the FCC trembled, and somewhere deep in Idaho, a listener whispered, “This… this is what public safety sounds like.”