Good thing this Beatnik costume, Beatnick Boy, from Ben Cooper is flame retardant; you never know what those beatniks are smoking. Just practice snapping your fingers together with an air of aloofness, and have a short beat poem ready to amuse the candy givers. (For those of you old enough to know what I'm talking about, for the life of me, the mask keeps reminding me of Paul Winchell!) Oddly enough, this is the first mask I've seen that fits comfortably in the box–like, just hanging out man–you know what I mean?
