Random Doobings

Captain Doobie, after some struggling (owing entirely to the chair which had been placed in front of the door) barged into the bathroom. Here he confronted a be-shavingcreamed and altogether quite embarrassed Goodtime Slim.
"Aha!" he declared, channeling James Earl Jones from the internets, "I thought so!"
Goodtime Slim his his face in shame. "Don't look at me!" he cried, "I'm hideous!"
"Oh shit yeah," agreed Captain Doobie.
Goodtime Slim was a bit miffed. "You don't have to agree quite so readily," he told his housemate.
"Bugger off. Anyway, I know what you're up to, bucko. You're growing a moustache!"
This was true. Goodtime Slim could hardly deny it, standing as he was in the bathroom, in his pyjamas with a face freshly-shaven save for the delicate curls of shaving cream on his upper lip. He knew there was no reasoning with Captain Doobie, so he decided to brazen it out.
"Indeed," he replied, "Because it's Movember."
"Movember?" shrieked Captain Doobie, mainly because he found so few opportunities to do so, "Poppycock. You know full well that it's Burt Reynolds' birthday coming up. I bloody know you, mate. You were gonna dress up in a red shirt and black jeans and try to scam a test drive in a Trans-am."
Goodtime Slim thought this was grossly unfair, completely true though it was. "Don't tell me you've never wanted to."
"True, but I already have a beard." This was a point for debate. Whatever the bum-fluff covering Captain Doobie's face and chin was, it could only very loosely be called 'a beard'.
Captain Doobie grew thoughtful. "I suppose I could go the 'fro instead," he mused.
Goodtime Slim considered this. "What, Frovember?"
"Yes."
"The mo's already have that one." Goodtime Slim smiled, "Why don't you try 'Froctober' instead?"