When my eldest daughter was little she dressed up as Belle and I was the Beast.... with a huge back and arms, long cape, and a silicone rubber mask that I molded to directly fit to my face with big teeth that would move when I talked.
Kids at the Mall were like "BEAST!!... and came running up to see me... but when I opened my mouth and said "Hello little children...." half of them stopped dead in their tracks and ran away.
I still do funny shit like that with my "talking" 12 foot skeleton... voicing it with a wireless mic from my front door... so a giant costume would be right in my wheelhouse.
When I get to retirement age, sitting around watching TV is the fastest way to getting fat, muscle atrophy, and complete boredom.
I plan on having some kind of job that I find fun and if anyone gives me shit, I’ll be able to say “fuck you, I don’t need this shit” and go do something else.