A/N: A new fanfiction! The third in the Ghost Sheep trilogy. And, yes, I know I said it would be called Lobster's Revenge at the end of the last one, but I inadvertently lied… Sorry…
Disclaimer: I don't own Disney.
George was freaking out. The Vice President in charge of Supernatural Upkeep was coming for an inspection of the mansion, and he needed to make everything perfect! It all had to be appropriately musty, yet not overwhelmingly so, and there needed to be a healthy amount of cobwebs on every chandelier.
Everything appeared to be in order. There was just one more thing on his agenda for the day. Herding the Hitchhiking Ghosts into one soundproof, well secured room where they couldn't muddle anything up.
The only problem was that he couldn't seem to find them anywhere. He stopped short in his trek down the hallway when he found his feet stuck fast to the old, worn hardwood floors. Looking down, he discovered the floor was coated in sticky, quick-dry superglue. He was too late…
Phineus was freaking out, simultaneously with George, though he wasn't aware of that little tidbit. They had lost track of Lobster again, and George would metaphorically kill them if they messed up his inspection!
They had fortunately concocted a clever plan to recapture the fluffy creature. They would spread extra sticky crazy glue all over the hallway floor, and would simply wait until Lobster fell into their trap. He was just dropping by the hallway to see what he had picked up so far, when he noticed George, stuck fast in the trap they had set to make his life a tad easier. Ironic.
He attempted to sneak away from the scene, but George had already spotted him.
"PHINEUS!!!!" the ghost host screamed.
"Umm…yes, Georgey boy?" he replied meekly. Why was he the one getting blamed for this? This was Ezra's idea in the first place!
"Why, if you don't mind me asking, is there STICKY GLUE ALL OVER THE FLOOR?!!!"
"Well, you see, you have that whole 'inspection' thing going on today, so we were like, 'Oh! Why don't we do something nice and make sure Lobster is under control so that George doesn't kill us!' So, when we went to find him, well…we couldn't…and so we decided to catch him…by spreading extra sticky crazy glue all over the hall…You know, it sounded better on paper…"
"Phineus," George whispered, feigning calm, "I don't care what your twisted logic behind this was, but please get me unstuck from the hallway floor. Now."
"Okay," Phineus squeaked, then carefully floated over the sticky mess to where George stood, and started to grab his arms and try to pull him out of the mess. Unfortunately for George, that was when he happened to spot Lobster meandering around with Wolfgang through the open ballroom door, and, dropping George, he ran to go and catch the animal before it could escape again.
"NO!" George cried, "Phineus, forget the sheep! HELP ME!!!"
He yelped when he faintly heard a knock on the door, and, desperately, grabbed the nearest passing spirit in the hallway. As it were, it happened to be Emily. Not exactly a choice replacement for himself, but she'd have to do under the circumstances.
"Emily!" he said, grabbing her arm, "I need you to do something for me!"
"Oh, okay!" she giggled happily.
"I need you to go to the door, invite that nice man outside in, and then show him around the mansion, alright? Just take him through all the rooms, and then make sure to give him some refreshments afterwards!"
"Ooooh!" she squealed, "I love picnics!"
George sighed. He was doomed.