A/N: I come with a new HM fic! A parody of the Wizard of Oz! I'm doing this as a joint fic with a good friend of mine, I think therfore I am, so everyone give her a big round of applause!

Disclaimer: I do own Disney! Ha, just kidding, no I don't. I'm still just a nerd, sitting at my computer hoping that someday I will.

George sat in the library, attending to his trademark pastime: paperwork. There was just something pleasant about the aroma of ink on paper! He looked up when there was a knock on the door.

There, crowded around the doorway, was just about every ghost in the mansion, all looking rather disgruntled, some wiping what appeared to be vomit off their shoes. It was rather repulsive…

Wolfgang was at the head of the mob, and he now stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"Ahem…George, you know how I hate everything, right?" he asked. George nodded. "Well, you see, that includes puke, even when it does come from a fluffy little ovine!"

"Ovine?" George asked.

"It's the technical word for sheep," said one of the talking busts perched on the bookshelves.

"Oh," George said, then nodded, indicating that Wolfgang should go on.

"And, well…" At this point, the miserable organist burst into tears, cueing some ghosts in the crowd to part and shove the Hitchhikers forward, looking awkward and uncomfortable.

"Hiya, Georgey," Ezra said with a forced skeletal grin, "I think what Wolf boy here is trying to say is…Lobster's sick…He has some kind of sheep chicken pox, or something, and, well, he won't stop throwing up…"

George grunted. "So that's what was in my sock drawer this morning…How did that dang sheep even get in there?!"

They shrugged.

"And, it seems everyone else is kind of sick of sheep upchuck…they formed an angry mob and dragged us down here!"

"Much as it pains me to say it, George," Wolfgang added with a sniff, "I think Lobster needs to go outside for a while."

George nodded.

"Alright, then," he replied, "Lobster will go outside until he has recovered."

A great cheer erupted from the crowd of spirits.

The Hitchhikers glared at George menacingly…

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George's scream was stifled by a bony hand as he was pulled from his bed in the middle of the night. He looked around wildly to find that the Hitchhiking Ghosts were carrying him out of the mansion, into the outer regions of the graveyard, beyond the morgue.

"George, we hate to do this to you," Phineus said apologetically, as if to say that he had wanted no part in this, "But if you kick Lobster out, we're afraid we're going to have to throw you down the well."

George's eyebrows rose into the upper portion of his forehead.

"But we don't have a well!" he cried.

"Not that you know of!" Ezra screamed, receiving a glare from Phineus.

"Be quiet!" the semi-sensible one hissed.

"Sorry," Ezra whispered.

"Down you go, Georgey!" they all murmured, and tossed him down into the dark depths of a little stone wishing well.