It was a cold winter day, as usual for this time of the year the wind could be heard howling through the dead snow covered trees. The wind would wisp up the dusty snow from the ground here and there, whipping it up and through the air only to land it against the cold, dark structure of Whipstaff. The cold, dark and drab exterior that should usually look far more dead than usual, oddly enough had abit of a warm feeling to it. Perhaps it was the Christmas lights that were neatly strung across the entrance of the Manor. Perhaps even the wreath looking garland that wrapped itself around the banisters with even more colorful lights. The windows that were used to being seen as dark and empty were now filled with a warm golden glow from the lighting within. Silver colored smoke could even be seen coming from the pipes on the roof, showing the use of the wonderfully warm lit fireplaces inside. The ghosts that dwelt inside of the usually damp manor weren't pleased with the colorful lighting of their home. That or if they were they wouldn't let anyone know about it. This holiday usually wasn't their favorite with everything that happened around that time of year in the past. Over the years though they really had started to forget more and more about that reason, covering it over with any excuse that they could find, just to bore the memory from their mind.
However, despite their so called 'hate' for this time of the year, all of the ghosts could be found right outside in the snow. What were they doing out there? Why they were having their first snowball fight in years. The ghosts were paired off for this special snow fight, Casper with Kat, Stinkie with Melle and Fatso with Stretch. Kat and Casper would peek out from behind their little snow pit they created. Within seconds the two would be bombarded with a flock of snowballs. Kat eeped loudly, ducking back down into the pit. "Ack!" Casper called out as he closed his eyes, letting a few of the snowballs go through him. "Hah, you missed me!" He pointed at Stretch with a grin on his face. Before he could blink his face was introduced to a single snowball, and boy was it a knock out. As Casper landed in the pit, he wiped his face off and leered , tapping his fingers on the ground. Melle and Stinkie would peek out just over the edge of their snow fort looking between the two other forts. As they sunk back down into their fort the two exchanged an evil grin. "I've got an idea..." Melle grabbed the specters shoulder, whispering a plan to him. Upon hearing the plan, Stinkies face would slowly morph into that of the Grinch.
Stretch and Fatso clung to their ammo, waiting for the right moment to go after whichever they saw move first. "What da 'ecks goin ' on 'ere?" Stretch hissed out lightly, starting to suspect something. Casper and Kat had been peeking out here and there, trying to hit the two ghosts, but there was no movement over by Stinkie and Melle. It wouldn't be but a minute later that Stretch would get his answer. In front of both of the other teams pits, Stinkie popped through the ground in the appearance of a pirate ship, attacking the two with snow balls that he fired from the canons. Neither party had enough time to avert from being hit, but both teams did manage to start throwing their own snow balls at him. "Phantom Ship sunk! Phantom Ship sunk!" Stinkie would flail his arms, morphing himself into what would like like the Titanic sinking through the snow. When Stinkie got back to the base he held his head, a goofy look across his face. "I hope dey know, DIS means war!" Stretch sprouted a malicious grin on his face, cracking his knuckles he'd bring Fatso closer whispering his plan to him.
Meanwhile it was Melle and Stinkie verse Kat and Casper, the two pairs striking each other with snowballs. Suddenly both teams would halt their fire, looking towards Stretch and Fatso's stronghold. Stretch had morphed himself into what looked like a machine gun and was projecting his voice out at Fatso. "Fire when ready!" The long nosed ghost grinned and cackled out. "Huh...?" Kat, Casper, Stinkie and Melle all raised their eyebrows, exchanging glances in curiosity of what Stretch had meant. They couldn't see Fatso anywhere, that is until they saw a large round shadow hovering over them. Slowly the four looked up all of their eyes bugging out. "Bombs Away!" The fat ghost would laugh out, as he released a truck load of snowballs over them. All four would scream and shout, doing their best to run away, or in some cases fly. As the small group started to scatter and run, Stretch keeping track of which way they were going. "Oh look, I didn't know it was open season on Cold Turkey!", He'd snicker out, letting loose an array of snowballs at the four of them ala Machine Gun style.
Melle would dive to the ground behind a pine tree, Stinkie following close behind her. "Boy 'e sure means buisness dis time! Dis is da best place fer now or were gonna get downed!" Stinkie nervously spoke as he peeked out from behind the tree. Meanwhile Kat and Casper both became snow fodder. "I've been hit!" Kat would stumble back placing a gloved hand over the flattened snowball on her ribs. "Noooo, Kat!" Casper called out flying over and catching her before she fell into the snow. "You've gotta hold on, just...hang in there! We'll get you to the doc!" Casper acted out his part cheesily as he dragged Kat towards the entrance. "No, it's too late for me, save yourself!" Kat turned around and begged, clinging to the ghosts shoulders. "Uhm...It's kind of late for me too.."Casper stated drabbly, both of his eye lids closing part way with a slightly amused grin beginning to grow. "Oh...Right." Kat would shrug her shoulders and grin nervously.
With Kat and Casper out of the way Stretch and Fatso were free to go after Stinkie and Melle who had continued to hide behind their tree. A rumbling could be felt through the ground, the snow from the trees starting to fall off. The two would quickly dive from the spot they had been sitting at. Both would cringe as they watched the snow hit RIGHT where they were sitting. "Yeesh, that was close!" Melle blinked, giving off an uneasy look. The Pine Tree would then be knocked over Stinkie and Melle backing up abit startled by it. "Y'wanna see close, look in front of ya!" Stretchs nasally voice would cackle out at the spooked couple. Gulping both Melle and Stinkies heads would slowly turn only to find A HUGE Tank morph made from both Fatso and Stretch in front of them. Screaming out loudly Stinkie and Melle clung to each other, their eyes focused on the Tank nozzle that was RIGHT in their face. Eyes having popped out of thier head with fright, the two began running as fast as they could, well, Melle ran anyway.
As the two fled they were quickly tailed by Fatso and Stretch who continued firing upon them. "Were not gonna make iiittt!" Melle flailed as they would FINALLY make it to the porch. However, that wasn't really a good thing as Stretch and Fatso had them right where they wanted. The two just grinned evilly to one another, opening fire on the pair. Stinkies eyes widened as he hmpfed to himself and flew in front of Melle."Get behind me!" He'd fakely roll-up his non-existent sleeves, letting out a blast of his green horrible halitosis breath, some of the snowballs melting on touch. As the two other ghosts burst into laughter and entered the house Stinkie would grin triumphantly and turn around to face Melle. "HAH! We be-...at...them..oh...What da 'eck...happe-..?" Stinkie would question as he stared at Melle who was covered in snow from being hit. Giving a totally unamused look, she'd smirk and stick her hand straight through Stinkie tapping her foot softly on the ground. Nervously Stinkie would grin, shrug and place a hand on the back of his head before floating back inside muttering, "S-sorry..!" Finally shaking her head and laughing Melle followed him in.