IT'S TIME FOR A GROOVY HAUNTED MANSION GET TOGETHER PART ONE

By Swarlock

In a clearing with eerie dead tree trunks, lightning strikes. You shift your eyes to see a very strange house. It looks almost like a fun house. Of course if you were there you wouldn't be having fun.

Or would you?

"Welcome to Horrible Hall," a disembodied voice cackles as the moon rises. A wild looking bat flutters and tries to get into an open window in Horrible Hall. The way in moves down and the bat misses it completely. Sliding flatter than a pancake the bat changes shape and falls to the ground.

A very annoyed and frustrated Drac says to no one "This place is driving me batty."

Today is a very unusual day for The Goolies who spend most of the night cracking jokes and doing oddball things to pass away the hours until sunlight. Wolfie and Drac play table tennis using a spider for the ball, Hagatha is watering her moaning glory flowers while Frankie becomes Super Gool to save a kitty who scratches him wildly. Seems he didn't want to be saved.

Around after Midnight The Weird Window Time gets a workout. And here is where our story really begins.

"Hey, Drac. Why won't anyone kiss you?" Wolfie asks.

"I have bat breath!" he answers.

"Hey Mummy. Why is it safe to tell you secrets?" Sabrina The Teen Aged Witch asks.

"I'll keep it under wraps, Ya know." Mummy says.

"That reminds me a good story," Drac says as he begins remininscing.
"Oh, Oh. Looks like Drac's about to do a flashback trip. Arr-roo-roo!" Wolfie said.
"Oh dear," Frankie frowned. "Our faces get all blurry and melted."

Cue flashback:

All 999 ghosts from The Haunted Mansion are watching a concert from high above. Steven W. Warlock had won some show tickets to see The Mummies and The Puppies who were in fine tune tonight and the show was almost over. Frankestein, his afterlife long buddy for more than 600 years was really getting into the music.

"Man. Can those cats wail or what?" he said excitedly.

"Feh! We could do better," One of the ghost minstrels said scoffing at the players on stage.

"Oh yeah. The only tune you guys know is Grim Grinnng Ghosts. Haven't you got anything else in your reportoire?" Frankie snorted and sneered at the horn blowing spirit.

"Well, I never," The Hunchback Flutist said.

"Well, We better back get to Disney World, my friends," Master Gracey said to everyone.

"Do you think the boss missed us?" Ezra wondered.

"Are you kidding?" Phineas replied back. "With our luck Mickey could easily replace us with those animantronics we inhabit in the Mansion."

"And it was good of our newest cast members to lift the restrictions on all of us after that incident with Leota," The Tightrope Walker said smiling. "I really HATED being under her spell when that happened."

Madam Leota was mortified by the mere mention of it but said nothing.

When they got home the ghosts all decided to retire to their individual hidey holes and get some much needed rest. Steven and Frankiestein went home for the day to tend to business in their own haunted abode which was well secluded on the Disney grounds. No one ever ventured into the hidden swamp area but anyone stupid enough to do so did it at their own risk.

"You really ticked off the musicians while we were watching the concert, Pinhead!" Steven snarled at his room-mate.

"I speakth the truth, Buddy boy," he said laughing like a bithering idiot.

"Well, You better apologize to them tomorrow or I'll turn you into a meat lover," he warned him.

Frankiestein was having too much fun to care and settled into his coffin with his little wolf doll that rested on his pillow in the slab.

The next morning.

Arriving to work took longer than expected and Mickey was a stickler for Late Attendees. But because Steven W. Warlock and Frankiestein were special cases he let it slide. They were very good at their job at The Haunted Mansion.

Despite that he could be seen folding his hands looking more annoyed when they showed up.

"Guys. We have a problem. The Ghost Band at the mansion quit," Mickey said with a somber but cross look on his face.

Steven wanted to shoot Daggers from his eyes at Frankie at that point.

To be continued...