A/N: Chapter 2! Yay! Hope you enjoy it! Thank you to all my reviewers of Ch. 1. You're comments are appreciated and all critique is considered! Bear with me, please, and keep reading! I love hearing what people think!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Haunted Mansion or any of the Hitchhiking Ghost's. Only their sheep.

Phineus and Ezra were lounging lazily in the Graveyard. Ezra was busily eating away at a whole pizza, while Phineus watched with a mix of repulsion and fascination.

"Ezra, what are you doing?" Phineus finally asked in a voice that said 'I don't really want to know, but feel it is my civic duty to ask anyhow'.

"Eating," he mumbled around a large pepperoni.

"But…we're ghosts. We can't eat."

"So?" Phineus sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Only Ezra…" he muttered, turning his head away, "Do you know where Gus went?"

"Mmmhhnnff." Phineus looked at his partner, standing up. The skeletal ghost had just crammed two slices of ham and pineapple into his mouth at once.

"….I'm going to…go find Gus…" he stammered, transfixed on a string of cheese hanging out of the corner of Ezra's mouth.

Ezra attempted an 'okay', but dropped a large piece of crust out of his mouth onto the grass in the process. He gave Phineus a thumbs up while hastily shoving the chewed up piece of bread back into his mouth. Phineus, thoroughly disgusted, gave him a weird look and headed back towards the mansion.

Phineus found the dwarf in his room, absorbed in an epic battle to jam a cat-sized collar over the sheep's head. So far, the sheep was winning.

"Make head smaller!" he cried out in frustration, "Make head smaller!! MAKE HEAD SMALLER!!" The tiny man grabbed his ball and chain, preparing to bring it down on the ectoplasmic livestock's noggin.

Phineus lunged forward, knocking the weapon out of Gus's hands. "No! Bad Gus! You promised to take care of the sheep! If you keep shouting like this, George'll hear and find out about him!"

"Gus take care of sheep!" he insisted, "Gus name sheep Lobster!"

"Lobster?" Phineus repeated questioningly, then, thinking better than to query Gus's decisions, chose to quickly remove the tiny collar from his reach instead. "Why don't we see if we can find a bigger collar, Gus?"

"NO!! Gus make head smaller!"

"Gus, remember, we use our words, not our actions." Gus then flew into a temper tantrum, throwing himself onto the floor, thrashing around in a rage of screams and sobs. Phineus rushed to restrain the flailing midget before he broke something, and they spent the next fifteen minutes wrestling around on the oh-so-dirty carpeting of Gus's cell-no, sorry, room.

When the dwarf's fit had finally died down, the two rose, panting heavily, faces flushed.

"Better?" Phineus asked through sharp intakes of oxygen.

"Gus better," he sniffled. The two looked around the room.

"Oh no…" Phineus whispered in horror, eyes darting from the miniature collar he held in his hand to the open door.

"Bad Lobster." Gus said. The transparent sheep was nowhere to be found.

A/N: Bum bum bum!! Dramatic, huh? No? Didn't think so…Anyways, R&R! Please leave your comments, I'd love to hear them!