"Ging! Jacques! Get the hell out here, now!" BJ yelled as he slammed the door to the roadhouse the next morning. Jacques ran out of his room with his dumbbells and Ginger tap-danced down the wall to perch on the couch. BJ was pacing so wildly there were trail marks in an oval shape on the rug.

"What is zhe problem Beatlejuice?"

"Yeah, no need to shout!"

"I think Lydia's in trouble. There's some guy following her. I gotta find out who he is!"

"Lydia in trouble! Sacré bleu! What shall we do?"

"Well let's start smartly. What does he look like?" Ginger asked calmly.

"I dunno. Black hair, black clothes. That's all I got from her. But I'm going with her to her gallery opening tomorrow night to see if I can find him."

Ginger paused. "The graduation gallery opening?"

"Yeah."

The spider gushed. "She's been talking about that show for months!"

BJ paused. "Wait… she talked to you about it?"

"Of course she did!" Ginger snapped. "Girls need other girls to talk to, you know! That ball gown she's been making is for the event!"

The ghost grinned. "What does she say about me?"

"Beetlejuice! Zis is not zhe time for zhat! We must 'elp Lydia!"

"Alright alright alright! Gotta think…"

The three of them sat down on the couch with their heads propped up on their hands. BJ's brain popped out of his head and ran in circles around the room until he stood up to catch it.

"Damn it, my mind's running in circles."

"Beetlejuice, Lydia told me this is a very important opening for her career. A bunch of fancy photography book agents are coming, including that guy from Insects Weekly magazine."

"Lydia loves that magazine!" he exclaimed.

"I know. She must be very frightened if she's asking you to come with her. You ruin every party she's ever taken you to!"

BJ looked genuinely insulted. "That's not true!"

Jacques and Ginger gave him a scolding look.

"Okay it's true. But this one's different! She said she was gonna ask me to go anyway!"

Looking proud, he put his hands up on his hips and raised his eyebrows. Ginger and Jacques teared up.

"That iz so romantic! Beatlejuice, she must really love you."

"She wanted you to be there for her big moment! How sweet!"

Very out of character, suddenly BJ felt embarrassed. He even blushed a little. "Alright, shut up! Seriously! We gotta have a plan!"

"But we need some clue as to who zhis mysterious man is, mon ami. What exactly did Lydia say?"

"Did she give you any clues at all?"

BJ scratched his scalp. A palmetto bug flew out of the mass of tangles. "Damn it! Missed one." He threw it in his snack bag in his pocket. "Save that guy for later…"

"Beatlejuice! FOCUS!"

"Alright, okay! Let's see… she said that she saw him at the coffee shop on the way home, and at her night classes, and at the gallery opening… wait a sec… all of those things are at night!"

"What only wanders around at night?" Ginger asked.

"Vampires." Beetlejuice immediately concluded. "Shit. I haven't seen a vampire since I was alive. What's one doing following around Lydia?"

"Mon ami, zhere is no proof zhat 'e is or is not. You are just going to 'ave to keep your eyes peeled tomorrow night." Jacques said. He began doing bicep curls. "And keep your body strong, as well as your mind. …Beatlejuice, are you listening to moi?"

"What's that? I'm peeling my eyeballs."

Ginger knocked the carrot peeler out of BJ's hand and rammed his eyeballs back in his skull. "Listen, beetle breath!" she said in a very authoritative tone. She climbed up on his chest and seized his trench coat lapels. It really surprised BJ – he instantly gave her his full attention. "I don't care if it's a giant bunny rabbit following Lydia around! If you mess up that party for her, well, I've never stood up to you before Beetlejuice, but so help me I'll use every trick I know to make sure your new roommates are sandworms!"

The ghost gulped dramatically.

"Lydia is very precious to all of us, so you better not make a scene! I expect you to be a perfect gentleman!"

"Ginger, you do know zhis is Beatlejuice you are talking to?" Jacques said hopelessly.

"I don't care! And for goodness sakes, you're not going dressing and smelling like that, understand! We've got to get you cleaned up! Jacques, get Doomy, we're going to the mall! We've got to get him something to wear!"

"CLEAN? You've gotta be kidding me!"