If some of you have already read some of my fanfics about Beetlejuice's life before death; that was toward the movie version and not the cartoon. I am keeping his name Brain Jackson, but his past life will remain unknown. Thanks for reviewing my story so quickly and you'll know me well enough to keep you updated but I also hit a brick wall every once and a while and baby when I hit it, it hit it hard XD prime example would be my story Walking with a Deadman and I'm sorry all you guys I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO! So be patient and on to the story 

As Lydia picked away at her breakfast, the telephone rang. Charles got up slowly with a nervous stare, praying it wasn't Barty Demblemire. "He..Hello?" he stammered and then sighed with relief. "Lydia, it's for you."

Lydia got up perplexed. No one called her this early in the morning. "Hello?"

"This is the Neitherworld Operator; I have an emergency call from a Jacques Lalean. Will you be willing to except the charge?" a nasally female voice said.

"Um no thanks!" Lydia saved, knowing how literal the Neitherworld was, "I'll pay for the call, Ma'm."

"Very well." the voice acknowledged and there was a click as Jacques was patched through.

"Lydia! Thank goodness! You must 'ome to ze Roadhouse at once! Somesing haz happened to Bea-tle Joose! Somesing…remarklament!" Jacques said hurriedly, "I know you 're furierze at em but you will never believe it!"

"Jacques, I am sorry. But if Beetlejuice coned you into doing this, tell him to buzz off!" Lydia hung up and folded her arms. Nothing remarkable ever happened to Beetlejuice and nothing serious that the police wouldn't be involved in. He was dead, how worse off could he get?

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Jacques hung up the phone and shook his head to Ginger. "She thinks it iz one of Bea-tle Joose's tricks. I wouldn't blame 'er."

"Then how are we going to explain what happened to Beetlejuice? Is he just going to walk up to her door and tell her?"

"Meh oui. It might jus have to 'ome to that." Jacques sighed looking behind him as a groan filled the room.

"Ug, what happened…I feel all warm and there is this beating in my…HOLY BEETLE-BURGERS! I'VE GOT A PULSE!" Beetlejuice screamed scrambling off the couch and toward a mirror. "My...MY TONGUE IS PINK!"

"Bea-tle Joose! Calm down!" Jacques interrupted running to the hyperventilating Beetlejuice. "You 're overreacting!"

"Over…over reacting!? I'm Juiceless! I am clean! And! And! I don't even smell that bad!" Beetlejuice gasped, "No! This is a dream! Yeah! A really bad dream! I'll just run onto the road, let my self get flattened and wake up! It worked when I was a kid…" Jacques stopped Beetlejuice with a glare.

"Thiz iz not a dream! You 're living and you need to take better care of yourzelf! Or this miracle will be wasted!"

Beetlejuice clutched his head with terror. "I'm alive?! But how!" his eyes widened, "I don't believe it…WHY MUST I TAKE THINGS SO LITERALLY!" he cried and Jacques backhanded him across the face, "Thanks, I needed that." Beetlejuice grumbled rubbing his cheek.

"Perhaps, thiz iz 'or thee best. I mean, now you can be with Lydia and no questions asked."

"Hey! Who says I'd want to be living with Lydia?!" Beetlejuice growled menacingly.

Jacques grinned knowingly, "You act like it iz a secret. We all know 'ow you feel toward the girl."

"I have no idea what you are implying, Bonehead." Beetlejuice retorted folding his arms stubbornly.

"You like Lydia az much az you like bea-tles. Ever since you met her I 'ad a feeling in my bonez."

"That's hogwash!" Beetlejuice snapped and a feeling of disappointment came as his pun didn't appear. "Listen, I don't love Lydia!"

There was a rumble in the background, "Liieeesssssssss." a chorus of ghoulish voices whispered. Jacques and Ginger smiled broadly.

"Sure you don't." Ginger said sarcastically and ascended to the ceiling, "But if you did, I'd be more sympathetic toward her feelings."

"Like listening what she haz to say and stop 'ith your zilly pranks." Jacques added, "All zee women can't rezist the perfect gentilman. I should know." Beetlejuice looked at Jacques gloomily.

"Yeah, but it's not like her parents would approve to the fact of her hanging with a man who could be her great great great great great grandfather! I'd be, kinda you know creepy, not the good kind."

"Meh, oui. But I 'ave the solution to your problem." Jacques reached into his equipment bag and pulled out a jar filled with green water. "Eau de Vitae."

"Oudor what?" Beetlejuice replied looking at the jar curiosly.

"It iz, how you say, life's water. One drop could bring you back to your sophomore year in school. I like to take some when ever my bones get achy, makez me feel 'ike a young skeleton again!"

"So you're saying…I could be transformed back into a pre-teen punk?"

"Exactellement!" Jacques smiled, "But zee results are only temporary…"

"Thanks, Bonebrain…er, Jacques." Beetlejuice smiled and took the jar. Jacques grinned and returned to his magazine.

"I'd 'urry to the Outerworld, it iz almost dark."