A/N: Wahaha…Next chapter of Ghost Sheep! Yay! I do so enjoy this fic…
Disclaimer: Don't own Disney. Ability to speak in sentence failed. Hope it fix.
Meanwhile…
George was sitting at his desk in the library, filing some important documents. He looked up when Wolfgang stepped in. He stood to greet the gloomy organist.
"Hello, Mr. Wolfgang. What brings you to the library on this fine evening?"
"I hate 'fine evenings'. Rain is much better," the grumpy ghost growled, "But, I came to file a complaint." George sighed. Not again…
"Oh? What ever could be the matter?" he responded in what he hoped was a chipper voice.
"What's the matter? Well, those darn dancers, that's what's the matter!" he spat with distaste. "They are always so…happy! They are ruining the masterpiece that I've slaved so hard on my entire after life! How can I sit and wallow in my own misery if they are always waltzing by! They are supposed to be dancing to my music! That means slow and drab! Not cheerful and peppy!"
"Yes, Mr. Wolfgang, I'll talk to them about it. Why don't you go and play some more, and I'll inform them of your complaint once I'm done with this paperwork." Wolfgang grunted, but grudgingly turned and stomped back towards the ballroom.
"Now, finally I can get some work done…" George said in an irritated tone. He returned to the desk, but when he reached for the papers, he found that… something had taken a huge bite out of the corners!
"What are those three up to now?" he mused angrily.
The trio dashed down the hallway, pausing to peek through every door. They reached the library, and were about to fling open the entrance when a very angry looking George stepped out.
"Uh, George!" Phineus stalled, attempting to pull an excuse out of thin air for whatever he was about to accuse them of. "How…strange to see you here! Tell me, what brings you to the hallway today?" he stammered, pulling on his shirt collar.
"I was just about to finish some important paper work, but when I finally got to it, something, or someone had taken a large bit out of it! Now, how could that have happened, do you suppose?"
"Us? Oh, well, we have…no idea what could have happened, right guys?" Phineus said, jabbing them in the ribs.
"OW! What was that for? I mean…no idea, yeah." Ezra said, giving Phineus a big, conspicuous wink before nudging him back. George stared at them queerly.
"Lobster." Gus said simply. Phineus looked outraged, and was about to yell at him for giving them away, when he realized that George had no idea who, or what, for that matter, Lobster was. He slowly let out his huge intake of oxygen. George gave them another queer look.
"Okay…" he mumbled, "I'm going to the…the ballroom."
"Wolfgang made another 'complaint'?" Phineus said knowingly.
"Yep." With that Master Gracey gave them a curt nod, turned on his heels, and began to march determinedly down the hall. He stopped abruptly, flipped around, and started matching again, slightly red, as the Hitchhiking Ghosts burst into laughter. He had been strutting in the opposite direction of the ballroom.
Phineus sighed a breath of relief.
"Phew!" he said, "That was close! Come on, let's go find Lobster before he leaves behind any other 'evidence'." The three started trotting off towards the séance room, just in time to hear a scream from above their heads. The trio paused, and turned to look at each other. "We have to hurry! I think I know where Lobster is…"
"Yeah, me too," said Ezra, looking relieved, "And I am so glad he managed to wander in there! I've been dying for a taco all day!" The other two stared at him once more.
"I meant the attic." Phineus clarified to his slightly deranged skeletal colleague. And they started off towards the stairs.
A/N: Ahhh, I love this story…
