A/N: *sheepish* Ummm…hello, fellow HM fans…please don't tar and feather me for my bad fanfic junkie behavior. I've been meaning to update for a long time, but I haven't gotten around to it until now! Sorry…
Disclaimer: I don't own Disney.
Leota cackled to herself as she pranced down the hallway, instantly regretting this when she met George.
"I've gotta stop doing that," she muttered to herself, then cursed when she realized she was just adding more to the list of reasons why Mr. Gracey should put a restraining order on her.
Of course, some of the other reasons were that she a) killed him b) ate his sandwich, and c) she didn't much like him, thus making a restraining order seem like a pretty good idea. Everyone knew, if Leota didn't like you, best put a legal barrier up. You'd be glad you did.
But as soon as the expired man had disappeared through the library wall, she immediately resumed her mad chuckling. Her plan was working! She slid into an alcove in the hallway that contained a large, ornamental potted plant.
She allowed some green sparks to flow from her fingers, and soon, her eyes snapped open to reveal that her pupils, iris', retina, and other things that are generally found in eyes, had vanished, leaving her with blank white beneath her eyelids.
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Inside Gus's tiny cell, Lobster's eyes shot open, much unlike his usual droopy eyed expression. For once, he appeared to actually be listening intently to what the three Hitchhiking Ghost's were saying.
When Phineus gave him a suspicious look, he immediately began to nonchalantly nibble on some important looking documents. Phineus shrugged, then turned back to the conversation.
"Come on, boys, let's go have a celebratory drink!" the tall, skinny one was shouting. Lobster had to contain a snort. Of course, only someone as dimwitted as him would say something like that. Everyone knew that spirits couldn't consume food or drink. Idiot.
He did his best to trudge after them, although he much preferred to walk in a brisk, high stepped fashion, and found he suddenly was craving grass. Stupid sheep. But he would have to tough it out until he had done his job. The time would come soon.