"Here here I found it! This is the store for Kats stuff!" Melle grinned and pointed to a clothes store which also had a bunch of perfumes, jewelry and other fun girlie like things. "Eh...? AAH!" Stinkie actually came to and waved his hands in fright. "Uh...heheh...I...i uh..dun do stores like dis!" He shuddered in fear as he stared at every single perfume that was in sight. "Aaww, c'mon Stinkie, pleeaassssee? For me...? I don't wanna go in alone!" Melle played the old puppy dog eye trick on him, clasping her hands together. Fearfully he grunted looking between Melle and the store and then to Melle. Groaning Stinkie finally shook his head and gave in. "BUT! I ain't goin' NO-WHERE NEAR that perfume, y'got it!" He stated sternly placing his pointer finger on her nose. "Oh yeah, sure sure I got it!"

Stinkies eyebrows went flat as he glared grumpily at her and hunched. He didn't believe a word that she just said for some reason. "Ok, let's check out the clothes first! Kat could use a few more reds...aanndd maybe some blues...and ooh this pink!" Melle giggled lightly as she picked out the shirts for Kat. "Oh hey! This bracelet! Kat will love it dontcha think?" Smiling Melle held it out for Stinkie to have a look at. Stinkies eyebrow raised as he pondered wether she was asking him or not. After he looked from side to side and not seeing anyone else he nodded. "Oh...heheh..yeah..sure...why not..!" He gave a nervous smile with a shifty glance. "Heh, I know, this really isn't your thing. Sorry for putting you through this..."

"OH! No no no, no need t'be sorry! Dis is actually pretty fun! Better than floatin' boredly around da house all day." Stinkie shrugged and ruffled her hair lightly with a smile. Not too far away there was some guy who worked in the store that made his way over to them. Of course the man didn't see Stinkie, but he did see Melle and grinned. "W-elll hello there ma'am. Is there anything I can help you with..?" The soft brown haired boy with the blue eyes asked as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "My name is Dash and I will be most certainly glad to help you find whatever you need. Maybe a boyfriend...?" He'd wink at her lightly. Behind him Stinkie started to become visible his eyes lighting up red. Oh yeah this ghost was literally turning green with jealousy from this guy. Who'd he think he was hitting on HIS ghoul! Oh no there was no way he was going to stand for this!

Rolling up his non existent sleeves Stinkie latched onto the boys shoulders and picked him up into the air. Melle's eyes went wide as she watched this happen. Placing a hand behind her head she whistled softly and went pay. Meanwhile, Stinkie dropped the rascal into a huge box of clothes and eyed him. "If y'ever go near 'er again yer gonna regret it skin-bag!" The ghost jealously hissed through his buck teeth. Then almost at exactly the same time both Stinkie and Dash's face filled with fright of each other. 'It...it CAN'T be!' Dash thought to himself as he stared wide-eyed at the spook. 'Wait a second...dis fleshie...looks... familiar... Where 'ave I seen 'im before..?' Stinkie pondered as an eyebrow raised thoughtfully at the human. "You! It's you! Your that ghost from my grandfathers journal!" Dash shouted out and pointed at the ghost.

"What da 'eck're you talkin' about!" Stinkie snarled as he went invisible. The poor ghost, it'd been so very long he'd forgotten all about his past. With a shake of his head and a shrug Stinkie disappeared just as the boy began to shout again. "YOU DON'T FOOL ME! YOUR THAT GHOST FROM MY GRANDFATHERS JOURNAL! ...Grrr..Where'd you go! When I find you, I'll...I'll make you pay!" Dash shook a fist at where Stinkie had been floating. Everyone in the store just stopped and stared at Dash like he was insane. By the time the boy had finally noticed he was being stared at it was too late. With a groan he just let himself fall back into the clothes again and grumbled. Once Melle was outside she'd start talking to Stinkie again.

"Yeesh...What the heck was that all about?" She asked with much curiosity as they walked. "I dunno! I ain't gotta single clue. Who knows what dat kid was ramblin' on about!" Again Stinkie shrugged, but he couldn't get that kids face out of his head. Where had he seen him before...? He seemed just too eerily familiar! The ghost placed a hand to his chin as he floated along beside Melle and did his best to remember. After a few minutes of not being able to recall anything he figured he would just wait and ask Stretch. Out of all of them Stretch seemed to have the most memories about their past. While Stinkie did remember some things, he didn't remember everything. The poor ghost couldn't even remember how the heck he became a ghost! "Well either way, let's get back to the others."