A/N: You lucky ducks, you get two updates today!

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney.

Phineus sighed and let George's lecture pass over his head. He may have been the sensible one, but these rants got a bit boring after a while. He only began to listen when the words 'no' 'more' 'out' done' and 'tent' reached his ears. His metaphorical heart stopped beating. George was kicking them out?!

The Ghost Host sighed and handed them a white canvas tent, then pointed towards the front door to the mansion. Gus burst into tears, clinging to his leg until he finally shook the little thing off and trudged outside into the warm summer sunshine.

Good. At least his ectoplasm wouldn't get all wet. He hated that. Drycleaners never took supernatural matter. So inconvenient.

He and Ezra pitched the tent, and they stole some lawn chairs and paint from the shed beside the greenhouse.

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George screamed in annoyance as he gazed out the window at a sight he had never anticipated. The three imbeciles were lounging in lawn chairs, sipping lemonade, and enjoying the sunshine while wet paint dribbled down the antique and well preserved panes of glass in the form of the words: 'PLEASE LET US COME BACK INSIDE!" And beneath that was a little heart and kiss mark. They were such freaks.

He jumped when out of nowhere came some catchy and upbeat music, while the three ghosts floated into well choreographed formation, and began to sing the following song:

"We know you really hate that sheep,

But we really don't deserve this,

Please let us back into the house,

Into that warm and spooky bliss!

We miss ya, Georgey,

We miss ya out here,

We miss you Georgy,

We miss ya out here,

We miss you and that grand old house, and Ezra needs his root beer!

We know you really are quite sick of us,

Our tricks and all our crazy antics,

But we'll make it up, we promise,

No more sucking up your soul like greedy little ticks!

We miss ya, Georgey,

We miss ya out here,

We miss you Georgy,

We miss ya out here,

We miss you and that grand old house, and Ezra needs his root beer!

He needs root beer; yes he needs root beer,

We really, really miss you, and it's boring out here!"

George rolled his eyes and yanked the curtains closed on their little scene.