A/N: Final chapter! Everyone enjoy, and be sure to check out the acknowledgements at the bottom of the page!
Disclaimer: I don't own Disney.
Meanwhile…
George walked briskly down the hallway, headed towards the library again. He had to finish that paperwork before he went to sleep! But then, all of a sudden, he got the strange feeling that he was being followed…
He whipped around, scanning the corridor, but it was empty. He shrugged, then continued on his way. He turned for a second time when the sound of soft little footsteps echoed around the hall, but it still was vacant. He sighed, but kept going. He really needed to get some sleep…
He was sure he heard something this time! He spun around, and this time he was surprised to find that behind him, there was a sheep, chewing on his coat tails.
"This is so…bizarre…"he muttered to himself, "And I think I know whose sheep this is…" He took a few steps forward experimentally, and, to his pleasure, he found that the woolly animal mirrored his movements. "Excellent, now I can go bust those three once and for all!" And he set off with a determined air.
Phineus sat, slumped against the wall, discouraged.
"We've run out of rooms to look in," he moaned, "We have to find that sheep! It's like it's moving, or alive or something!"
"Weird," said Ezra. Gus meandered over to a large urn, turned it upside down, and shook all of the ashes out of it. He peered into it, head disappearing for a moment in its large neck.
"Empty," the dwarf sighed. Phineus kicked the wall.
"What are we going to do now?!" he cried in frustration, "And no, Ezra, we are not joining the circus!"
Just then, George came down the hall towards them. Phineus leapt up, fearful of the expired aristocrat.
"Aha!" George cried, "I caught you! Look! I found your little sheep! It's right here!" he spun around, gesturing to the ground. There was nothing there. "W-what? It-it was right there!" he sputtered, "It was right there, just a second ago! I finally had you! It's gone! Where did it go?" he spun around frantically, searching for his evidence, "I swear, I had it! I had it!" The Hitchhiking Ghosts exchanged looks. Maybe he had finally snapped…
They began to creep away, hoping he wouldn't notice, but before they could get too far, Wolfgang walked in, holding the sheep out in front of him, while it happily wagged its tail, licking the depressed organist's nose. He chuckled contentedly, hugging the furry creature close. What had gotten into him?
"Wolfgang?" George asked, halting in his hysteric muttering to eye the man suspiciously, "Is that you?" He nodded cheerfully. "What happened?"
"Well, you see, there's just something about sheep that always makes me so happy…It all started way back when I was nine years old…
Begin Flashback (Computer monitor fades to a field of flowers, where a young looking Wolfgang and a fluffy sheep were running happily together slow motion-style) …
"I had just gotten Bach, my pet sheep, and we were best friends…"
"Whoa…" Ezra interrupted, "Little you looks exactly like you, except he's…mini…"
"Ahem, as I was saying, we were best friends. We did almost everything together, but we both especially loved running slow motion style through random fields of daisies. We had such fun…But alas, one day, while we were running, this random midget came out of nowhere, and bashed my poor Bach's head in. I was distraught. To this day, I still loath midgets. But the sight of sheep always makes me so happy, despite my usual grumpy demeanor. Brings back such…happy memories…" he broke out in sobs, clutching Lobster tight, causing the poor sheep's eyes to bulge.
Gus approached the crying ghost, patting him on the head awkwardly. Wolfgang tried to bite him, but Gus slammed him with his ball, knocking him unconscious. He was dragged back to the ballroom, and left there. The remaining people returned to the hall. Gus hugged Lobster fondly. The sheep had regained its usual unresponsive persona.
"So, you were smuggling a sheep behind my back," George said, "That's…weird, even for you."
"That's what I said!" Phineus exclaimed.
"Gus keep Lobster," the tiny man said determinedly.
"But, we can't keep a sheep in the mansion!" George cried.
"Why not?" Gus asked.
"Well, because…because we…well, w-we can't…" Each of the three hitchhikers gave him a pleading look in turn. Finally, he gave in, "Fine, you can keep the darn sheep!" he said, and stomped off. The three friends cheered.
"Well, another adventure added to the many of the Hitchhiking Ghosts," Phineus said, "What now?" Gus grinned wickedly, and slowly drew the cat collar out from behind his back again. "Gus, no. No, Gus! NO!!!!"
George paused a the end of the hall. Coming from where he had left the oddballs came the sounds of Phineus' shouts, Gus's sobs, and Ezra's maniacal laughter. He shuddered.
"I'll deal with it tomorrow," he muttered, and he closed the door to the library.
THE END
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