TIME FOR A GROOVY HAUNTED MANSION GET TOGETHER PART TEN: The CONCLUSION By Swarlock
The Goolies and much of the crowd were dumbfounded seeing two Daffy Ducks on stage.
"How can we tell them apart?" Drac asked.
"Can't worry about it now, guys. You've got a show to do," Steven said.
"OK, Boss. We'll knock 'em dead. So to speak. Ah-woo woo!" Wolfie said as he strapped on his guitar.
"NOW!!!" Steven asked with an infuriated look on his face. "We're going to see Who's who"
"I'm The Real Daffy. This bag of money proves...er...ah. Hold that thought," The Mallard One said.
"You mean this one?" Frankiestein shouted. "I found it lying on the ground outside of The Winnie The Pooh attraction"
"You gave this guy a bag of money? Hands off, you fake. It's mine you understand?" The second Daffy growled. Both ducks tussled over the bag that kept spewing coins all over backstage.
"Well, That didn't work," Steven's roommate concluded.
"What do we do now?" Frankiestein asked.
"I think I know who it is but..."
"Hello, Boys! The guard let me in with the stage pass my relatives set me up with," a ghoul in tight fitting black and white clothes and a pale white face said cheerfully.
"Well. That rules you out Claude Chaney," Steven said matter of factly.
"Claude Chaney, The Silent Movie Star?" Frank said with a gasp.
"And one of The Graceys," Steven remembered. "He made a big comeback in The 70's playing The Ghoul Of A Million Faces and later retired to our mansion when it finally opened here in Disney World. He commutes back and forth between here and our sister mansion run by Anaheim Gracey out West"
"Quite right, sir! But I'm rather confused. By jove. Is that My Old Film Director Daffy Duck with another duck that looks like him?" The former Phantom Of The Flickers asked.
"I'll explain later, Claude. I'll conjure up a box seat for you to watch the show up front," Steven told him.
The ducks were still fighting trying to tear each other apart finding out if the other was a fake when they body slammed each other on the stage where Drac, Frankie and Wolfie were playing.
They hadn't noticed that they were on the stage which everyone thought was part of the act. But what came next blew everything out of the water.
The Goolies had worked up a lot of heat under the sun and Frankie was starting to overheat.
"Somebody get out there and cool him down," someone in the audience shouted.
Frankiestein who had seen the whole thing from behind the stage decided to help out. He had a brilliant idea which according to his room-mate was always a recipe for danger.
"Here's my chance to show my Buddy how good I am with the magic he's taught me," he thought to himself.
Taking his magic wand in hand he said
"Frankie hot and bothered, You to do make me feel blue,
A little cool breeze I send to you."
Instead of bringing up the wind he zapped up a wind machine. And it was blowing in the opposite direction by sucking everything in instead of out.
The crowd panicked as some of their clothes were taken off. Donald lost his feathers as well as Daisy.
"Turn that thing off, Dummy!" Steven shouted as he held on for dear life to the gates of The mansion behind him.
"I can't shut it off," the vampire yelled back.
"Never let an apprentice student do the job of a Professional warlock," Frankiestein's pal said. Snapping his fingers he made the wind blower dissapear.
The bleachers were destroyed and half the people in them were scattered everywhere in Liberty Square and Frontierland. Some in rather unappropiate places left to the imagination. With a quick snap of his fingers, Steven returned everything back to normal.
All except for the now very naked fake Daffy standing next to the visible Real MCoy.
"Oh oh! The gig is up," he said.
"Hold it. I know who you are now. You're My Cousin Swifty," Daffy said. "You have some nerve impersonating me"
"Why did he do it, Daff?" Wolfie asked.
Swifty was about to give an explanation when Daffy said.
"Swifty probably wanted the money all to himself. He came to visit me at The Talent Agency and took the call that was meant for me. Swifty forgot that my answering machine goes on Automatic so I heard the message Steve and him were sayin' after he left"
"So you flew out here to help out anyway," Frankiestein concluded. "Steal the money? Sounds like something you would do Daffy," Steven scowled. "Which is ALL THE TIME"
"This IS for Charity you know. I'm not that heartless," he quipped.
The warlock just rolled his eyes.
"What do we do with him then?" The Ghost Host said.
"I have an idea," Steven said.
"Listen to that crowd!" Drac said. "They love us!"
The clapping and cheering seemed endless. The Goolies bowed in approval for doing the job they were assigned to.
"Thank you, Everybody!" Frankie said. "This all wouldn't have been possible if not for our Agent Daffy Duck and our new friends here at The Haunted Mansion."
"Special Thanks goes to Swifty and Frankiestein for their great comedy act on stage," Daffy said.
"But I didn't do any - OW!!!" Daffy kicked him on his shin.
"Act? What act? YEOW!!!" Frankiestein said when Steven stepped out his foot. "Oh yeah. That act. I was great wasn't I?"
The warlock just glared at him.
The Singing Minstrels from The Haunted Mansion were in the audience too and saw the whole thing. They knew the wind machine wasn't an act but they cheered for The Goolies and laughed when Frankiestein messed up as usual.
"I have to admit it. You guys were awesome up there on stage. You put us to shame. You could teach us a few tricks," The Hunchbacked Fluist told them.
"Nah! We like you guys the way you are," Wolfie said to them. "But we could use a warm up act for our concerts."
"Tell you what, Mickey and Boss Gracey. We'll come back IF you allow us to be their lead in act during the weekends and we'll call it even," The Harpist said.
They agreed.
Swifty was carted to Jail for impersonating a Talent Agent without a license and Daffy decided it'd be a lot easier to just be a regular tv and movie star after all. Steven became The Goolies' new agent as a sideline when he was off duty. Frankie's mouth was closed shut with duct tape and demoted to janitor for a month for causing so much trouble.
A few days later The Mansion was back to normal. Or as normal as it got over there. Frankiestein was still being punished although he was relieved to get the duct tape off his lips. He decided to take a short nap in the office they used. It was designed to have an area where either he or Steven could sleep for a few hours.
He was about to hit his slab when he saw that the bedroom was a complete disaster area with bright lime green day-glo colors with a splash of mud brown in his coffin.
"And what is THIS???" he shouted.
"My latest creation of course," Madam Leota said as she was telepathically mixing buckets of the most garish paint colors she could think of. She "borrowed" them from The Animation Studio located in Disney Hollywood Studios.
"Since I'm afforded few priviliges in the mansion I thought I'd freshen up the place. This is a work of art."
"You couldn't create art if you finger painted it. That is if you still had hands to do it with," Frankiestein sneered.
Madam Leota didn't flinched at his words.
"Ha! This time I got you where I want you," The vampire said as he turned away. "I'll tell The Boss. He'll put a stop to this."
"Steve will be proud of me," he thought with a big grin on his face. "I gotta wonder though why was she smiling at me like that? Why do I have this feeling that I was hoodwinked again? It's like I'm not myself all of a sudden. I feel alright and yet.."
If only he'd known that his body was now purple colored with four feet with a tail with a flag strapped on with a picture of a screw and a ball on it.
T-That's All Folks!