Kat who had watched laughed at Casper's excitement, she had found it cute. "You're so happy to have heard from your father huh?" Kat questioned and continued to smile at her friend.
"OH YEAH! I haven't heard from him in...years!" A happy laugh tumbled past Casper's lips, as he continued to smile. "I always hoped to hear from him again sometime. "Christmas is a time when family and friends should be together. When you should hear from your loved ones! So many Christmas's have gone by, without any kind of Merry Christmas from any of the family. Heh, and it's worse when you don't even have friends. So this is..by far the coolest!"
Kat just smiled and laughed again, "Well I'm happy for you Casper. Who knows maybe you'll get to see him on Christmas! From what you've told me, your father seems like a great guy. I don't think he'd let you down."
"YEAH!! I bet you're right!" A huge grin formed on Casper's face as he flew over to Kat and hugged onto her. "Oh I'd love to get to see him again. " He clasped his hand tightly and stared up towards the ceiling as if to pray. At that moment Stinkie and Melle walked into the kitchen. Casper and Kat's eyes turned to the two of them as they started for the table. "Hey! Right on time! I was just finishing the last bit!" Casper placed his Uncles omelette on the table and offered up a seat.
"Alright! Hey yer workin' pretty fast t'day Bulby! Look at alla dat food!" Stinkie had never seen Casper make so much before. Well if anyone would be hugely pleased by this it'd be Fatso. He always hoped for a huge breakfast! "Wow, ya's gotta lil' bit of everythin' 'ere!" Stinkie wiggled his fingers in delight, for the first time in decades he'd actually be able to feel FULL. "So what do I want to eat..?? So much t'choose from!" His golden eyes looked from plate to plate. Happily he placed a few pancakes, and some biscuits with gravy on a plate, some bacon and sausage as well. The last thing to top it off were the fried apples.
"Whew, I don't know what to choose myself..!"Though, like Stinkie, Melle had herself some Bacon, Sausage and pancakes. That always made an excellent breakfast. From time to time she'd look over at Stinkie and giggle at how excited he had become over the thought of food.
At that moment Stretch and Fatso entered into the kitchen, flying over to where they usually resided at the table. Both of their eyes were narrowed as they payed little to no attention to their brother. With shifty eyes they looked towards Casper and smirked. "HEY, Casper! Looks like yas did somethin' right fer a change. Lotsa Grub!" Fatso grinned and rubbed his belly while he licked his lips.
"HRMPF, I dun know how y'can think of eatin' wit an extra SKIN SACK at da table. HRMPF, And 'ere I thought somethin' stunk before." Stretch growled towards Stinkie.
" Hehe, Thanks fa noticin! Alright, let's dig in he'e 'ey? Dun want da food t'get cold!" He chuckled, and with his bare hands grabbed up the Omelette, not quite remembering how HOT omelette's exactly are to Human flesh. Just before the omelette reached his mouth the pain and heat sank into him. "YEOW!!!" swiftly his hands tossed the omelette into the air, which landed promptly on top of Stretch's head. Of course he hadn't been too thrilled to begin with, and then to have his diss easily shoved by his brother, that didn't sit too well with him at all. Oh, and now an Omlette was on his head.
"AIN'T YOU HEARD DAT SAYIN?! IF Y'CAN'T TAKE DA HEAT STAY OUTTA DA KITCHEN, AIR SACK!!" Stretch roared at Stinkie throwing the Omelette smack dab into his face. Stinkies eyes just stayed glued to his brother and nodded frightenedly. A nervous grin soon crossed his face as he looked at Melle.
"Y-yeah, Forgot how hot dem things was! It's been so long y'know?" Stinkie laughed and raised the Omlette to his mouth to eat it. Again, he was holding it with his hands. After this long without using silverware it hadn't exactly crossed his mind to use a fork or a knife. Oh but BOY did he sure savor that flavor that consumed his mouth that texture, that scent! It all brought him back nice memories of the past. He'd taken harsh treatment from Stretch before, so, this he could live with. Oh and how he would as he enjoyed every single second of his meal.
"Oh c'mon Uncle Stretch, you're telling me that you're not the least bit happy for Uncle Stinkie...? I mean this is something he dreamed of. It's only for a little while...a-" Casper tried to get his Uncle to reason only to be cut off.
"HELL NO! I'm pissed at 'im! He sold 'imself out..he ain't thinkin' 'bout da consequences! And I'm pissed at J.T. TOO!!" Stretch growled and looked up towards the ceiling. "HE'S ALWAYS FINDIN' A WAY T'RUIN ARE LIVES..! In dis case, our AFTER LIVES." He hissed as he 'took a seat' again. Fatso meanwhile could've cared less while he stuffed his face.
"Awww... Y'can't even be a little happy fer me..? I mean, ya was da one who told me t-.." Stinkie tried to explain.
"I KNOW WHAT I SAID!" Stretch shouted as he lent over the table. "HELL, I DIDN' Mean for ya's t'take it LITERALLY. I THOUGHT YA'D SCARE DA FLESHIE! THROW HIM OFF A CLIFF! SOMETHIN! JUS' NOT TURNIN' HUMAN...!"
Casper just glanced between his Uncles as him and Kat quietly at their meals, knowing better than to interfere with anything that had to do with Stretch. It was a known fact that Stretch more often than not won his fights. Fatso looked towards Stretch as he finished eating a biscuit, "Aww, c'mon Stretch! It ain't dat bad...as long as he's happy. Even if... it dun feel right without 'im..."
Before Stretch had the chance to answer Stinkie stood up and pointed across the table at Stretch. "DAT'S EXACTLY IT FATSO! DA ONLY REASON 'E'S ACTIN' LIKE DIS IS CAUSE HE'S JEALOUS! ADMIT IT, Y'WANNA BE A FLESHIE AGAIN TOO! YA MISSED IT JUST AS MUCH AS ME...! YA CAN'T STAND IT DAT SOMEONE ELSE BEAT YA TA SOMETHIN' YA REALLY WANTED! YA ACT TOUGH, BUT Y'KNOW WHAT?! YA AIN'T! YA JUS' LIKE DA REST 'O US!" With that Stinkie slammed his hand down on the table. This was possibly the worst mistake that Stinkie could've made at this point. The second his hand slammed down onto the table, it hit a spoon, sending food splattering all over Stretch. In almost an instant, Stinkies face turned the palest shade that it could as he gulped and started to laugh nervously.
Stretches eyes just boiled over as he slowly floated up into a haunch over Stinkie. Within a blink of an eye Stretch threw the whole slew of biscuits at his brother. Stinkie who could only watch braced himself for the impact and winced a little before a growl broke out from him as well. Grunting Stinkie grabbed up a bit of a syrupy pancake landing it right into Stretches face. Within seconds the peaceful breakfast had turned into a major food fight. Stretch and Stinkie completely locked onto one another.
"Can't breakfast just be NORMAL for once?!" Kat shouted over all of the bickering and food fighting. Her cries would go ignored as it seemed almost impossible to get the attention of these two.
"LIKE I'D EVER WANNA BE A DAMNED FLESHY AGAIN! THERE'S NOTHING GREAT ABOUT IT!!" Stretch attempted to chuck a thing of gravy at Stinkie, who dodged warily.
"WELL DEN TELL ME WHAT YA GOTTA AGAINST DEM!" Stinkie in turn assaulted Stretch with a Sausage. The fight continued as food splattered against the walls and on the floor. Kat and Casper decided it was far safer to eat UNDER the table at this point. Melle just watched the food fight from the side of the table still eating her food until she was hit with a biscuit herself. Her eyebrows flattened as she eyed Stretch who stuck his tongue out at her. Slowly Melle pursed her lips and looked to her plate, then back to Stretch. Picking up a hand full of fried apples she launched them at the spook. Giving him THE LOOK Stinkie just grinned and laughed the food fight picking up again. Fatso who had watched the food fight for a little decided to do the best thing he could, which was make a game out of it!! As the food flew through the air, he'd try catching every piece that missed into his mouth! Knowing how his Uncles were, Casper jotted down the score for each of them.
At this moment an unsuspecting Dr. Harvey wandered into the kitchen. Not entirely to his surprise the Trio had already started their chaos for the day. Here he had hoped to have a nice breakfast for once. No sooner than he had stepped through the kitchen door had a pancake slapped him right in the face. "Thanks fella's but I'm not much for Fast Food today." Buttoning his lip he turned and started out of the kitchen. "Hrmn..though IHop sounds good..." Slowly Dr. Harvey nodded his head as he left.
"JUST SHUDDUP AN GET ON WIT YER MISERABLE "LITTLE" LIFE...!" Stretch grabbed Stinkie and tossed him towards the door. His eyes then landed on Melle.
"Don't even think about it Air Head.." Melle strutted towards the door and eyed the ghost down. "You know, You don't have to be so hard on him. I wonder what Ghastly would say if she were here! I bet she'd be pissed at you. If y'miss her so much why dontcha go visit her, ey...? It ain't dat far in ghost miles." Bending over Melle helped Stinkie to his feet. "Are you ok...?"
"Y-yeah... I'm fine..." Standing now, Stinkie dusted off his jacket and shirt. Stretch just twitched and stared at the two of them for a moment. OH how he hated it, everyone ganged up on HIM! ON HIM! Oh no, he wouldn't let THEM have the last word, no way! Not happening! Hastily the Spook grabbed Stinkie up by his collar.
"ALL I'm saying, is dat you've made da BIGGEST mistake of yer afterlife, and YOU'RE GONNA REGRET IT. Y'never think dese things through. Why do ya think dat I'm da leader 'ey?" Stretch narrowed his eyes, keeping them locked onto his brothers. "YOU, you're gonna go crashin' ta ya knees, and I'm jus' gonna be floatin' dere, sayin "I TOLD YA SO!", You...just.. BLEW IT." With that Stretch dropped Stinkie and flew out through the wall. Fatso who had actually listened didn't really know what to say. There were many things who could say, but, was it the right time for it...? Stretch had a point, but, Stinkie had his points to. This was the hardest part about being the youngest in the group. He didn't know who's side to be on. So with a sad look to Stinkie he slowly followed after Stretch.
Stinkie just stared at the wall after his brothers. His gaze soon lowered to the floor as the words echoed through his head. What if Stretch was right...? Hrmn, but he didn't understand either! Not really, and what was so BAD about being a fleshie anyways?! Narrowing his own eyes now he'd prove them wrong! He'd prove that it was completely safe and that his brothers were wrong! He hadn't made a mistake, and he would NOT regret doing this! Casper and Kat finally peek out from under the table to see if the coast is clear. Once they see that the other two members were no where in sight they climbed out from under the table. "AUGH! THAT STRETCH! I swear! What's his problem...? He so needs to back off and keep to his own business! I mean, it's your life, er, afterlife! You can do what you want with it! HE shouldn't be the one controlling you and telling you how to.. exist!" Kat stomped her foot on the ground.
Melle nodded in agreement and looked towards Stinkie wanting to see if he was alright. Stinkie just grinned at the three of them. "BAH, Dun think nothin' of it! He's always like dat when he dun get somethin' 'is way." With a wave of his hand he chuckled and placed an arm around Melles shoulders. "It jus means dat I gotta prove 'im wrong all da more! Ain't nothin' wrong wit me bein' alive again! I'll show 'im! Besides I still say 'e's jus' Jealous!" He cackled and looked towards the ceiling.
"I AM NOT JEALOUS!!" Stretch roared from up in the Trio's bedroom. Everyone just exchanged glances and burst into laughter. They had more than expected that to happen.