The two kids opened up a small hatch that led from the storage room all the way to another attraction. But this attraction in particular was very dark and musty, with cobwebs handing from pretty much everywhere.

"This...doesn't look like the bathroom at all." Annette said, noticing the dark surroundings.

"Nah...it's the Haunted Mansion, sis'." Roy replied.

("Grim, Grinning Ghosts" instrumental)

Millions of clear, blue-colored apparitions roamed the dilapidated old mansion. Since it was both dark inside as well as outside, the attraction as a whole looked even more creepy than it was initially intended to be.

"Hey, wait a minute, I think there is a bathroom around here—" Cindi opened up one of the many doors behind the scenes of the haunted mansion and went inside.

"Well, this is gonna take a while." Roy replied.

Suddenly, out from nowhere came the strangest thing...

"WELCOME, FOOOLISH MORTALS..." a disembodied voice spoke.

"Who the heck are you?!" Roy asked, instinctively gripping a candelabra and using it as a weapon, trying to find the source of the voice.

"I, am your Host...your, Ghost Host..." the voice spoke yet again. "Here, you have much to fear..."

"We, are NOT afraid of you—DISEMBODIED VOICE OF LEGENDARY ACTOR PAUL FREES!!" Annette replied in a kinda smarmy tone.

"I have no idea who this "Paul Frees" person is, but I do know that since you have trespassed on Gracey Manor, you shall DIEEEE!" The ghost host exclaimed, the electricity in the ride crackling.

"HEY!" A female voice exclaimed.

The Beating-Heart Bride appeared before the children along with the Hitchhiking Ghosts and the Viking ghost woman.

"You can't just threaten these poor children like that! Even if they DID trespass in the middle of the night..." The Bride folded her arms, still clutching her axe.

"That's not RIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!" The Viking woman ghost replied, all of a sudden breaking out into operatic song.

"I, AM THE HOST OF THIS ESTABLISHMENT!!" The Ghost Host boomed. "I SHALL DO AS I PLEASE WITH THEM!!"

"What'd I miss?" Cindi asked, having just used the Mansion's facilities.

"WHO CAAAAAAARES!!!??" The Bride boomed, becoming more monstrous, her eyes glowing red. "They're just KIDS!"

"And a WOMAN!" The Ghost Host replied. "They've got a woman with them, perhaps their sister..."

"JUST SAY YOU'RE SORRY OR I'LL MAKE YOU MORE DEAD THAN YOU ALREADY ARE!!" The Bride growled in a much deeper tone of voice.

"SILENCE, THE TWO OF YOU, I know exactly what to do!!" Madame Leota suddenly materialized into existence. "Host, please, do not have a cow, apologize to our guests, NOW!"

It took a minute, but the Ghost Host was reluctantly ready to apologize.

"Terribly sorry, mortals, It's gotten so awful here.." the Ghost Host sighed. "Mortals continue to take flash photography, and make love in the middle of the ride, as well as...DUMP the remains of their dead relations. While I approve of the affection-showing, personally, I think that the remains of the deceased should be placed within proper cremation jars and containers, not this ride. You're not going to do any of that here, are you?"

"Oh of course not, mister Ghost Host." Annette replied. "We're simply just trying to save the Disney parks before Maleficent tries to overtake them."

"Well then, in that case, I happen to know where you two could get to Hollywood Studios quickly.." the Ghost Host replied. "There should be safe passage through It's a Small World in Fantasyland."

"Thanks so much!" Annette replied, still not knowing where the Ghost Host's voice was originating from.

"What does he mean by Hollywood Studios?" Roy inquired to himself.

"Take this, children..." The Bride pulled out a clear blue axe and handed it to Annette and Roy.

"An axe?" Roy asked. "You're givin' us an axe?"

"Yes, but it's a ghost axe. I've got millions like it." The Bride twirled another one around. "It's easy to store, and you can only harm evil with it, not yourself. Go ahead, give it a "whack"!" The Bride laughed at her pun.

"Oh, DANG!" Roy exclaimed. "It went right through me! Also, why's there blood on the side of it?"

"Well, when I was living, I kinda used it..." the Bride replied, awkwardly chuckling. "On my husband...'s neck."

There was an awkward silence until Annette said;

"You need therapy, lady!"

"We should probably get goin', you guys." Cindi searched around. "Now uh, where's the exit?"

Immediately, the Hitchhiking Ghosts popped up one by one, pointing in the direction of the exit with their thumbs.

"Thanks, guys!" Annette replied, as she, Roy, and Cindi walked out.

"Hurry ba-aaaack, be sure to bring your death certificates..." a voice spoke.