It's very clear that a king must have some time to himself where he can do whatever he wants when no other person has to come and ruin all the fun.

This has been the case lately with King Macfrights. He can never get any time to himself without someone butting in and ruining everything. Luckily, there is one precious moment every day where no one can bother Macfrights: at nighttime.

At night, everyone was asleep. Absolutely no one else can now ruin Macfrights's time. Peace. Quiet. Relaxation. Nighttime has it all. But for a very long time Macfrights was planning which night he could stay up and have time to himself. Tonight, right here, right now.


Earlier... (Well, 30 minutes ago)

"Almost time for my night," King Macfrights muttered to himself. "Time to myself, ME!" Macfrights giggled. It was indeed rare for a ghost to have privacy in such a busy hotel. This is why Macfrights was so excited. Finally alone time at night.

"Alright lad," Macfrights said to a castle goob. "I need you to set up my bagpipes on my king's platform."

The goob instantly did as told and put the bagpipes on the platform as told. He bowed to the king and moved out of the way for him to play the instrument.

"Ah, no lad. I plan on playing that later when no one can interrupt me. Later is the best time." Macfrights declared.

The goob didn't think much about the king's orders. He was to tired to think about Macfrights's logic. Just a little sleep would do well. Just a little... the goob was out cold.

Macfrights himself took a small nap before he woke up to one of his other goobs.

"Sir, it's time for your bagpipe playing that you wanted. It's ready."

Macfrights excitedly jumped out of the chair he was sleeping on and saw the bagpipes. So clean and shiny. Macfrights cracked his knuckles before he picked up the bagpipes and played the first note.

Now as your narrator, I must tell you that if you have ever heard the bagpipes before, you know they are insanely loud. For those of you that never heard bagpipes, now you know that they are loud. Your welcome!


In Steward's room, Steward was fast asleep dreaming about himself but he was super buff. Only in your dreams man.

Suddenly he was awoken by the noice of a cat screeching, or a least that what's Steward thought until he realized it was bagpipes.

Steward was so startled by the so called music that he fell out of bed and onto the floor. Steward also hit his head on a nightstand which made him mad. Steward knew exactly who was responsible for the incident. Just to be sure, he picked up his pillow case and put a couple of small items in it and decided to use the item as a weapon.

"Why did that little Scottish dwarf play bagpipes in the middle of the night?!?" Steward growled to himself. He looked at his alarm clock and checked the time: 3:48 AM.

This is where someone crosses the line. A good night's sleep is very important and now Steward's good night's sleep was completely ruined.

Steward stormed out of his room and out to the elevator completely confident that he would be able to shut the king up.


Chambrea had a very similar experience with Steward. The bagpipes woke Chambrea up in an instant. She also hit her arm on her wall and her pinky finger began to swell up a little.

Chambrea winced in pain but her pain stopped when she realized that it wasn't even morning. Thank god that wasn't true because Chambrea thought she might be late to her cleaning duties.

Still, it was horrible that something that sounded as bad as bagpipes woke Chambrea up. Wait, the sound sounded like bagpipes because they were bagpipes.

Chambrea grabbed some nunchucks she once stole from a customer a while back. She floated as fast as she could to the elevator. Chambrea knew who was up making screeches with an instrument but she didn't say anything to herself. Chambrea was just saving her words for when she could beat up Macfrights.


Macfrights wasn't the only one in the hotel that was up and awake. Kruller was sitting at the little coffee shop in the Hotel Shops. He was supposed to be checking for any possible shoplifters that might be roaming around, but this quick coffee break wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Ah," Kruller sighed in relaxation to himself. This little break was pretty nice and quiet. What Kruller didn't know is that the nice moment is going to end in 3, 2, 1...

This "music" scared Kruller and in response to the noise, Kruller accidentally threw his cup onto his face. "AHHHHH!" Kruller screeched. That coffee was still very hot. Ouch...

It took a minute for Kruller to recover from the boiling burn and the second he was, he kneeled down to air.

"Oh great gods of sneaking a coffee break, why did you punish me with the sound of someone dying?!?" Kruller wailed. "I beg for mercy, make it stop!"

Kruller stopped screaming for a few seconds but still kept his kneeling pose. The noise didn't stop. The sound reminded Kruller of the time King Macfrights told everyone he was a professional bagpipe player and preformed in front of everyone. Weird, the noise was identical to the bagpipes but-

Hold up, bagpipes! That's it! When Kruller realized that, he marched into his office and pulled out his water gun. He thought about the choice for a second and put the gun back. Then Kruller took out a giant super soaker and went to the mirror and practiced his mean face before racing to the elevator.


In Chef Soufflé's room, there was a giant cozy bed with a knocked out Chef Soufflé. He was sleeping as many ghosts would do and snored in the process.

The bagpipes could be heard all the way down from the basement, yet Soufflé stayed sound asleep. His snoring blocked out the noises, but the bagpipes became too overpowering and the snoring couldn't drown out the sound anymore.

Soufflé woke up, but not like the other ghosts. He got up softly and rubbed his ghostly eyes. It took only a few seconds before Soufflé could actually be able to hear the bagpipes. Soufflé's mood quickly changed from calm to very, very, very angry. Macfrights's bagpipes could usually be heard during late morning, but this was too much when there's more than one boss ghost that has anger issues. Time to put a stop to this monstrosity.

Steam was practically coming out of Soufflé's ears while he was walking to his kitchen. He dug around for something until he found it.

A brand new frying pan that would shut the king up right away. "How dare zat roi disrupt moi precious sleep. One such as zat will pay ze price!"

Soufflé wasted no time to wipe the pan making sure that a fresh shiny pan would tell Macfrights that Soufflé meant business. He sped down the hall to the elevator to get some sweet revenge.


It's time for the music man himself to judge a king's music. Amadeus Wolfgiest was just sleeping soundly in his bed where absolutely nothing could make Wolfgiest mad. And I was right. Well, for a while at least.

The sounds didn't make Wolfgiest mad at all. In fact, when the first note played, Wolfgiest got up and started clapping. He always wanted a performance to himself, but the bagpipes were still a loud trash instrument that brought Wolfgiest to cover his ears in disgust.

"Just... what is this!?!" Wolfgiest screamed at himself. "This is not a performance, it's an insult to all music itself!"

Wolfgiest was angered more than anything and not because he was awoken by the noise, but this "music" rubbed other music's will into the mud.

"If your music sounds bad you shouldn't give up. Hah! That elf took the quote too literally." Wolfgiest scowled to himself. He took some flaming music notes into his pocket and right before making his way to the elevator, Wolfgiest floated to his piano. "Oh Elizabeth, I'm very sorry you had to listen to this garbage. I will come back soon," Wolfgiest floated to the elevator.


Dr. Potter snored and mumbled in his sleep. His schedule was early to bed and early to rise, so he always set an alarm for 7:30 in the morning with help from Chambrea. Unfortunately, Potter had to wake up in a way that's more annoying than the beep of an alarm clock.

Bagpipe music filled the room and woke up Dr. Potter when the music was strong. "AHHHH!" The man Potter screamed. "I never set my alarm to bagpipe music!"

Potter took a look at his alarm and saw the time 3:49 AM. "Oh no! I set the alarm too early, now how do I shut this thing off?" Dr. Potter muttered.

A garden goob came into the room and asked, "Doctor! Did you hear the noise?" Potter looked at the goob and answered the question. "Of course I heard the noise. My alarm woke you up? My apologies, but can you help me quiet this thing?"

The goob face palmed. "Sir, you can't turn off the alarm because your alarm didn't go off. I think the noise came from another floor."

Potter was shocked. Who was evil enough to wake everyone up from nice sleep when there was morning?

"But that music is just noise!" Potter exclaimed.

"Yes," the goob answered.

"Noisy!"

"Yes,"

"Unpleasant!"

"Yes,"

"Stupid!"

"Yes,"

"It's that king isn't it?"

"Yes," the goob sighed. "Do you wish to fall asleep and I'll confront Macfrights?"

"Oh I wish to fall back asleep. I'm going to get Jasmine."

The goob gasped. "You can't just bring a carnivorous plant to Castle Macfrights, you'll..." the goob trailed off when he saw Dr. Potter with his scary plant. "Do what you want doctor."

Potter marched his way to the elevator with Jasmine and whispered, "Let's get some sleep back."


In order to set an amazing movie, sleep is the best way to make sure you're in an amazing mood, so naturally anyone that was awoken by bagpipe music would be angry. A stressed movie director would be even worse.

High pitched music flooded everywhere and awoke Morty. At first he thought that his movie crew woken up early and set up a Scottish movie set.

Morty's crew ran everywhere trying to find out if someone accidentally set off the music for a scene, but it was only Morty that knew what was going on.

"Alright everybody," Morty clapped his hands. "You're all trying to find out where the noise is coming from, am I correct?"

"Yes, this is getting worse and getting annoying."

"Well, who here plays bagpipes?" Morty asked.

"King Macfrights."

"Who here stupid enough to wake up everyone at night?"

"King Macfrights." The ghosts began to connect the dots.

"Who here has been wanting time to himself and would play bagpipes in the middle of the night to avoid everyone?"

"Time to yourself, you Morty, bagpipes King Macfrights."

It's time to start teaching Macfrights a lesson on how to not make people angry. Morty went into the costumes closet and pulled out an old Godzilla costume. You know, the one from Luigi's Mansion 3.

"I need to get to that Castle Macfrights and teach the elf a lesson!"

Morty floated out the door.


Ug loves to sleep, and if anyone and/or anything woke him up, chaos would definitely be the only action available.

In the cave exhibit of the Unnatural History Museum, slept a very relaxed caveghost. Ug even mumbled the words "Ug happy." This was a good sign that everybody's attempts to calm Ug down was working perfectly. Ug never used to be quiet or calm. When he slept he usually roared or made a ruckus, but tonight was going to be not the way Ug or anyone expected.

Ironically lightning struck the second the bagpipes started to play and woke Ug up. Ug was getting used to the lightning and didn't think much before he realized that bagpipes were playing.

"Lightning striked when noise start. Lightning caused by loud noise." Ug stoped for a few seconds before he roared, "NOISE MAKE LIGHTNING, MUST GET TO NOISE!!!"

A couple of other ghosts that worked at the museum noticed Ug's tantrum and went to get Ug before he got to the elevator and destroyed it trying to get to another floor.

"UG ANGRY! UG NEED SLEEP!!!" Ug bellowed. The museum workers gulped. They knew they had to keep Ug here on this floor and it wasn't going to be easy. "Okay Ug, you must stay here and try to relax. You're staying here in good hands."


Remember when I said that bagpipes were really loud right? You'd be surprised that the music went all the way down to the lowest point of the hotel waking the boss ghost that lived there.

Clem slept on a rubber ducky float and seemed to be comfortable. Really, really loud bagpipes would unfortunately ruin everything. Well actually it didn't ruin everything for Clem at least.

When the noises started, Clem did jump from his floaty due to surprise. He looked around to see if his portable speaker was on, but nothing.

"Ah know someone is here. Ah can feel it." Clem called out to nobody. Suddenly a thought hit him. "Nikki, Lindsey, Ginny Ah never thought ya knew how to play da Scotland instrument. Come out here!" Clem smiled. The music kept playing but no sisters came out.

"Well, nobody is around, so Ah must use dis time wisely." Clem said to himself. Then all of a sudden, Clem started to dance to the music from nowhere. Who cared if the music was bad, music is music. Clem just kept on dancing.


Serpci is a very calm person. Do you ever wonder how she gets so much patience? Sleep. Sleep clears the mind and gives Serpci endless patience. Of course, if you ruin her sleep, Serpci will come back to bite.

Like all the other ghosts so far, Serpci heard the loud music and got up from her sarcophagus (her bed). Well actually, before Serpci got out of her little bed, she hit her forehead on the lid of the sarcophagus and it left a giant bump.

This made Serpci mad and she went downstairs of her little pyramid and went to a small door that she opened and tons of sand snakes appeared.

"Aww," Serpci thought. "They'll make a great weapon towards Macfrights." Serpci did know that it was indeed King Macfrights that caused pain to her with music. It was time to get to Castle Macfrights and give the king what he deserved.


Teenagers love to sleep. Waking up normally is a big challenge for one. It's a bigger challenge when there's three teenagers, and the biggest challenge of them all is three teenagers being awoken by loud bagpipes. This is going to get scary.

All three of the triplets were just sleeping normally. Tomorrow they had a magic show to preform and sleep was needed to be less stressed. The triplets were going to face a hard reality check though.

When the music started to play, Nikki fell out of her bed, Lindsey got up but accidentally hit her head on the wall, and Ginny got out of her bed, but tripped on the rug and fell to the floor.

When the three of them recovered from the pain, Lindsey and Ginny went to the stage in the middle of the floor and Nikki went to the elevator hall.

"Lindsey! Ginny! We only prank other ghosts, we don't prank ourselves!" Nikki called out when she realized that nobody was with her.

Luckily for Nikki, both Lindsey and Ginny heard the call and made their way to the elevator hall. "Nikki! We know we don't prank each other." Lindsey said. "Plus, I think the noise is coming from another floor."

"Wait what?" Ginny asked. "I thought Nikki might've been right, but you say that annoying noise is coming from another floor?"

"Duh!"

The triplets looked at each other wondering where that noise was coming from and suddenly, the answer dawned on them.

"That stupid Macfrights!" They all said at once. "Wait! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!"

Nikki cut all of them off with the jinxes. "Who cares about the jinxes when there's time to get some sweet revenge!"

Nikki floated to her room while an unimpressed Lindsey and Ginny just waited there. When Nikki came out though, both Lindsey and Ginny's expressions turned from blank to nervous.

Nikki came out of the room carrying a sword that hung on her dartboard. This is when you new that Nikki truly wanted revenge.

"Um, Nikki?" Ginny squeaked. I don't think injury is the best way to solve this. How about a prank?"

"I do agree with Nikki on the revenge part, but NOT the sword." Lindsey said and then tossed magic wands to her sisters. "Let's get Clem. He could help us."

The triplets made their way to the elevator and hit the B2 button.


Captain Fishook is a very busy fish and he needs sleep in order to stay cool under pressure. Plus, staying cool under this pressure is a vital tool to make a nice sea shanty.

Tonight though, King Macfrights makes his own shanty, a Scottish one and it's not bad. It's horrible.

As the music started, Fishook got up at a really high speed and accidentally impaled his stomach. Luckily since he's a ghost, Fishook felt a bit of pain before it went away instead of dying.

Fishook did scream in pain and it attracted his crew of oozers. They all put a warm cloth on their captain's belly until he said that the burn felt better.

Right then, Captain Fishook realized that awful music came from another floor. Macfrights. Fishook thought. Only King Macfrights is just STUPID for thinking that playing very loud bagpipes in the middle of the night is a good idea.

"Now laddies!" Fishook shouted. "I'm going to that one floor, Castle Macfrights and I want my hook to be put in polisher, but make it quick. I feel incomplete without that hook."

The oozers went straight to remove the captain's hook. When they were done, the crew took it into a room where supplies were kept. Meanwhile, Fishook decided that he would need to be intimidating, so he went to go brush his teeth.

When the crew was done polishing the hook, it came out looking brand new. Captain Fishook's teeth also came out nice and when put together, the hook and shark teeth shone brighter than the sun.

"Alright laddies, thank ya and I'll make my way to Castle Macfrights to teach that bootleg a lesson."

The crew watched in awe. Their captain never gave up until things got really hard. The crew admired Fishook. Most of the time.


A couple of gym hammers stood next to Johnny Deepend's bed with a very annoyed face. Johnny was snoring so loud that it kept everyone awake in the Fitness Center. Absolutely no one could wake Johnny up either. He was sleeping like a baby.

"Man, we've been living like this for a while and I'm starting to get sick of his snoring." A hammer said to another hammer. "Let's just be glad that this snoring problem can get better,"

Johnny's snoring might not get better, but the quietness situation just got even worse. Bagpipe noises flooded the floor and woke Johnny up.

"Bro! Don't play Irish music in here! Don't you know how loud that is?!?" Johnny hollered at the ghosts. "Sleep is important and everyone should have it, including me!"

The gym hammers lost it. "Johnny! First of all, you've been snoring all night, so we need our sleep too! Second, the music is coming from another floor, the unbelievable idiot!" They yelled.

Johnny froze. "Ohhh, sorry bros. Wait! Another floor? Guy! I need to make my way to that floor. Later!"

The hammers watched as Johnny strut his way to the elevator and before he pushed the button, the hammers shouted, "Do you actually have a plan Johnny?"

Johnny didn't think about a plan until now, but he would settle with using his fists. "I do now bro! When I get back, the Irish instrument noise will be gone!"

The elevator closed with Johnny in it. The hammer looked at his fellow ghost. There was after-dead silence for a few seconds.

"Aren't bagpipes a Scottish instrument?"


Dj Phantasmagoria (or Gloria. Do I still need to tell y'all that the dj's real name is Gloria after the last story?) was picking up everything from the party she just hosted in her precious Dance Hall.

Gloria was pretty tired and couldn't wait to go to sleep. The party was amazing, but it would screw up her sleep schedule for a few days. It was a price to pay for fun, but the party was awesome so it an amazing price to pay.

"Okay Gloria," Gloria said to herself. "You just had an amazing party and you want to repeat every bit of it, but it's time for bed. Time to get some nice precious sleep."

Gloria did a little jump and flopped onto her bed. Soooo cozy. The bed would guarantee to put Gloria sleep immediately. It did.

Gloria sighed. She was so tired so sleep hit and finally, Gloria closed her eyes.

SQREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! The bagpipes went and interrupted Gloria's slumber. She just fell asleep like, 10 seconds ago too.

Gloria leaped up in shock. She began to panic and think that someone was in the room, so Gloria grabbed her wig from its stand, pulled it on and yelled, "Where are you! Triplets! If you got a picture of me without my wig and post it on the internet, you'll wish you never died!"

Nobody answered or at least giggled like Gloria expected. The bagpipes only got louder and drowned out Gloria's voice.

"Wait, the triplets were annoyed with Macfrights's bagpipes, so they wouldn't even touch bagpipes. Heh heh heh. Silly me, I-" Gloria paused.

It dawned her that the triplets were annoyed with King Macfrights's bagpipes. It was him! Macfrights woke everyone in the hotel and without a care too. Instant motivation to get the bagpipes to stop playing filled Gloria. Not only that, but it enraged her.

Gloria grabbed flaming records to fight with just to be sure that there might be a fight.

You mess with the hotel, staff are sure to mess back, and in this case, there was sure to be a fight. Gloria knew this and she knew that all the other staff knew as well.

Gloria felt that she was ready for anything that Macfrights might throw at her, so she made her way to the elevator hoping that all will be resolved, with a fight though.


By now almost every boss ghosts had made their way to the elevator and the ones that were feeling enraged was ready for a fight. Nikki Lindsey and Ginny were the first ghosts to make it into the elevator. Like Lindsey had suggested, they made their way to the Boilerworks.

"How do you know that Clem will be willing to help us?" Nikki asked. "How do you know that he won't just try to snore away our problems. Because knowing him, Clem probably would just be back asleep."

The triplets floated through the doors into the Boilerworks's main area and was shocked to see that Clem wasn't angry at all. In fact, he was dancing.

Nikki just stared. Lindsey cringed. Ginny whipped out her phone to record it all. Then all of a sudden, all three of the triplets started to laugh. That got Clem's attention and he watched the sisters laugh their ghost hearts out. It was so bad that tears began to run down the triplets's faces.

"Ahem," Clem started and that quieted the sisters down. "Do ya mind tellin' me why are y'all interrupting mah dancin'. Wait! Ah knew it! Y'all were da ones ta blast da Scotland instrument. Ya played wonderfully."

The triplets sighed. How did Clem think that they were the ones to blast bagpipes in the middle of the night. I mean, just how?

"Clem, we don't play any instruments, and we definitely don't play the bagpipes." Ginny explained. "We came down here because the music woke the entire hotel up. We want some help for get revenge on mister Macfrights. Want to help us?" Ginny offered.

"Well, if you ask so nicely, Ah will help ya. Just wait for meh. Go on to da castle and ah'll catch up. Brilliant plan is in mah head, an it's a surprise."

The triplets smiled in satisfaction and went back to the elevator to confront King Macfrights. Now, it's time for the moment we've all been waiting for. The boss ghosts confront King Macfrights. This is gonna be good.


When Gloria pushed the elevator button to floor six, the elevator didn't go as fast as she thought. It took about a minute and a half to get to her floor which she thought was strange. When the elevator opened though, Gloria's jaw dropped.

Every boss ghost except Clem and Ug were in the elevator and it was tight too. Gloria tried to make her way into the elevator without this being more awkward than it already was. When Gloria was settled into her spot, she ended up being sandwiched between Chambrea and Morty.


Two castle guards were stationed at the elevator hall and they were just minding their own business. One of the guards coughed and the second he did, the elevator doors opened and many ghosts flooded out of the tiny elevator and into Castle Macfrights.

The ghosts scrambled down the hallway and into the gate area. The gates didn't actually bother the ghosts much. They all just floated through them and made their way onto the arena area of Castle Macfrights and there he was, King Macfrights and his pesky bagpipes.

"SQREEEE-" the bagpipes quieted. Macfrights looked up and saw many ghosts giving him after-death stares. "Uh," Macfrights muttered. "May I help ya lads and lassies?"

The ghosts charged at Macfrights, but stopped when they realized that there wasn't a floor to float on. But that didn't stop a few ghosts. Morty, Nikki, Johnny and Gloria leapt onto the hanging lights. The other ghosts gasped in horror seeing just how desperate these ghosts were to get revenge.

Johnny leapt at King Macfrights and didn't make the jump. He landed on the floor but saw the fall as an opportunity. The gates of the arena weren't open so Johnny decided that if he couldn't help himself, help others, so that's what he did. Johnny opened the gates.

The ghosts that were on the balcony now had a chance to get their sweet revenge. They all rushed down the stairs and onto the arena. The ghosts that were on the lights jumped into Macfrights's patio and was now ready to slug him.

King Macfrights looked in horror as now almost every boss ghosts in the hotel were surrounding him.

"Ah, now what's the problem, I twas playing my dear bagpipe, isn't that right Isla." Macfrights cooed to the bagpipes.

"We don't care that you're playing your stupid bagpipes, we care that you're playing loud annoying bagpipes in the middle of the night!!!" Steward screamed.

Steward was expecting Macfrights to learn the lesson, but instead he was laughing a little bit. "What's so funny about this damn moment?!?" Steward hollered at the king.

"Oh, listen I'm so sorry, but it's very hard to take all of you seriously when y'all are wearing nightclothes." Macfrights snorted.

The staff growled at him and didn't care that they were in their jamies, but they were going to give King Macfrights a world of pain.

"Just listen ya bastard!" Captain Fishook grabbed Macfrights by the collar. "Just don't let this happen again! If you don't, I'll show th-"

A couple a crashes could be heard by the entire staff and they thought that it was strange. Then all of a sudden, Clem crashed through a wall on a moped and onto the patio.

There was some silence for a while before the triplets floated up to Clem. "This was your plan?!?" They yelled at him.

When the dust settled, it was clear that all of that was Clem and only Clem. "Ah've solved your problems!" Clem cheered. "Your savior's stopped da beast!"

"Ugh," the triplets groaned. "Listen, Clem. Where did you get that moped, why did you crash through multiple walls in order to get here when there's a hallway, and destruction is the answer?!?"

"Well excuse me! Ah believe this will have shut dat king up!" Clem said in response. However, Clem's plan didn't work at all.

Macfrights floated up to the destroyed part of his beloved castle and sobbed, "why did that hooligan just have ta ruin my castle?!?"

Steward sighed. "Just, I'm just glad this won't get worse now this is over." A loud crash, louder than Clem's crash, was heard not far from where everyone was.

Ug smashed himself into the room and roared, "Ug must destroy!" Everyone should have known that this would happen.

Two museum ghosts scrambled into the room after Ug and screamed, "we're sorry! He was too powerful, we couldn't keep him where he was!"

Ug did bust out of the Unnatural History Museum and now he was looking for revenge. "Ug need get tiny dwarf man!" Ug roared.

"Noooooo!" Macfrights screamed in horror when he saw what Ug did to his castle. "I think maybe playing bagpipes in the middle of the night wasn't such a good idea."

"You think?!?"


Whoooo! So playing bagpipes at night isn't a good idea. Tell me what ideas you have for more stories. Thank you!