Spirited Away on Halloween 3!
I LOVE PAOLO CONTE!
"We don't care if Hirac gets mad at us!" The tiny girl is a witch's hat, Shock, cackled.
"She can't join our department!" The boy beside her, Barrel, wore a skeleton suit. The monsters that surrounded the two foremen laughed and chuckled, making Sally blush. Jack stood solemnly at the foremen's desk on the bottom floor of the mansion.
"She's already under contract," Jack coldly stated. A wave of gasps, shaking heads, and "How did she do that?"s ran through the crowd.
"I promise I'll work really hard!" Sally spoke with a shakey voice.
"We're not taking her in our department!" a female werewolf spoke with a haughty voice.
A gargoyle in the back yelled. "Us either! She'll stink up the whole place!"
"Three days of eating our food, and her smell will go away," Jack voiced to the crowd. "She'll work hard, and if she doesn't, roast her."
Sally was shocked to hear the words coming out of Jack's mouth. "Boil her, do whatever you want. Popsy!"
"What?!" Popsy appeared from out of a doorway. "Don't dump her on me!"
"You said you want an assistant," Jack argued, no emotion pentrating his face.
"That's perfect!" Shock screamed.
"Yeah! Leave 'er with Popsy!" Barrel said with glee.
"You can't!" Popsy fought back.
"Then it's settled," Jack patted Sally on the back, pushing her to Popsy. "Go with her."
"Um... yes sir!" Sally tripped along behind Popsy, confused, hungry, and a little dizzy.
"By the way, Jack, have you seen Lock?" Barrel asked. Shock shook her head vigorously as the monster crowd dispersed.
"Yeah! We were gonna watch 'Tales from the Morgue' on The Learning Channel!"
"Have you checked Town?" Jack slowly walked off, snickering to himself.
**
"WOW! You did it, girl!" Popsy hugged Sally's waist as soon as they were out of the monster's sight (which was a little hallway with Japanese paper doors and poor lighting, placed somewhere between the foyer and the nearest elevator). "Speaking of which, what is your name now?'
"Kerry," Sally spoke without thinking.
"Kerry. Nice. Anyway, I don't believe a dope like you could get into Hirac's office and get a contract! Wow, was I wrong!"
"'A dope like' me?" Sally grunted, putting her hands on her almost non- existent hips.
"Don't worry about that," Popsy held up her hands and shook them back and forth. "Let's just get upstairs and get your uniform before someone sees that horrible get-up you're in."
"I like this suit!" Sally lied as Popsy pulled her away by her wrists.
**
"Upstairs" was a large room where, apparently, all of the witches in the mansion slept. Some were pretty, some looked more like Popsy. But all were asleep, tucked into fluffy cotton sleeping bags.
"Alright," Popsy talked to herself, pulling open a sliding closet door. "Let's see..."
Sally helded out her arms, and Popsy plopped her new clothes into them.
"Those're your pants. This is your apron, gotta wash it yourself..."
Sally tucked her pants under her arm and held the apron around her waist. It wasn't very big-
"NO! It's not that kind of apron!" Popsy took it out of Sally hands and tied one end around her neck and the other around her neck. "It's like a backless shirt. You wear it like this."
"Oh..." Sally was taken aback a little. She undid it and placed it messily inside her pant's pocket. "Hey, Popsy, do you know Jack?"
"Uh huh."
"He doesn't have a twin, does he?"
"A twin? HA! I can barely stand one of 'im! Okay, an overshirt... an overshirt..." Popsy pulled out one shirt and held it up to Sally. "Too small. What about this one... no. This one might- Is something wrong, Kerry?"
Sally sat down, her head feeling light. "I feel dizzy."
"Oh, poor thing," Popsy comforted as she bent down to stroke Sally's back. A small with with green skin poked her head out of her sleeping bag.
"(Yawn!) I'm sleepy- What's the noise, Popsy?"
"It's the new girl, Sarah. She doesn't feel good."
Sally whimpered as her stomach tied itself in knots.
** Jack, Oogie Boogie, the Hands, and a small ghost dog watched Hirac as he marched to the window of his office, grabbed a long, black cloak off of a hanger.
"Zero," Hirac spoke. The ghost dog hovered to his master's head, barking happily and smiling. Hirac draped the cloak over his shoulders, and tucked in the edges, so that it magically melded to his body. He held out his hands (which had become wings), gave one last bow to his minions, and flew out of the window.
As Oogie Boogie went back to his room, Jack made his way to a different location.
**
Kerry shook in her sleeping bag, a mixture of cold air and fear taking her over. She missed the home she left... no monsters, hardly any work.... no monsters... her own car! Yeah, that's a good thing to miss!
Kerry froze as a bony hand placed itself on her hair. "Meet me tonight in Town Square." Jack's voice!
Sally smiled as his hand brushed her forehead, calming her down.
**
Kerry tiptoed through the Cellar, trying not to wake the Mayor. As she passed by the furnace, the Baby Ghosts appeared, and-
"You got my boots!" Kerry pulled on her footwear. "Thank you."
The baby ghosts made happy noise and disappeared, leaving Kerry to run back outside.
Kerry sneaked into town, wearing her new, gray uniform. She watched the fountain, wondering where the water came from. The water was eerily pretty; a ocean-ish shade of green. The monster could have been some crazy, Stephen King horror... monster... thingy.
"Kerry?"
"Jack!" Kerry ran to Jack, who was standing on a building's stairway.
"I needed to give you these," Jack whispered, handing Kerry her old clothes.
"I thought these were thrown away!" Kerry hugged the old suit tightly; it still smelled like her old car (a mix of smelly dogs and cheap air fresheners).
"You'll need them to get home," Jack nodded his head. She took a look at the tag.
"Property of Sally... Wait, Sally's my name, isn't it?"
Jack nodded again.
"Ohmy- I can't believe I forgot my own name!"
"That's how Hirac controls you," Jack mumbled. "By stealing your name. If you completely forget it, you'll never get back home."
"Does that mean you can't remember your name?" Sally cried.
"No, I can't...." Jack smiled. "But, for some reason, I remember yours." Jack reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a biscuit. "Here, eat this. I saw you were having stomach problems, and I saved you this."
"Thank you," Sally was extremely grateful. As she ate, she started to cry.... for no reason whatsoever. Maybe she was happy; she wasn't very depressed; she just cried.
And Jack comforted her.
**
The Mayor stretched from his forced sleep; his desk did not make a good bed. As he rubbed his angry eyes, his sight focused on a tiny figure...
It was Sally, sleeping curled up into a little ball. On the cold floor. Using her clothes as a pillow. The Baby Ghosts hung around her feet, guarding her boots and Sally herself. The Mayor smiled, switching to his happy face. He waddle to Sally, giving her his blanket.
"Night, deary," The Mayor whispered, kissing her forehead. "Paw Paw loves you."
How sweet! DONE!
I LOVE PAOLO CONTE!
"We don't care if Hirac gets mad at us!" The tiny girl is a witch's hat, Shock, cackled.
"She can't join our department!" The boy beside her, Barrel, wore a skeleton suit. The monsters that surrounded the two foremen laughed and chuckled, making Sally blush. Jack stood solemnly at the foremen's desk on the bottom floor of the mansion.
"She's already under contract," Jack coldly stated. A wave of gasps, shaking heads, and "How did she do that?"s ran through the crowd.
"I promise I'll work really hard!" Sally spoke with a shakey voice.
"We're not taking her in our department!" a female werewolf spoke with a haughty voice.
A gargoyle in the back yelled. "Us either! She'll stink up the whole place!"
"Three days of eating our food, and her smell will go away," Jack voiced to the crowd. "She'll work hard, and if she doesn't, roast her."
Sally was shocked to hear the words coming out of Jack's mouth. "Boil her, do whatever you want. Popsy!"
"What?!" Popsy appeared from out of a doorway. "Don't dump her on me!"
"You said you want an assistant," Jack argued, no emotion pentrating his face.
"That's perfect!" Shock screamed.
"Yeah! Leave 'er with Popsy!" Barrel said with glee.
"You can't!" Popsy fought back.
"Then it's settled," Jack patted Sally on the back, pushing her to Popsy. "Go with her."
"Um... yes sir!" Sally tripped along behind Popsy, confused, hungry, and a little dizzy.
"By the way, Jack, have you seen Lock?" Barrel asked. Shock shook her head vigorously as the monster crowd dispersed.
"Yeah! We were gonna watch 'Tales from the Morgue' on The Learning Channel!"
"Have you checked Town?" Jack slowly walked off, snickering to himself.
**
"WOW! You did it, girl!" Popsy hugged Sally's waist as soon as they were out of the monster's sight (which was a little hallway with Japanese paper doors and poor lighting, placed somewhere between the foyer and the nearest elevator). "Speaking of which, what is your name now?'
"Kerry," Sally spoke without thinking.
"Kerry. Nice. Anyway, I don't believe a dope like you could get into Hirac's office and get a contract! Wow, was I wrong!"
"'A dope like' me?" Sally grunted, putting her hands on her almost non- existent hips.
"Don't worry about that," Popsy held up her hands and shook them back and forth. "Let's just get upstairs and get your uniform before someone sees that horrible get-up you're in."
"I like this suit!" Sally lied as Popsy pulled her away by her wrists.
**
"Upstairs" was a large room where, apparently, all of the witches in the mansion slept. Some were pretty, some looked more like Popsy. But all were asleep, tucked into fluffy cotton sleeping bags.
"Alright," Popsy talked to herself, pulling open a sliding closet door. "Let's see..."
Sally helded out her arms, and Popsy plopped her new clothes into them.
"Those're your pants. This is your apron, gotta wash it yourself..."
Sally tucked her pants under her arm and held the apron around her waist. It wasn't very big-
"NO! It's not that kind of apron!" Popsy took it out of Sally hands and tied one end around her neck and the other around her neck. "It's like a backless shirt. You wear it like this."
"Oh..." Sally was taken aback a little. She undid it and placed it messily inside her pant's pocket. "Hey, Popsy, do you know Jack?"
"Uh huh."
"He doesn't have a twin, does he?"
"A twin? HA! I can barely stand one of 'im! Okay, an overshirt... an overshirt..." Popsy pulled out one shirt and held it up to Sally. "Too small. What about this one... no. This one might- Is something wrong, Kerry?"
Sally sat down, her head feeling light. "I feel dizzy."
"Oh, poor thing," Popsy comforted as she bent down to stroke Sally's back. A small with with green skin poked her head out of her sleeping bag.
"(Yawn!) I'm sleepy- What's the noise, Popsy?"
"It's the new girl, Sarah. She doesn't feel good."
Sally whimpered as her stomach tied itself in knots.
** Jack, Oogie Boogie, the Hands, and a small ghost dog watched Hirac as he marched to the window of his office, grabbed a long, black cloak off of a hanger.
"Zero," Hirac spoke. The ghost dog hovered to his master's head, barking happily and smiling. Hirac draped the cloak over his shoulders, and tucked in the edges, so that it magically melded to his body. He held out his hands (which had become wings), gave one last bow to his minions, and flew out of the window.
As Oogie Boogie went back to his room, Jack made his way to a different location.
**
Kerry shook in her sleeping bag, a mixture of cold air and fear taking her over. She missed the home she left... no monsters, hardly any work.... no monsters... her own car! Yeah, that's a good thing to miss!
Kerry froze as a bony hand placed itself on her hair. "Meet me tonight in Town Square." Jack's voice!
Sally smiled as his hand brushed her forehead, calming her down.
**
Kerry tiptoed through the Cellar, trying not to wake the Mayor. As she passed by the furnace, the Baby Ghosts appeared, and-
"You got my boots!" Kerry pulled on her footwear. "Thank you."
The baby ghosts made happy noise and disappeared, leaving Kerry to run back outside.
Kerry sneaked into town, wearing her new, gray uniform. She watched the fountain, wondering where the water came from. The water was eerily pretty; a ocean-ish shade of green. The monster could have been some crazy, Stephen King horror... monster... thingy.
"Kerry?"
"Jack!" Kerry ran to Jack, who was standing on a building's stairway.
"I needed to give you these," Jack whispered, handing Kerry her old clothes.
"I thought these were thrown away!" Kerry hugged the old suit tightly; it still smelled like her old car (a mix of smelly dogs and cheap air fresheners).
"You'll need them to get home," Jack nodded his head. She took a look at the tag.
"Property of Sally... Wait, Sally's my name, isn't it?"
Jack nodded again.
"Ohmy- I can't believe I forgot my own name!"
"That's how Hirac controls you," Jack mumbled. "By stealing your name. If you completely forget it, you'll never get back home."
"Does that mean you can't remember your name?" Sally cried.
"No, I can't...." Jack smiled. "But, for some reason, I remember yours." Jack reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a biscuit. "Here, eat this. I saw you were having stomach problems, and I saved you this."
"Thank you," Sally was extremely grateful. As she ate, she started to cry.... for no reason whatsoever. Maybe she was happy; she wasn't very depressed; she just cried.
And Jack comforted her.
**
The Mayor stretched from his forced sleep; his desk did not make a good bed. As he rubbed his angry eyes, his sight focused on a tiny figure...
It was Sally, sleeping curled up into a little ball. On the cold floor. Using her clothes as a pillow. The Baby Ghosts hung around her feet, guarding her boots and Sally herself. The Mayor smiled, switching to his happy face. He waddle to Sally, giving her his blanket.
"Night, deary," The Mayor whispered, kissing her forehead. "Paw Paw loves you."
How sweet! DONE!