Chapter 6

" Fatso, look what you did! You got cream filling on her, " Stinkie grabbed the pastry away from his brother.
" Wait, where? Where is the cream filling?" Fatso began to frantically thrash about the bed, tumbling Stella down onto the floor.
" FATSO! Look what you did. Casper said we shouldn't move her, she hasn't woke up for two days and when she did wake up she woke up to Stretch, now WE may can handle it, but that might send HER into hypovolemic shock!"
" Uh, what's that? "
" Does it look like I would know, " Stinkie said with a half shrug, " I heard it off of ER last week. "
" Ohh, gotcha." Fatso said as he bent over Stella. " So what we gonna do with her now?"
" Well, I mean since we don't know if she is staying OR not, we can't really DO anything… except…ya know, we could… "
" Fatso, no! She could be dead for all we know…"
" Well, we can find out if this lush beauty is dead or not! " Fatso bent over Stella again and began to poke her in the head. " Wakey Wakey, eggs and baky, ohhhh eggs.... I'm so hungry!!! "
Stinkie rolled his gold eyes.

" Uncle Fatso, don't do that! " the smaller ghost zoomed across the room grabbing a cold towel from the bedside as he went. " Guys, help get her back up here, please. "
" Hey Short sheet, did you find Stretch? "
" No. I am afraid I didn't, I looked everywhere, even the taxidermist, but.... "
" He seemed very mad, at me, I think " came a groggy voice.

Like hobos to ham sandwiches, the three pairs of eyes darted to Stretch's bed.
" Hello boys, you must be the almighty and wonderfully moody Stretch's companions. Well, it seems I know your names but you don't know mine. Well, my name is Stella, Stella McSwann. And I just want to say thanks. " Stella sat up and motioned for the three ghost to come and sit on the bed beside her.
So they, like the zombies that they were, came and floated down beside her on the small twin size bed. As Fatso flung himself to the bed the springs creaked while everyone slid to one side.
" Ok, so you must be Fatso, cause I don't know of any other ghost…umm, 'large' enough to do that…" Stella said as she pointed a thin finger at the heaviest of the three and smiled. " And you must be Stinkie, " She guessed as she wiped away the foul smelling air bubble that had just escaped his mouth. " And you.... you must be Casper! Oh, my gosh, I love your eyes. They are to die... err... I mean I love them. " She said as she looked deep into them.
" Yea, but look at my eyes! " Stinkie said as floated low and pushed his face into hers.
Stella grabbed Stinkie's face bringing it even closer.

" Yes, Yes your eyes are lovely, very good shade of gold. People in New York would kill to have this on their walls. " When she let go of the lean ghost's face he melted into a big white puddle onto the floor.
Casper rolled his eyes and said " The melt down take is soooo 40 years ago, pull your self together, " As Stinkie became upright again Casper pressed on , " Is that where you are from, Miss? New York? " asked Casper as he watched his Uncle Stinkie try to look at his reflection in the mirror.
" Oh sweetie, don't call me miss and yes I am. "
" Why did you leave? I mean obviously you were going to be in a wedding. And aren't weddings something you run towards not away from? "
Stella was quiet for a very long time.
" I left because I was afraid. I was being forced into marrying a man I didn't love. And, in doing so, taking over a company I didn't want and becoming just another corporate, business suit wearing zombie. I hated it. So Kat got me out of there. "
" Kat?? You know Kat? " Casper peered into her honey brown eyes, deep in thought it seemed.
" Yes, she used to tell me all about Whipstaff and some people she knew. Never told me you guys were ghost. Hehe I think its funny. I was always raised to believe only in the things that can be seen. Ghsot NOT being one of them. But well, I can see you guys so...daddy was sorta wrong now wasn't he. Ok boys so it looks like I might like to stay awhile, if you don't mind that is. So may I see the house? "

" Um.... well...See thing is.... we don't know if you are staying. Stretch wants you out. But WE want you to stay here. But... " Stinkie began.
" Oh boys don't worry about him. He is just a fuddy duddy! Lets go. "
So, with Casper leading the way, the three ghosts walked down the stairs accompanied by the recently awoken Stella.
Casper leaned to Stella and began to whisper, "Umm, well, this is the kitchen but we may not want to go in there while Fatso is with…"
" KITCHEN! I wanna go, I wanna go!!!" Fatso yelled with glee.
"Oh, gah, Casper, look whatcha did!" screeched Stinkie.

With the doorway in sight, Fatso burst through the other three and slid into the musty old kitchen heading towards a wall of cabinets. Stumbling, Casper and Stinkie went through first, with Stella following close behind.
"Hey where are my Crusaunts ? I got those like two days ago and somebody already ate em…why I'm gonna…hey, HEY what're you doing???"
And just like Neo from the Matrix…just…. fatter, Fatso lept from where he was floating. The stale doughnut, lifted…inching towards Stinkies lips.
"Nooooooooooooooooohhh!!"
And with amazing speed for his…size, Fatso tackled Stinkie to retrieve the doughnut.
"AHHHH!!! Fatso, you idiot…I think you broke my…my…my ME! " Stinkie yelled, in his egregious tone
"Okay, I think we need to move on!" sighed Casper.
"So, what next?" Stella chimed in.
Without missing a beat, Fatso moaned, "The bathroom, the bathroom!! We NEED to go to the bathroom!!"
"No, no! We are NOT going in there after you again Fatso!" yelled Casper.
The smaller ghost looked around trying to find another room to go to.
" We..we..we could go to the den, or the dining room "
" Nope, we ARE GOING TO THE BATHROOM " Fatso boomed still looking a little worried.

So, they drifted towards the bathroom, Fatso and Stinkie arguing the whole way, what about wasn't clear, as usual.
As they neared the bathroom, the fact of where they were going hit Stinkie.
"Wait a second here! No, no, no no no! We are not goin' in the there!"
"Why not?" sighed Casper,
"Because…well, I dunno, but we're not! It's too dangerous!"
"Dangerous!? It's a BATHROOM! What is dangerous about a bathroom?"
"I dunno…sumthin' could bite us, or I could fall down the toilet and get eaten by whatever is at the bottom. Oh, I don't even want to think about it "
"We are going in and that's final! There is nothing in there that isn't out here…"
All the while, Stinkie was thinking, "Oh, kid, if only you knew…"
They neared the bathroom and Casper began considering that Stinkie may not have been far from the truth on this one. From the smell, you could honestly believe something was growing in there.
They walked in to see a dark, dingy, grimy room full of unused cleaning utensils and…dirt.
Casper floated over and picked up the unused toilet brush and chided, "Hey Stinkie, you ever thought of using one of these?"
Stinkie's eyes glazed over in fearful confusion.
"Uh, Casper, I wouldn't touch that thing…I don't know what it is, but it suuure don't look friendly!!"
"Stinkie, it's a toilet brush! It's what you CLEAN the toilet with…"
"Speakin' of toilets…" Fatso moaned once more.
"Hey, Fatso, we're tryin' to have a con-ver-say-tion here!" Stinkie chided, "And Casper, I don't believe in that kinda thing…it's against my religion…I swear on…the book that my religion uses…cause I got one around here somewhere, I swear…on that book…yeah."
Stella was obviously amused by the back and forth banter between the two ghosts and decided to charge in.
"Stinkie, why don't you take a bath? It's the only part of the bathroom that is CLEAN for goodness sakes."
Stinkie looked fearful and went a little crazy, "CLEAN!? CLEAN!? WHY DO YOU PEOPLE KEEP YELLIN' 'CLEAN' AT ME?!?"
"EVERYBODY OUT!!!!! "

" Ok, Ok we are going. Gah! If you were that desperate for some ' personal time ' why not just tell us? " said Stinkie with a huge trademark grin.
" I did! Now leave! " and with that last demand Fatso slammed the door whacking Stinkie in the butt
" Yow! Dang it, is his soul purpose today to try to hurt me " Stinkie said as he rubbed his now red butt.
" Lets back to the bed rooms, I didn't get a good look before. " Stella chimed in trying to get Stinkie back to his playful self.

She grabbed the two ghsot's hands and hauled them back in the direction of the Trio's bedroom. When they got there Stella flung open the windows above Fatso's bed.
" Ah, much better, no? " she asked looking at the ghost.
" Ok So I have told you some of my story why not tell me yours? "
Stinkie looked at his nephew.
" Well, its a long one. But for you I guess we could.....Whatcha wanna know, Toots? " Stinkie said as he floated down beside Stella.
" Everything, but first.....How did you all come to live together? I mean you are all related right? "
" Oh yea, sure sure. Me, Fatso and Stretch are all brothers and Casper here is our nephew. "
" Oh, well which one of these three do you belong too? "
" What? oh oh....um..none of them. My dad was there older brother. "
Casper looked away from Stella's bright face.
" I died before him. And then when he died, he just.....didn't stay I guess. "
" But you three did, Why? " she said as she looked up towards Stinkie, who was now floating in circles above her head.
" We stayed cuze.....well cuze....." Stinkie looked at Casper, and then opened his mouth to tell her why but before he could he was cut off.

" Because none of you damn business fleshie. Now get out! " came the cold, hatefilled voice of the Ghostly Trio's leader back from his all night adventure.