A/n : I do not own Casper, Kat or the Ghostly Trio. But Stella and any other character that did not appear in the first Casper movie are mine. Also I love your comments, it helps my writing... and I try to update every few days but sometimes school and other thing keep me from writing so be patient... I WILL finish this... Because I know how it is when someone don't finish their fanfiction. So anyways here is another chapter... and know that the more comments the faster I write and please remember that this is my first fanfiction so no flames. I am also sorry if they get out of character alittle but I try to stay close to their origional personalities as possible.

Chapter 9

"Breakfast is served! Boys, come and get it " came the yell of the New York lady in the kitchen of a dirty old mansion.

First came Fatso, of course first, floating through the ceiling. "Breakfast! Ooooh, I haven't had a breakfast first thing in the morning in….EVER! Whadjamake whadjamake!"

Stella smiled at his enthusiasm, "My dear Fatso, you'll have to wait for everyone to be seated before you get to see what I've cooked up this morning."

"Awwww…well, if you say so Ms. Stella I guess I can wait…" Fatso moaned, making a hand washing motion and looking terribly innocent.

Stinkie came down soon after, and then Casper came in from the den, where he'd fallen asleep while Stella was cooking. Everybody sat down at the large oak table, which Stella had dusted to a brilliant new shine.

"Well, it appears that Stretch didn't hear me…" Stella said with a wry smirk.

"Stretch, honey, come on down, it's time for breakfast!" she said, looking the other ghosts straight in the eye with that look of let's-just-wait-and-see-what-happens.

All of them jumped a little when they heard a door being thrown open up stairs. And then a few minutes later the self appointed leader of the Ghostly Trio came floating through the kitchen door with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Well you guys, lesse what kinda grub we've got this morning?" Stretch said, giving Casper a friendly elbow to the side.

Stella lit up, "Well, bon appétit boys!" She walked down the length of the table, uncovering plates of a perfect breakfast. Ham, bacon, eggs, sausage, biscuits, omelets, pancakes, and of course, WAFFLES!

Four very pale faces lit up at the sight of the feast.

" Marry me! " Fatso said as he did his best to get down on one knee, which was very hard considering he didn't have any knees.

" Fatso, you animal get up off th floor. She already told us she isn't the marrying type. Ya know, think of that poor schmuck she left standing at the alter. I mean he was a big, rich business man and you...well you my dearest brother, you are just... big. So she would tear you apart. So don't try it. " Stretch said with a devious smirk as he shoveled eggs on to his plate.

" Oh Fatso, don't listen to your horrible brother. Size does not mater. Neither does money or power. What matters is on the inside and baby, you are very sweet and sensitive so you would be perfect. I just don't want to get married. Ok? " Stella said as she bent down and gave the large ghost a kiss on his pudgy cheek, causing him to blush.

As Fatso returned to his plate Stretch looked at Stella and she glared right back at him. " Well baby, don't you think that lying isn't a very good way to start a day "

" What? I didn't lie. And don't call me baby " Stella said as she bit into a piece of bacon.

" Oh please, don't give us that oh-it-only-matters-whats-inside crapolia. Everybody knows a woman SAYS she wants an sweet, sensive, caring Ashley, but really she is dying for a bad-ass, can take care over her, wild Rhett. Isn't that right. "

" Oh Stretch, I am impressed, YOU of all people, know of Gone With the Wind? Did you know your uncle was so cultured, Capser dear. " Stella said.

" Um..no I didn't " Casper said behind a pile of eggs that he had just stuffed into his mouth.

" Well, Stella, baby..there are alot of things I can do that you or anyone else doesn't know of" Stretch said, his eyes never leaving hers, " and Casper don't talk with you mouth full, we have a lady present. A very beautiful lady, in fact. Do you work out. "

" Um...yes I do, everyday for 3 hours. Why? " Stella said a little flustered at the ghost's sudden flirting.

" It shows. " he said as he looked her up and down.

" Um... uh..thanks " Stella said, swallowing, trying to figure at what Stretch was up to.

While the two faced off in a secret match, Stinkie and Fatso watched trying to figure out what was going on. Their brother had mood swings that could make a pregnant woman's head spin but he never had them this fast before. The last time they had saw him, he was furious and hated the woman that now was face to face with him in a decussion of culture and edicate, Stella stating he didn't have any and Stretch just laughing and mummbling something low in his throat making Stella blush, but now he seemed to want something more. The something not being G rated.

" What is going on? " Stinkie said as he watched Stella lean over and grabbed a waffle, giving the ghost a very good veiw of cleavage.

" I have no idea, but whatever it is, I want in. " Fatso answered seeing what his brother saw

By this time all three of the older ghost were drooling. And Casper had even notice making him choak on his orange juice.

" Whats wrong Stretch? " Stella asked, looking up at the tall ghost ,who was starring down at her stary eyed, " Cat finally do the world a favor and get your tongue? "

She watched Stretch come out of his trance like he had been slapped. Seeing his confused expresion, she started laughing loudly. The other three ghosts snapped out of their own trances and all of them started to laugh with her

" Um...'schcuse us, but did we miss something? " Stinkie said.

" Well duh! Obivously something happened in the bedroom...I think maybe Stretch didn't get enough sleep again, but this time its a good thing. " Fatso laughed making bits of food go everywhere.

" Well, you go bro! " Stinkie said, elbowing his older brother in the side. " Been a long time, no? "

As the two ghost fell over each other in laughter, Stretch began to fume. All delight gone from his face. Casper, enjoying his oldest uncles delightful mood didn't want it to end so he handed Fatso the pancakes and said " Actually she was with me. We um... talked. "

The two ghost stopped laughing and looked wide eyed at their nephew.

" She was with you? " Stinkie said.

" Um.. yea... " Casper looked away, slightly embarrassed at the huge grins developing on his uncles' faces.

" Well, Stella we didn't know you was a cradle robber. But whatever. " Fatso boomed.

" Way to go, shortsheet. We never knew you had it in ya. But I guess we should have guessed it. You ARE growing up. " Stinkie said as he patted Casper on the back.

" Aww, Stink, our liitle boy is growing up... " Fatso began to blubber in to his napkin.

" OK enough! Damnit you two. " Stretch's voice cut through, loud and mean.

The two ghost stopped their laughter.

" They was just talking , like the kid said and it was about you yahoos. And nobody, I repeat nobody got laid! Sheesh! She hasn't even been her a week, and you two start with the crude humor, what are you animals.. I mean... "

" Hey, Hey, boys stop it. And YOU, you was the one who start...um...start it. So don't get all fussy with them. " Stella said as she began to clear the dishes.

" Well... I ... uh...um... " Stretch, just now realizing that he had just gotten very defensive over his brothers usual playing, fumbled.

" Well..um..uh..what? " Stella said.

Stretch, furious with his sudden emotion, shook his head and faced the woman, ready for battle " What it means is, I am not going to sit here and listen to them talk that way to you. "

" Why does it matter to you? " Stella said.

" It matters because... because I am going to be the only one to speak to you that way! " Stretch bellowed

" What? " Stella said a little taken back. " Why would I want you, of all people to speak to me so...so... crudly..."

" Because I was the one you kissed, dollface " Stretch, regaining every bit of his old crude, rude devious self.

Stella blushed. And while she scrubbed the pan she began to wonder what was going on. Last night he was so mad and didn't want anything to do with her, but now he is flirty and happy...Stella was quiet scared. She knew the ghost probally didn't like to be out done or suprise. So now, she supposed, he just decided that he was going to mess with her.. well two can play at that game.

" Um... Now, I know we definatly missed something, Fatso. " Stinkie said as he stared wided eyed at his older brother.

" Oh yea! " Fatso said as he tried to grab the last of the ham.

Stella slapped at Fatso's hand and smiled at him, "Boys, you didn't miss a thing. I mean, it really wasn't that great. Pretty boring if I do say so myself."

Stretch looked lost for words.

"And why do they call him Stretch, anyways?" Stella said, looking him straight in the eye, "I mean, boys, a girl can only try so hard and not quit when there's no stretchin' happening." Stella stifled laughter as she finished her cutting words.

The other ghosts busted into a unison of laughter at this, while Stretch's paleness turned to rage. Seeing that she was finally regaining the upperhand she pressed on.

" I mean, come on Stretch baby, I know its been awhile since you have kissed a woman but I know you couldn't have forgotten. Shape up, because you are playing with the big dogsnowand they bite back. " Stella said a she whipped the dish towel off her shoulder, making it POP.

As she waltzed out the door, a little more shake to her hips than usual, Stretch and the rest of the ghost sat there in silence.