Author's note: This chapter has been on hold for a long time for personal reasons; i.e. I had lost interest in it. But by popular demand (from Mat49324), I've made this chapter. Due to its length, I had to split it into two parts, which will be this chapter and the next one.
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Chapter 8, Part 1: Final Leg of the Mission
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Sam ran through various sections of the haunted house to find Clover and Alex and get them back.
"Okay, if I'm Clover or Alex, where would I be?" Sam asked herself.
She continued flying as Rouge the Bat until she heard footsteps.
(Mat did bits and pieces of this chapter. Now we switch from his material to mine.)
With the lightning-quick reflexes that made her an expert WOOHP spy, Sam jumped to the ceiling and hung there while she watched the entrant.
Surprise, surprise! It was Mandy.
"This stuff is supposed to scare me," Mandy muttered to herself.
"Nothing here is scary at all, though. Even ghosts don't frighten me. I wouldn't-"
At that moment, Mandy spotted Sam, and her attitude did a 180.
"Eek! A bat!" Mandy shrieked.
"I hate bats! I'm getting out of here this instant!"
Sam watched Mandy flee, and giggled a little. Two others joined her quickly, and they turned out to be Clover and Alex.
"Oh, there you are, you two!" Sam greeted the ghosts, dropping down.
"I thought I'd never find you! I can get you back to normal; just follow me."
(And now we switch back to Mat's material.)
Meanwhile, Mathew and me (sic) thought of what to do to get Clover and Alex back and save everybody.
"Anybody got any garlic?" Mathew asked.
"This is not the time to be thinking about food, Mathew," I said to him.
"I wasn't thinking of food, Leo; vampires are sensitive to garlic, right?" Mathew asked me.
"Right, and so …" I said.
"What does that have to do with our plan?"
"I was thinking if any of us had any garlic, we could pour some on the ghosts and they could - no, forget that. How about a little flashlight?" Mathew answered, rethinking his idea.
"What do we need a flashlight for?" I asked Mathew, dumbfounded.
"Ghosts are sensitive to light; so, if anybody has a flashlight, maybe we could put them back to normal!" Mathew said, finishing up his plan.
"That's a great idea, Mathew," I said, excited.
"Now, why didn't I think of that?"
(And now back to my material.)
"But we really should leave that to Sam," Mathew quickly said.
"We've got Tim Scam to deal with, after all."
I nodded. "Do you still remember those Sonic Heroes moves? How about flight formation?"
Mathew was still like Sonic, and I was still like Tails. I flew up and grabbed Mathew, hovering over Scam's henchmen and heading right for him.
"THUNDER SHOOT!" I called, kicking Mat at Tim Scam. He hit directly, knocking Tim down, and returned to me.
"You've got a great kick," Mathew commented after regaining his senses.
"Maybe you should try out for the school soccer team."
"Sports isn't my thing," I told Mat.
"I appreciate the suggestion, though. I just might give it a try."
The battle went on for a while, with Scam and his henchmen taking blow after blow from Thunder Shoots, Homing Attacks, and so on and so forth. While the battle went on, Sam snuck behind the entire commotion and led Clover and Alex back to the Ghostionizer or whatever that thing was called.
"There's got to be a reverse switch on here somewhere," Sam muttered, examining the thing from top to bottom.
"Ah! Here it is."
Flip! The switch went from forward to reverse, and Sam directed Clover and Alex back through the machine so that they returned to their old selves.
"Much better," Alex said once she was back to normal.
"Now, let's take care of Tim Scam!"
Scam, however, had pulled a fast one, using Clover's X-powder to transform himself to look like Tails. Since my pencil had escaped my ear during the bout, it did not seem possible to tell the difference.
Looking back and forth between Scam and me, Mathew thought about how to figure out which one was me, and which was Scam. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"All right, you two," Mathew asked the two of us.
"What's the best way to tell what the weather will be like on Tuesday?"
Scam was silent, but I spoke. "Wait until Wednesday!"
Only I would respond to that question with a joke like that. Now that Scam was exposed, the battle was over in minutes.
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Long, eh? Well, stay tuned!