Those Meddling Hippies
Chapter Two
Marik and Missie were wandering around the carnival when Missie suddenly felt something tapping her on her shoulder. She turned around and shrieked, "Aaah! Confederate Soldier Ghosts!"
"Huh?" Marik looked around. "Missie, I don't see any dead Confederate soldiers."
"That's because they're ghosts!" Missie squealed. "They disappeared!"
"There are no such things as ghosts."
"Speak for yourself!" Missie insisted. "I saw one!"
"Now, Missie, we all know how much you overreact," Marik reasoned. "Are you sure that you don't just have a smudge on your contacts?"
"Since when do smudges have mustaches, you kuso baka!"
"Fingerprints can be very artistic."
Meanwhile, Vincent and Alister had wandered into a broom closet and had found a projector angled to strategically project its image through a hole in the wall.
"What would a psychotic killer need with a projector?" Vincent wondered.
"I dunno," Alister replied, turning the projector on.
Outside…
"AAAAAH!" Missie screamed. "They're back! Marik, they're back!"
"Where--holy shit…"
Inside…
"Hey, look, it's Missie and Marik!" Alister exclaimed, looking out the dusty window nearby.
"Why are they dancing like that?" Vincent asked.
"They must be high," Alister replied, continuing to move the projector slightly back and forth in order to try to figure out what it did. "Dumb stoners."
What the projector did…
"Help!" Marik screamed. "These stupid ghosts are trying to catch us!"
"Damn Confederacy!" Missie shrieked.