Figured out who the main characters are modeled after yet? Let's just say you've already known about them for the last two years and within an eight year time frame.
Now onto our story.
TALES OF THE HAUNTED MANSION: TWO MEN A BABY AND 999 GHOSTS By Steven Acevedo
"You've
got to be kidding me," Will groaned. "And what's with the
blue look? Trying out as a smurf for the upcoming movie in
2008?"
"Didn't a gust of wind lift you off a balcony a
month ago?" Vince asked.
"What are you talking about?
I'm his distant ancestor twice removed, you silly duffheads,"
the ghost said.
"Do you know what it took to get me
here?"
"You rode to glory on a fender?" Vince said.
Will started snickering.
"Stop being such a tease, you!"
Wathel R. Bender said. "You wanna see daylight again? Follow my
lead. I'll help you find your kid. Now come on this way."
He walked through the wall across from the Gracey portrait. "Oh wait. I forgot. You can't do this," he sneered as his transparent head and body were in the middle of the wall and quickly doved out of sight. A panel opened a few seconds later.
Upon stepping in they saw four large paintings adorning the walls on every side. The candles were held on each side by a different eye leering gargoyle.
"Welcome Foolish Mortals to The Haunted Mansion. I am your host. Your Ghost Host. And here in this gallery are paintings of some our guests as they appeared in their corruptable mortal state," he said.
"And me too," Wathel said appearaning and dissapearing in mid air. "Why isn't my picture in here?" he whined.
"Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding. Almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphsis."
"That means changing in plain view if you hadn't noticed," the ghost said.
"Is this haunted room actually stretching or is it your imagination?" The Ghost Host continued on.
"I wouldn't know. Did you have to imagine this or did The Bride Of Frankenstein lend you her clifnotes?"
"Mr. Bender. Please. I'm trying to do my job," The Ghost Host was now getting annoyed.
"It's your party, bright boy," Wathel retorted.
"Ahem! And consider this dismaying observation. This chamber has no windows and no door...Will you stop that, Wathel!" The Ghost Host bellowed.
He was making funny faces at one of the gargoyles.
"Excuse me a minute, Gentleman!" The Ghost Host said.
An unseen hand appeared and grabbed Mr. Bender out of the air and they both went invisible.
"You let go of me!" The invisible ghost shouted. "No! Not the face!"
PAF!
Wathel reappeared with a black eye.
"I HATE hecklers!" The Ghost Host said.
"As I started to say this chamber has no windows and no doors. Which offers you this...Ah! Skip it. I'm going to Tomorrowland. Just get out of here. I'll let Wathel show you around," The Ghost Host said with disgust. "They don't pay me enough for this!" he grumbled.
"Well. That was new," Will said.
Another panel sled open to reveal a large hallway and Will and Vince walked out.
To be continued...
