Alrighty now, another big multi chapter story just like Luigi's Last Resort Stay! I dunno if this one will be better than the last one, but I guess reading is the only way to find out. Enjoy!
There is one thing that Amadeus Wolfgiest hated more than the Twisted Trio: noise. He had no idea why he always went down to the Grand Lobby a lot since it was the busiest room in the hotel, and it was just as noisy.
Still, Wolfgiest sat with four Mini Hammers, teacup in his hand, and was trying to teach them piano. But the ghosts being children, they had more important questions on their mind than how to do the perfect middle c.
"Mister Wolfgiest?" One of the ghosts raised her hand. "Why are we in the Grand Lobby instead of your piano floor?"
"Because," Wolfgiest scoffed. "Because it is more effective learning how to play piano around other people. Plus Chef Soulfflé made me some tea."
"So you're only here for the tea?" The ghosts asked. "Lame! You should be here for cola, or apple juice, or even fruit punch!"
Wolfgiest sighed. Why didn't he sign up to teach teenagers or adults piano. Kids were just always way too distracted to focus on lessons. And secretly, Wolfgiest didn't want little sticky fingers all over his piano Elizabeth.
"Alright, your teaching time is over!" Wolfgiest packed up his music sheets and put them in his bag. He was then glared at by all of the piano students. But what did he do wrong though?
"Hey! We didn't get to play piano at all!" One of the kids pouted. "We been here for two months and we haven't even touched not even a toddler's toy piano!"
Ignoring the complaints, Wolfgiest continued to pack up. "I wanna go back to mom!" Another kid cried. "You suck at piano! You say you can play it, but you haven't showed us yet! How can we believe you are good at it?"
Wolfgiest gasped. Someone had the audacity to insult his piano playing skills! No one did that except the triplets and Chef Soulfflé.
"All of you! You have no idea how insulting that is to the high class of me!" Wolfgiest marched right on over the children, who were now all huddling in fear. Of course they heard the rumors of Wolfgiest's rages. The latest one being he flipped over his piano with his bare hands!
"Prepare meet your doom-" Wolfgiest felt tapping on his shoulder. He turned around to see E. Gadd staring sternly at him. He didn't look very pleased at all.
"I am truly sorry that you young ones must bear the unpleasant aura presence of Amadeus. Go on to your parents, I see them over there." E. Gadd pointed to the other end of the Grand Lobby. After all the tortured souls left, he turned around slowly to the nervous Wolfgiest.
"You should be disappointed in yourself Amadeus." E. Gadd began. "You threatened those four children all because they mentioned you never played piano in front of them."
"Oh my apologies sir." Wolfgiest mumbled. "I feel terrible for those children now that I saw what I have done."
E. Gadd smiled at his employee. "I know that you are. Thank you for apologizing."
Wolfgiest sighed with relief.
"But you're still going to have to face trial." E. Gadd resumed.
Wolfgiest jumped. "What do you mean trial sir?"
"What I mean is, I'm calling a staff meeting to decide if you should continue teaching kids piano or not. It's very simple, your past experience should determine your future. So I'm calling the meeting."
E. Gadd pulled out a little pure metal microphone that Wolfgiest knew connected to the speakers.
"A special staff meeting on the go, I repeat, a special staff meeting." E. Gadd put the microphone away. "Experience will determine the results of today. Come!"
"Today we come upon Amadeus Wolfgiest, the horrible man who thought that it was a good idea to teach children piano. The process didn't work out at all, so we sit here today to decide if Amadeus should keep teaching! Someone should give me your opinion now!"
A Slinker slammed a gavel into the desk and let the Boss Ghosts decide what to do with Wolfgiest.
"Ah say dat Wolfgiest should nat teach kids at all: his methods is terrible, an he most likely ain't care if da kiddies learn at all!" Clem declared.
"Yeah! I also feel the same way too Clem." Kruller agreed. "I think the children are feeling scared of you." He looked right at Wolfgiest who was hanging is head down in shame.
He could take a lot of things, but savage criticism wasn't one of those things. Normally he would rage in response, but he contained his rage enough so he wouldn't be kicked off the teacher position.
"What do you all mean, I think Wolfgiest is an excellent professeur." Soulfflé cut in. "He is a teacher zat teaches with passion!"
"Bad passion!" Nikki interrupted. "One time, me, Lindsey and Ginny went down to try to learn piano and Mister Wolfgiest shot us down even when we asked nicely!"
Everyone turned their heads around to Wolfgiest who was now looking at everyone frantically. Everyone wanted an answer.
"I wasn't sure if they really wanted to play piano! I thought that they just wanted to pull a prank!"
"Step aside everybody, step aside." E. Gadd rolled a projector and turned it on. "Look at your mistakes." He told Wolfgiest.
A video played him rambling on about piano instead of teaching it. Then another video played him storming off to the elevator after a kid asked to use the bathroom.
"I thought she was trying to skip class!"
"Hey, uh, professor?" Steward raised his head. "Where did you get those videos? The quality is too bad to be directly from our cameras. Like someone recorded them."
"I got this on Facenote, why?" E. Gadd didn't really see the problem.
"Professor! That footage is now online, and everyone could see this now! Our reputation could down down to the earth's core!"
"WAIT A MINUTE! ARE THERE ANY OTHER VIDEOS?!?!"
"OH CRAP, THERE IS A WHOLE PAGE THAT SHOWS OUR HORRIBLE SIDE TO THE HOTEL! WE'RE RUINED!"
"It's not just Wolfgiest! The snakes, pranks, everything chaotic that happens around here is now online!"
So Hellen's plan worked. What does that do for the Last Resort now? Find out next chapter!