The minute the group got inside, they split up to get to work. The Pigs took the kitchen. Ralph and Schafer decided to give the main hall a good scrubbing. Sophia and Melissa took Forest and Evelyn and went upstairs to clean up the bedrooms. Bert and Cedric went outside to work on patching up the roof. Lisa and Bentley ended up in the music room.

"This place looks like a ghost convention," Bentley said, looking around. "Look at all the white sheets!"

"Well, we'd better get started," Lisa said. "Help me find a light switch, Bentley."

Lisa and Bentley looked around the room to find a light switch. Suddenly, Bentley let out a scream, and ran, hiding behind his sister.

"Look, Lisa!" he shouted, pointing across the room. "It's a ghost floating right there by the window!"

"Bentley, there are no such things as ghosts," Lisa said, walking over to the ghost. "There's a logical explanation to this. There's usually a logical explanation to everything."

Lisa grabbed the "ghost," which turned out to be another white sheet. She pulled it off, revealing a coat rack, by an open window. She dropped the sheet, and shut the window.

"There," she said. "It was just a white sheet covering a coat rack by the open window. There's a breeze out there. Now come on. Let's get to work cleaning this place up."

Lisa finally found the light switch, and flipped it. Then she and Bentley got to work removing the sheets, and spreading dust all over the place. Bentley began folding one of the sheets until he bumped into a piano, which suddenly started playing "When the Saints Go Marching In" by itself. Bentley let out another scream, and ran to Lisa.

"Lisa, it's a haunted piano!" he shouted. "Look, it's playing by itself!"

"Bentley!" Lisa groaned, feeling exasperated. She walked over to the piano and inspected it. Then she sighed.

"Bentley, this is a player piano," she explained. "It's supposed to play by itself! See this up here? It's pre-programmed music. It fits into this little compartment here, and that's what makes the music. You must've activated something on it when you bumped into it. Now stop being such a scaredy cat and help me clean up."

"I don't know, Lisa. This place is pretty scary to me."

"Like I said before, Bentley, there's a logical explanation to everything."

Suddenly, a waltz was heard in the room, being played by what sounded like a string quartet, and definitely not a player piano. The Raccoon siblings turned to locate the source of the music, and found two violins, a viola, and a cello floating in the air, and playing by themselves.

"So what's your logical explanation to that, Lisa?" Bentley asked.

"That this place is haunted!" Lisa shouted. "Let's get out of here!"

Lisa and Bentley ran from the music room, screaming in panic.

Meanwhile, Bert and Cedric were pounding tiles onto the roof with hammers. Cedric kept stopping every couple of minutes, though.

"Hey, come on, Cedric, don't dawdle," Bert said. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get out of here!"

"I know, Bert," Cedric said.

"You still worried about this Verner Von Varkenstein ghost?"

"No. I'm worried about being up here on the roof when the storm hits."

"Storm?"

"Yeah, look at those dark clouds. The wind's picking up, too. There's definitely a storm in the air. We'd better hurry up and get back inside."

"Right."

Bert hammered some tiles in. He and Cedric were so engrossed in working, they did not notice the peanut butter sandwich Bert had brought up to the roof with him, floating away. They didn't even notice it was gone until Bert got hungry and reached for it. All he found was an empty plate.

"Hey, Cedric!" Bert shouted. "What'd you do with my sandwich?"

"I didn't do anything, Bert," Cedric said.

"Well, I know I had a peanut butter sandwich right here on this plate! It just didn't get up and walk away you know!"

"You probably ate it already. I know you and peanut butter. You don't eat it. You inhale it!"

"Yeah, I guess maybe you're right. Boy, I gotta learn to slow down when I eat peanut butter."

The boys went back to work. Bert continued hammering. He took a breath, and wiped some sweat from his forehead.

"Whew, this is hard work!" he shouted. "I could sure use a peanut butter soda right about now!"

Suddenly, Bert was handed a bottle of peanut butter soda. He promptly opened it, and took a long swig out of it.

"Thanks, Cedric!" he shouted.

"You're welcome," Cedric replied. Then he realized something. "For what?"

"Didn't you hand me my soda?"

"No."

"Well if you didn't, then who . . . ."

Bert didn't get to finish his sentence. He and Cedric suddenly saw a hammer floating in midair right in front of them. A sinister cackle was heard. Bert and Cedric screamed, and climbed off the roof, through an open window, and back into the manor.

Inside, Sophia and Melissa were busy dusting the old wooden furniture in the master bedroom, as well as wiping away cobwebs that seemed to be hanging from every corner of the room.

"Mommy, I wanna help!" Forest shouted.

"Okay," Sophia said. "Why don't you keep an eye on the baby while Auntie Melissa and I finish dusting?"

"Okay," Forest said, and he walked over to the stroller. He took a book out of the baby bag that was hanging on the handles, and began to show his sister the pictures. He couldn't read yet, but he could tell a story just by looking at the pictures.

"They've come a long way," Melissa commented.

"Don't I know it," Sophia replied. When Evelyn was born, Forest was very jealous of her, but now, the Sneer siblings were practically inseparable.

Sophia went to dust off the mantle, but stopped short when she saw the portrait hanging there.

"Melissa, look at this," she said. "It's a portrait of Count Verner Von Varkenstein."

"Eesh," Melissa said, grimacing at the portrait. "How'd you like to meet him in a dark alley?"

"I wouldn't!"

Count Verner Von Varkenstein was a pretty darn scary looking aardvark. He had beady eyes, and a scowling expression. Sophia cringed looking at it, and then took it down.

"That's better," she said.

"I agree," Melissa said. "I hope Cyril doesn't plan on keeping that thing up. It'll scare away customers!"

"I'm glad you took it down, Mommy," Forest said. "He was scary!"

Sophia and Melissa went back to work. After a few minutes, Sophia was tackling the layers of dust on the mirror, when something in it caught her eye. Over the mantle, the portrait of Count Verner Von Varkenstein was back. Sophia gasped in surprise, and whirled around, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her, but they weren't. The portrait was back up over the mantle.

"M-m-m-melissa?" she stammered, nervously. "Did you hang that picture back up?"

"What?" Melissa asked. Then she looked over the mantle and gasped herself.

"I can tell you honestly, Sophia," she said. "I didn't hang it back up!"

"And I know I didn't hang it up," Sophia said. "And Forest can't even reach the mantle, and Evelyn couldn't possibly have done it."

"Then who . . . . or maybe what . . . . hung it back up there?"

"Do you really want to stick around and find out?"

"No! Let's get out of here!"

Melissa grabbed the handles of Evelyn's stroller and raced out of the room with her, while Sophia scooped up Forest, and followed, both screaming all the way down the hall.

In the meantime, Ralph and Schafer were busy mopping up the front hall. Even Broo was helping. Schafer and Ralph had found some scrub brushes, and they tied them to Broo's feet, and Broo started sliding around the floor.

"That's it, Broo," Schafer said. "You're doing great!"

"At this rate, we ought to finish this in no time," Ralph said. "You know, for once, ol' Cyril's come up with a great business idea."

"You're right, Ralph. This old place would make a nice hotel, once we get it fixed up."

"At least we're almost done with this hallway. We'd better get some more soap and water so we can mop up the rest of the house."

Schafer nodded, picked up his bucket, and started to leave. Ralph went to follow him, but he was suddenly jerked back, and he fell to the floor.

"Whoop!" he shouted, as he landed. Then, the bucket of water flew into the air, and landed right on Ralph's head.

SPLASH!

"Hey!" Ralph sputtered, taking the bucket off his head. "What's the big idea?! Who's the wise guy?!"

"Well, don't look at me, Ralph," Schafer said. "I didn't do anything."

"Did you see anything, Broo?" Ralph asked. Broo barked and shook his head. The trio then heard sinister cackling coming from nowhere. Ralph picked up Broo and glanced at Schafer.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Schafer?" he asked.

"Yes," Schafer answered. "Run!"

Ralph and Schafer beat a hasty retreat out of that hallway.

In the kitchen, the Pigs were just finishing cleaning up. Lloyd looked around at his and his brothers' work and smiled.

"Well, the kitchen is now spic and span," he said. "You know what that means, boys?"

"LUNCH TIME!" all three Pigs shouted at once, and they grabbed a picnic basket they had brought with them. They unloaded it, pushed the basket aside, and began to eat.

"Hey, who's got the sauerkraut and the mustard?" Floyd asked. "I can't eat a ham, swiss, baloney, sardine, and cucumber sandwich without sauerkraut and mustard on it!"

"Check the basket," Lloyd replied. "I'd better check too. This turkey, cheddar, liverwurst, and mint jelly needs ketchup and some pickle relish."

"This peanut butter-banana-onion-and-pickle sandwich is lacking something," Boyd said. "Did we pack the worschester-scheister-schester-schuster sauce?"

"Gesundheit," Floyd said.

Lloyd, Floyd, and Boyd left their sandwiches and went back to their picnic basket to begin digging for the condiments (and the sauerkraut, because sauerkraut is NOT a condiment, last I heard). When they found what they wanted, they returned to their sandwiches, only to find them gone.

"Hey! Who ate my sandwich?!" Lloyd shouted.

"Don't look at us!" Floyd shouted. "We were with you the whole time!"

Suddenly, the Pigs heard cackling. Then they screamed, and ran out of the kitchen as fast as they could.