Within a week, Von Varkenstein Manor was fully restored, mostly thanks to the Raccoons and their friends. Ralph called Lady Baden-Baden who held a meeting of the Historical Society, and they had named Von Varkenstein Manor a historical landmark. Cyril never did get to convert the old place into a hotel, but thanks to Forest's idea, he was making money. Cyril had hired Elroy to give guided tours of the manor to visiting tourists, since he knew the manor inside and out. The best part was Cyril didn't even have to pay him. Elroy took the position of tour guide in exchange for room and board at the house.

"Things sure worked out great, Pop," Cedric said. "This has to be the best business idea you've ever came up with."

"Well, it was mostly Forest's idea," Cyril said, balancing his grandson on his shoulder. "I don't usually share the credit . . . . "

"Yeah, that's for sure," Lloyd mumbled.

"But I'll make an exception for Forest," Cyril said, ignoring Lloyd. "You're a regular chip off the old block, Forest, my boy!"

"Looks like all's well that ends well," Ralph said.

"Yeah," Bert said. "I mean, I knew all along there wasn't any ghosts! There are no such things as haunted houses, after all!"

Suddenly, a white sheet started moving by itself across the floor. Everyone looked at it, a bit shocked. Bert's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"YIKE!" he shouted. "It's the ghost of Von Varkenstein Manor! Yaaahhh!"

"Bert, will you calm down?" Lisa asked, removing the sheet. "It's only Evelyn!"

"Heh," Bert said. "I . . . . I knew it all the time!"

And with that, everyone laughed.

The End