Tim Burton and Geffen Entertainment (as far as I know) own Beetlejuice and all related characters/content. I should probably mention Warner Bros. as well. I, however, do not own BJ and his crew.
Ok this...is incredibly short. It was supposed to be part of the chapter I'm working on right now, but I really hate that chapter right now and I don't want this one to suffer. So here it is. Sorry. I seem to be the queen of super short chapters...
Somewhere in the dark a ghoul stirred. The ghost's screaming rant had awoken him. Quite the mouth on her. The ghoul cackled to himself as he clawed his way out of the grave he had been staying in. When he finally stood on the surface he brushed dust off his suit and ran a comb through his hair. No mistakes this time, he thought. Don't get attached...don't get involved. Just head topside, raise some hell, get on Juno's bad side, and then disappear before they send me back to Saturn. Call it getting reaquainted with the afterlife.
He snapped his fingers and the mold surrounding his face disappeared. Another snap and his teeth sparkled. Another and his suit and body were visibly cleaner, yet he retained a dingy appearance somehow. Just because the mold and necrotic flesh had been poofed magically away didn't mean his mind was free of dirt and grime. He grinned a maniacal grin as he admired the effect in a mirror that had appeared, floating in the air in front of him. He preened like a proud peacock for a few minutes before certifying himself done. In a low voice, he said to himself:
"It's Showtime!"