"The old mill!" breathed Ezra in awe. "This place is perfect to film!"

The group stepped into the island's mill, and the sounds of the ground creaking under them echoed through the seemingly ancient and decaying building.

"How safe is this place, Ezra?" asked Phineas.

Ezra adjusted his camera. "Relax, we're at a Disney Theme Park! When has anyone EVER suffered an injury at a Disney Theme Park?"

They all burst out laughing.

"Priceless!" Brer Rabbit gasped for air.

"I caused half the injuries!" Gus said, proudly displaying his chain.

Suddenly, Brer Fox and Brer Bear jumped out with a loud "YAAAAHHHH!!!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed the surprised Ezra, Phineas, Gus, and Brer Rabbit.

Not expecting that, Brer Fox and Brer Bear responded with a "WAAAAAAHHHH!" of terror.

For the next few minutes, the two groups sat there, screaming at each other (with Ezra being sure to get it all on tape).

Finally, they couldn't scream anymore. "Man," said Ezra, "that was GREAT! You guys are the best screamers ever!"

Brer Fox blushed. "Aw, shucks, t'ain't nothin'."

The ghosts and Brer Rabbit all looked at each other. They had a plan. Brer Rabbit stepped forward towards his foes. "No, really! In fact, I bets we could be usin' more o' dem screams! Wha'd you call 'em, Ezra?"

"Reactions shots!"

"Be sure to scream real loud," advised Gus.

Obeying, Brer Fox and Brer Bear started screaming for the camera.

"Good!" coached Phineas. "Now run around!"

"Just freak out!" called Ezra.

"Mo'! Mo'! Mo' terror!" urged Brer Rabbit.

Eventually, the two villains freaked out to the point of losing all control, and Brer Bear ended up beating Brer Fox over the head with his club. Repeatedly.

Ezra kept filming. "Gold."

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Meanwhile, the Boothill Boys had somehow gotten into the Mansion again, and were sneaking through the Corridor of Doors. Unlike during the day, everything was silent. Even ghosts need sleep, after all.

"Now," the first vulture said to his partner, "resist the urge to suck up a ghost. We're about to have our fill of the three most annoying hitchhikers in the world!"

"Can't I eat a pop-up ghost or something?" complained the other one. "They're everywhere!"

"Quiet! We've made it to the Seance Room, now don't mess this up!"

"What are you two doing here?" The vultures gasped and looked up to see Little Leota.

The first Boothill Boy tried to think of something to say. "Uh...would you believe we're here to fix a light on a Christmas tree?"

"Just here for a MIDNIGHT SNACK!" the second one whipped out a straw and managed to trap the startled ghost. Just as he was sucking her up, he took a hit to the head by a flying drum.

"How DARE you enter my domain and attempt to eat my daughter?" shouted an angry Madame Leota.

The Boothill Boy nervously spat Little Leota out. "I, uh, mistook her for a pop-up ghost." This got him another thump.

"Wrong thing to say," grumbled the first Boothill Boy, who got hit as well. "Hey, I wasn't the one trying to eat your kid! We came here because we need your help!"

"Why would I help you after you attempted to suck my child through a straw?"

"You make a good point," the vulture smiled nervously, "but please hear a pair of adorable birds out!"

Little Leota rolled her eyes. "Adorable?"

"We had a plush toy made once," squeaked the second vulture. "It looked nothing like us, but still..."

"Hmmph," said Leota. "I'll hear you out. But I doubt you'll make it out of the mansion with your heads."

The vultures felt something cold behind them, but they were too afraid to turn around. If they had, they would have seen an axe-welding Emily, the ghost bride.

"Leota and I don't like each other," she said softly, before her voice rose sharply, "BUT WE ALL HATE YOU!"

"Comforting," sighed one of the vultures.

Not wanting to lose his head, the other one spoke up. "Listen, we've been stalking the Hitchhiking Ghosts..."

On those words, everything in the room surged with pain. Madame Leota howled with pain and anguish. "Don't mention their vile names!"

"We hate them almost as much as you vultures!" moaned Emily.

"Really?" smiled the first Boothill Boy. "Then we're in luck. You see, there's nothing we'd like to do more than have the trio reside permanently in our stomachs..."

"We don't know how well ghosts digest," added the other one.

"...but they always fly away when we try to catch them!"

"A real sob story," grumbled Little Leota.

The first Boothill Boy plopped himself next to Madame Leota's crystal ball and tried to look as sweet as possible. "We were wondering if you had any methods to keeping them in one place."

"Well," admitted Madame Leota, "there is one way."

A green crystal appeared in front of them. "This a special ghost-catching crystal. It is small and solid now, but when it comes into contact with the plasm of a ghost, it grows and they are trapped inside!"

"Ripe for the feasting!" smiled Little Leota.

The second Boothill Boy snatched up the crystal. "Perfect! You could make a lotta money off of these babies!"

"Take it. Enjoy."

Giggling, the vultures stated to fly off, but bumped into a suit of armor before they got far. It came to life and chased them out.

"Hey!" squawked one of the vultures. "We were leaving!"

"Watch it, jerk!"

"I almost feel bad for the Hitchhikers," mused Emily after the vultures had left. "I mean, I hate them, but they've never tried to eat us."

"Yeah," said Little Leota, "and I just found a big problem with that crystal idea."

"Oh, I'm aware of the problem," said Madame Leota. "That's why this will all be so amusing. Let's watch."

Leota's face turned into the image of Tom Sawyer's Island. Her daughter and Emily gathered around to see what would happen next.