At dinner everyone remained quiet as they ate. Everyone except Carrigan and Dibs that is! "Augh, this is the worst crap I've ever eaten!" Carrigan's voice roared over the table.
"You've eaten crap?" Stinkie grinned widely as he stared at her with an eyebrow raised.
"Explains' why she's full of shit!" Stretch added and the Trio burst out into laughter as they played on Carrigan's words. Carrigan just rolled her eyes as she ignored them and continued on with her ramblings.
"Next time I'm just going to have Dibs make it. Why'd I even think that someone who's dead would know how to cook in the first place..? Those dead heads don't even have any taste!" Throwing a hand up in the air Carrigan groaned and continued to eat.
"Of course we do! I'm spicy.." Rolling his tongue he growled while wiggling his eyebrows at Ghastly.
"I'm Sour!" Stinkie belched loudly releasing his fumes over the dinner table. This caused Dibs to hit the floor as his chair fell apart underneath him. Which was good for him in any account as he tried to avoid the horrific breath.
"I'm Ginger...!" Turning into Geri from the Spice Girls, Fatso posed and winked at the group at the table.
"No wonder you parted ways!" Turning his head into a hammer Stretch slammed down onto Fatso's head, which in turn flattened Fatso to the ground. Melle covered her mouth and laughed as she watched them all act out. Kat and Dr. Harvey actually hadn't minded that the Trio acted up for once. Having had their home stormed into by Carrigan wasn't one of the best things that ever happened to them. In fact, it just might've been one of thee most annoying. It bothered them how she just threw her weight around and pushed into things that they wanted to do or needed to get done. Carrigan just proceeded to watch unamusedly at the Trio and everyone there. She knew they didn't want her there, but the fact of it was, she didn't want to be there either. All she wanted was to get that machine and ingredients, then get the heck out of there in a flash. After all she hated this house and once she got what she wanted it'd be gone anyways. There wouldn't be any need to keep it standing. Slowly her eyes drifted to her daughter as she watched her pick at her food rather than eating it. It appeared as if something had been on her mind. Being nosy she pondered just what it could be. Being ignorant about others feelings she just safely assumed that it was about school.
In all reality Melle was rather focused on having found out that Boomer had turned out to be Stinkie in disguise. Shifting her eyes from her plate to the smelly spook she sighed heavily. The Trio noticed that she'd started eying them down. "What y'gotta problem blood bag?" Stretch sneered and narrowed his eyes at her. Melle quickly waved her hands and shook her head. She really wasn't in the mood to start a fight with Stretch over this.
"What? Isn't she allowed to look? Or are you just trying to warn her, because when people look at you, their eyeballs melt..." Ghastly's arms folded over her chest as she approached Stretch swiftly. Both Fatso and Stinkie moved out of the pairs way. Stinkie moved behind Ghastly while Fatso moved just off to the side.
"Heh.." Stretch grinned at her as he leaned in close. "Baby, I hope you melt completely when y'look at me.." Wiggling his eyebrows he slowly smirked.
"The only thing that melts in a bit will be the ice cream that I'll throw at your head!" Growling Ghastly bunched up her fists and narrowed her eyes at the teasing spook. Oh how he ticked her off with his little come backs! What'd he do study a book on them or something?!
"Daw, Dat's nice of ya's, but I'm cool enough! Feel free ta pour ya sugar on me though, sweety...!" A smug grin formed as he ran his finger under her chin. It appeared to have taken her by surprise that is until the whole mood was interrupted by Fatso.
"Pour some...sugar on meee! C'mon an' fire me up!" Fatso blared out the lyrics as he dressed up in a blond wig, a soft blue jacket and some dark blue jeans. Everyone at the table paused and stared at the ghost while he made a fool out of himself. Roaring out in anger Stretch slowly bubbled over completely in red as he found himself wham-whacking Fatso straight through the wall.
"...Hrmpf, At least that would make your sour attitude a bit sweeter, Asshole..!" Abigail who had snapped out of it hissed through her teeth. Her words were almost like venom, the look on her face so dangerous. Which was basically everything that Stretch loved about her. Her wits easily rivaled his own and he liked a good competition with a pretty girl...! At least this dame had some sort of class going for her. That's about the only thing that allowed him to tolerate her living in his domain and getting her say about what happened with the fleshie. Still he made himself known as well to her, that he wasn't afraid to push her buttons right on back, even if it meant to the extremes!
"I guess if I'm dat sour, you'd bettuh pucker up an' gimmie dat...sugar..." Stretch's eyes narrowed slyly as he gently touched her face. When she'd been so focused and taken off guard he teased her even more. In an instant he'd kissed her deeply on her lips. It lasted only for a few moments as Ghastly groaned in disgust. Winding back her arm she plowed her elbow into Stinkie's gut and sent him tumbling across the table. The second her fist jolted forward it plowed directly into Stretch's nose, sending the spook soaring into the direction that Fatso had earlier been tossed. Floating there for a few more moments Ghastly finally screamed at the top of her lungs before she floated off. When Stinkie finally opened his eyes they'd be met with Melle's as they gazed down at him worriedly. A faint turning started in the smelly ghosts belly as he swallowed and couldn't help but be captivated by those eyes. Despite there being no blood in his body his cheeks quickly filled up red.
"A..ah... S-sorry about yer meal...I .. DOH! What am I...? ..UH..UH...! "Belching into Melle's face he cried out as he squirmed and darted off after his brothers. "STREEEEEETCCH!!" the ghosts voice sounded strained with confusion. Melle just silently stared after him as she waved the stench out of her face and sighed gently. What could've crossed through that ghosts mind..? Thinking on it a moment she just grinned and giggled to herself getting to her feet. It charmed her to know that he apologized for what he did! How coy it was of him to belch into her face so she wouldn't notice him as he blushed. All of this furthered her view on him and how he felt about her for real! Well, at least she hoped that it furthered it... There just still wasn't any way to be sure! Still she was rather pleased with herself as she wandered on up to her room for the night.
"Well now.." Dibs chuckled and continued to eat. "That was rather entertaining...! I haven't watched something like that since that Melrose Place stopped showing..!" Everyone left in turn irked their eyebrows at him. Kat and Dr. Harvey just rolled their eyes and excused themselves from the table just to avoid the awkward situation that had started. Casper also followed after Kat as he wanted to keep a close eye on her. Not to mention they still needed to look for the next clue to the Lazarus. They were both determined to find it now before Carrigan could! Then they'd use it to bring him back to life in which case he'd be the soul owner to Whipstaff, the rightful owner and Carrigan would have to forfeit her claim. Well that's what he hoped for anyways! He figured that Dr. Harvey would be able to help with the in betweens so long as they could get it to work! All Casper wanted at this point was Carrigan out of his home, out of his father's room and to leave his father's inventions alone! It tormented him to think what that witch could be doing to the stuff his father had left behind in his room, that or his mother's things! What if she started tossing them all out?! What if she ruined something that was of his family's...? These thoughts alone almost caused him to cry again. From time to time he checked in on the room to further inspect and monitor the situation as it unfolded. Quietly he'd watch as she used one of his father's priceless sculptures as an ashtray.
"I can't let this continue! I'd hate to be rude, but, I have to get her out of this house!" Casper narrowed his eyes determined to find that next clue. Swiftly he twisted and turned until he found Kat where he had left her."Hey! Did you find anything yet?" With hope filled eyes Casper inched closer to the girl. His heart, in a matter of speaking, raced as he longed to hear her say that she had. His gut turned and twisted as he felt nervous but as he approached and she looked at him it was all too clear what the answer was. A frown appeared on the boys face as he floated down next to her in a seated position. "I don't get it...! We've searched EVERYWHERE for it...! Heh, and that's a LOT of stairs..." Tapping his fingers on his knees Casper sighed.
"Casper, can I see the clues again...?" Kat looked at him oddly for a minute as she held out her hand for the paper. Getting it she looked over the clues and laughed lightly and rolled her eyes. How could Casper not get this, it was so obvious...! "Casper... It was under.. STARES... as in... I'm staring at you..."
"WHAT? Lemme see!" Snatching back the paper Casper smacked his forehead. "I can't believe it! I guess it was pretty obvious huh...?" Feeling rather embarrassed Casper looked towards Kat who just smiled and shrugged at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh about it already..!" Smiling Casper floated upwards and looked around. "So we're looking for a picture...but what one...? We have a lot of those around Whipstaff as well..." Tapping his cheek Casper looked to Kat and blinked. "Why don't you take that hall, and I'll take this one...! We're bound to find it..!"
"Sounds like a plan..!" Smiling Kat turned and went down the hall determined to find the 'stares'. Walking down the hall she glanced from picture to picture. They all seemed as if they stared at something. An annoyed look placed on her face as she leaned up against one of the walls. It was then and only then that it had occurred to her the paintings stared at each other. Quirking her eyebrows she walked back down the hall to where the stares had started. The hairs on her neck slowly stood on end as she became creeped out by how they looked at each other. Not to be rude, but, in her mind Casper's father had some REALLY odd taste in designs and art pieces. As she followed the stares everything felt eerier as she furthered down the hall. It started to feel as if the painting stared at her. With her eyes widened she realized, it wasn't her imagination, they were staring at her! With heavy breathing from being so scared Kat slowly stepped off to the side of the carpet that trailed down the hall. "Please, please, let it be here..." Carefully she inched herself down to her knees, her eyes ever watchful to her surroundings as she peered under the carpet. Sure enough a small piece of paper layed there with the next clue. Sighing with relief Kat raced down that hall in a flash. "CASPER! CASPER!!" Her voice strained with a hint of fear called out to him.
When Kat reached the end of the hall she looked around desperately for him. Placing his hand on Kat's shoulder Casper cried out, "What, what is it?!" Kat in turned screamed and jumped back. Closing her eyes she placed her hand over her chest and sunk to the ground. "Kat?"
"DON'T...do that again!" Sighing with relief that it wasn't something else she handed him the clue. "I found it under the rug down the hall. THAT hall... needs to be redecorated... SERIOUSLY...!" Huffing and puffing Kat shook her head and started for her bedroom. She had MORE than enough excitement and terror for one night.
"Really...? I always found it kind of neat! Heh, I wonder why I hadn't thought of it before...?" Blinking Casper touched the edge of his lip and proceeded to follow after Kat. "HEY! WAIT UP!!" Little did either of them know they were being watched closely by Carrigan who smirked. She wondered just what they searched for. Well there was more than one way to skin a, Kat, she'd figure out what they were after.
Meanwhile in the Ghostly Trio's room things had started getting a little tense between them and the new guy. "Would you stop that crunching!? I'm trying to read...and it's ruining my concentration.." Dibs stated firmly as he turned his glance back at the book in his hands. In turn Fatso crunched louder and harder on his chips, making it grotesque even as he smacked his lips together and exposed the food. "Bloody Dreadful! At least we know what killed you!" Dibs angrily placed some ear plugs into his ears.
"Oh really?" A big smirk formed on Stretch's face as he puffed his cigar smoke right into the fleshies eyes.
"WAAAH!! Oh BUGGER THAT BURNS!!" Dropping his book Dibs grabbed his eyes and started rubbing them. Attempt after attempt failed to get the stingy fumes out of them as he coughed. Well he'd show them! Quickly he pulled down his sleeping visor so his eyes would no longer be effected. "Now listen here! I've got something to say about all this and - !"
"OH?? Well here's what -I- think about dat!" Stinkie grinned evilly as he bent over and blasted out a horribly putrid smelling green fart in the direction of Dibs. Immediately Dibs expression changed from completely terrified to nauseated in seconds. By the time he covered his mouth he'd passed out on the floor.
"Dawwww, He's out like a baby! Shall we tuck him into his little beddy weddy...?" Fatso grinned evilly as he looked between his brothers.
"SURE! We're supposed ta make dis like a sleep over! Dey nevuh defined WHERE the "sleep over" had t'take place..." Growing devil horns Stretch pulled his brothers in together and grinned evilly now himself.
"Heheeh... It'll be a SCREAM when he wakes up...!" With a Mischievous grin Stinkie joined in on the fun with his brothers as they plotted against poor Dibs. Hey, they couldn't help it! Whenever they got a new toy they ALWAYS played with it...!