Angelica's Ballet

"I really think you should get this roof looked at, Stu," Drew said as the brothers looked over his roof. "You wouldn't want dryrot."

"I know," Stu said; while he was positive everything was fine he knew his brother was just trying to help him out. "But let's just get the tiles on now; there is supposed to be rain later this afternoon and I don't want to leave any holes in the roof." He looked down and waved at the kids; Angelica was having them dance with her, Tommy and his friends really getting into it. Didi had brought out a boombox and was playing different songs for the kids to dance to. They were putting different clothing on and spinning about and wiggling… Angelica had called it 'her ballet'. Even Dil was getting involved, bouncing up and down in his baby bouncer.

"Okay but please call my guy, okay? He does great work and it's at a fair price. I'll get you his number later… in fact he might be a good person to talk to about the addition you want to add on."

"I promise, I will," Stu assured him.

"By the way, where is dad?"

"Our cousin Steve called him. Said they were also having problems with their house and asked Pop to have a look."

~MC~MC~MC~

"They're he-ere," Carol said, pressing her hands to the staticy TV.

"Good!" Lou said, rolling up his sleeve. "I'm tired of waitin'! I gots three grandkids at home I should be teachin' how ta take out spooky spooks like these fellas! Angelica gettin' real good at stakin' vampires and Tommy's aim is getting' better with the crossbow but I need ta work on Dil's arm strength! No grandson of mine is gettin' upstaged by a Slayer!" He reached forward, hand passing through the TV, and he rooted around a bit before he pulled out a ghostly spirit. "Now you listen here! What seems ta be the problem?"

"They moved the stones… but not the graves…" the ghost moaned.

Lou blinked. "Why that no good builder!" He grumbled at that. "Listen, I get that you're upset that snake-oil salesman desecrated your graves like that. But ya don't help matters by tormentin' these innocent people! Ya should be workin' with'em! I say we find that no good varmint and we haunt HIM. Then you and my Cousin Steve work out a way ta share the house…"

"I… guess we could do that," the lead ghost said. "Honestly makes sense."

"Darn tootin'!"

Steve raised his hand. "So, what NFL team do you root for?"

"You'd think the Red Skins but ironically we actually like the 49ers."

"Hey! So do I! I got a brand new dish… get all the sports channels."

The native American ghost grinned at that. "I think this can work!"

Carol giggled as some ghostly children began to play with her while Steve's wife discussed corn bread recipes with the wife of Steve's new best friend.