I do not own any of this Paranorman belongs to Laika and Sonic The Hedgehog belongs to Sega.


After their escape from Robotnik back at their house, Norman, Courtney, and Sonic were running past many other houses located in Norman's and Courtney's area of town. Of course, Sonic was maintaining his pace with them because if he went to his actual speed right now, they'd literally be eating his dust.

"Man, that robot was all bam! Bam! Bam! But it was no match for the blue blur. Did you guys see the twister I made? I thought it was going to blow up chunks of gears and bolts." Sonic really wished that they recorded it; how awesome would it be to watch him destroy the drone with that pan? He should honestly start smashing robots more often, it was fun.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this!" Courtney shouted in very clear sarcasm. "We're now on the run from that government whack job who wants to strap you down on some table and kill us in case you haven't noticed. But hey, just as long as your having a good time, it's fine!"

She had to stop in order to catch her breath, right along with gaining a clearer understanding of this whole, crazy situation she had unexpectedly found herself in. Coming to a slow stop in front of a small blue house, she and Norman took this moment to catch their breaths, while Sonic stood there casually scanning the sky for any of those drones that may be chasing after them.

After a few seconds, Courtney finally managed to catch her breath and as soon she did, she immediately snapped her head towards Sonic with an enraged look. "What the heck was that all about? Are you really the one who caused yesterday's blackout? If you are, then you owe me a huge apology for making me miss my favorite show!"

Sonic flinched back a bit from her sudden shouting, it literally came from absolute nowhere, beside him Norman is also cringing a bit for he is absolutely no stranger to Courtney's yells. It helps that she's a cheerleader, so she has plenty of practice on raising her voice in order to be heard.

"Y-yes. I accidentally created that blackout. I still don't know how I did it, but I think it had to do with me getting charged up like a battery. For all that's worth, I am deeply sorry for interrupting your show."

The apology didn't do anything to calm down Courtney in the slightest. Instead she narrows her eyes further, while leaning down to exactly his eye level. "Well thanks to you. I'm now wanted by the government. You know how hard it's going to be to get into a good college now? I'm probably not even going to get in the lowest rated college."

"My bad." Sonic replied in guilt as he placed his hand behind his head. "But it's not like you're the only one with problems here. I completely lost my rings."

Quickly turning her anger into confusion, Courtney quirked one eyebrow up as she got herself back up to her full height. "Rings? What are you planning a wedding or something?"

"No. They're how I travel around and I really need them now in order to get to the mushroom planet." Sonic explained, it was a short version sure, but after explaining the concept of the rings to that Ghost Girl yesterday, Sonic simply didn't feel like going into full detail again.

"Mushroom planet?" Norman questioned.

"It's a planet with a breathable atmosphere with only mushrooms you can talk to." Sonic explained while visibly cringing; he simply can't believe that he has to go there now that his cover on Earth is blown.

"Don't you have a spacecraft or something like that you can use instead?" Courtney didn't know much about aliens as she always thought that those Syfy stuff was too nerdy for her, but she did know that aliens usually rode around in spaceships.

"Only a few cultures use spacecraft to travel through the galaxy, but most use rings because it's much more safer." Sonic explained.

"So where are your rings right now?" Norman asked. He couldn't deny that all of this ring travel was very interesting; he also thought about what life would be like on that mushroom planet. A world where he could be alone without the worry of others looking down on him, it sounded like his kind of world.

"They're on the tall building, where giant gorillas like to climb on." Sonic answered.

Given that rather blunt information, there was only one place that came to his mind. "The Empire State Building. Your rings are in New York City."

Sonic nodded.

"How the hell did your rings end up all the way over there?" Courtney now asked.

"A ghost with lightning for hair came into my pad and attacked me; completely unprovoked, I must add." Sonic betted that right now; she was happily reading his entire comic book collection. He very well hoped that she wasn't messing up his arrangement; he very well liked having them in chronological order.

"A ghost?" Courtney repeated in disbelief. Great, now she had another person who saw nothing but thin air. This was just what she needed in her life right now.

Meanwhile, Norman didn't know what to make of the ghost Sonic described. He knew all the ghosts in town, and he had never seen a ghost like that one before; must be a new one or something.

"But anyway, I need your guys' help in order to get them back." He then suddenly stated, surprising them both even further.

"Excuse me?! Why should we, or most importantly I should help? We're wanted by the government because of you." Courtney snapped. Honestly she should ditch this guy right now for all the trouble he has caused her.

"Two reasons: I trust you guys and the far more bigger reason is that I don't even know where New York is, if I did. I would be over there in a millisecond." Sonic now gives them another pleading look in which Norman found himself getting completely drawn into as he now looked up to his sister.

"He really does need our help Courtney."

"Well what do you suggest we do then? I don't have a driver's permit, even if I did dad took the car so we can't even drive all the way over there even if I wanted to."

Oh man speaking of her dad. Courtney now thought on how much their parents are going to freak out once they learn she and Norman are now wanted by the government, that's not to mention what they're going to do once they see the current state of the kitchen all littered with bullet holes and a pile of scrap on the floor.

She is definitely going to get grounded for this.

"Actually Courtney. I think I do know someone who can drive us to New York, that is if he's up for it." Norman stated, it's definitely a long stretch and will most likely wouldn't work, but they might as well try.

"Who's that, exactly?" Courtney asked with a clear doubtful tone. "How could you possibly know someone with a driver's license?"

"Neil's brother. I haven't met him exactly, but I heard he's a very nice guy."

Courtney saw Neil around town from time to time again; if she remembered correctly, he was that very happy overweight kid. If anything, she guessed that his brother was probably some skinny nerd.

Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go see him." Sonic enthusiastically said; the more friends the merrier.


Neil's house sticks out quite a bit amongst the other houses on his block. This is mainly due to the fact that his lawn is adorned with various lawn decorations such as gnomes, funny cutouts, flamingos, and several amusing signs. As a result, it is safe to say that Neil's house is one of the most lively among all the other houses on the block.

Standing in front of the door, Norman rang the doorbell and waited patiently with Sonic tapping his foot on his left, while Courtney crossed her arms while deep in thought about how all of this was a huge waste of time on his right. They didn't have to wait for long, though, as the door soon opened up to reveal Neil, who immediately smiled brightly upon seeing Norman.

"Hi Norman! This is a wonderful surprise! What brings you here?"

"Well Neil. We're here to see your brother." Norman replied a bit shyly.

"Why's that?" Neil asked for it is a bit surprising.

"Well," Cocking his eyes towards Sonic's direction, the hedgehog raised his index finger to Neil. "What up?"

Despite the fact that there's a talking, blue hedgehog standing at his front door, Neil kept up his go-lucky smile as he raised his hand up. "Oh hello there. What's your name?"

"Name's Sonic. No mean to be prideful, but I'm the fastest thing alive." He boosted while proudly pointing both thumbs to himself.

"Sweet. Does this mean you can run all around town in seconds?" Neil eagerly asked for he never met someone with actual super speed before.

"You bet I can. In fact, I can go around town five times in just a matter of three seconds."

Clenching his fists together, Neil felt himself bouncing on the back of his feet. "Awesome!"

"Um Neil. Aren't you a bit weirded out that your talking to a talking blue hedgehog?" Norman questioned with a bit of a raised eyebrow for Neil is certainly taking this better than on how he did earlier.

"No. Besides he looks awesome." Neil honestly answered.

"Right back at you Curly Hair." Sonic winked.

Upon hearing the name, Neil is a bit confused. "Curly Hair?"

"Your hair's curly." Sonic simply replied with a shrug.

"Oh, that makes sense." Neil smiled.

"Hey Neil!" A voice called from inside the house. "Who's at the door?"

"Oh just some friends who want to see you Mitch." Neil happily called back, turning back to them he smiled as he waited patiently for Mitch to come.

Hearing his approaching footsteps, Courtney prepared herself to face the incoming nerd. She just knew that once he caught sight of her, he was going to go gaga over her; best to shut that down now before he got any ideas.

Appearing in the doorway; the hulking figure of Mitch stood behind Neil with a blank look. "Hello?"

Upon seeing his muscular arms, Courtney's eyes went wide with sparkles; her mouth hung open, and her body leaned forward slightly before she quickly composed herself and got all sweet, holding her hands together near the left side of her hips and producing a small, cute smile that she knew guys couldn't resist. "Oh, um. Hello there."

"Can I help you?" Looking closer at the guests, Mitch soon recognized Norman and pointed to him. "Hey, aren't you that kid who pretends to talk to ghosts just to get attention from everyone?"

Avoiding eye contact with him, Norman instead looked to the ground as he had already expected this, he gives him a nod. Mitch then looked over to Sonic who casually waved at him. "And aren't you a blue rat or something?"

"Hedgehog actually." Sonic corrected.

"Right. So, what brings you all here?" He asked, very curious as to what could have brought them all here. He hoped it wasn't to sell cookies; it was a rather big secret that he had a bit of an obsession with peanut butter flavored cookies.

"This might seem a bit out of the blue." Courtney began as she held the end of her ponytail with her eyes sparkling the more she looked at him. "But how about a little road trip to New York City."

At this sudden suggestion both Mitch and Neil can only give them all strange looks. "Say what now?" Mitch said.


Phasing out of her tree with the blue quill from that strange blue creature yesterday, clenched in her right hand. The ghost felt the sun shine into her eyes for the first time in about three hundred years, and while it would've been nice under any other circumstance. The ghost couldn't let herself get distracted by the wonderful feeling now, she has much more urgent business to attend to. Business that she has been waiting for ever since her untimely demise all those years ago.

Closing her eyes the ghost places her hand on the tree trunk, where she transfers her energy to create a swirling tornado of pure ghostly energy to transfer up to the sky and create a large storm. Through this storm she uses her powers to create a witch-like face to peer right out of the storm.

From this high vantage point, she easily spots her intended target: the old graveyard, the place where her accusers are buried in while trapped within their rotting bodies, just like they deserve.

Forming a jack-o'-lantern grin, she wasted no time in forming multiple glowing green hands to circle around her face before plunging them down like a speeding freight train. The hands at first snake themselves right past multiple graves until finally rising themselves up over each of her accusers graves. Then with frightening speeds, she slams the hands into the ground, creating multiple cracks that spread to every single one of their graves.

After doing this deed, the ghost didn't have to wait very long for their disgusting, rotting, old bodies to burst out of their graves with them moaning and groaning into the air. She especially took delight on watching that horrible judge slowly get himself up onto his feet, howling up into the sky in a ghastly way.

She could feel herself crackling in delight as now the fun can truly begin.


Alerted by the sound of thunder, Mr. Prenderghast rushed out of his house in fright as he frantically looked around for whatever was causing all this ruckus. When he finally looked up to the sky, he went completely stiff.

"What?! This can't be possible!? She shouldn't be up yet! It's not the anniversary of her death!" And he should know for as the current holder on keeping her asleep, he kept a very tight leash on what day it was. Heck even if it was today, it's not even anywhere close to sunset.

Prenderghast couldn't understand it, but it didn't take a genius to know that the town was in grave danger! He needed to do something right now, but what exactly? The story had always been told before she could even wake up; no one had ever done it while she was awake. He wasn't even sure if reading the book would even work right now - there was no doubt she would drown him out or do something worse.

Glancing over towards the graveyard, Prenderghast knew that the dead would soon be coming onto his property, all shuffling slowly toward his front door. Banging against it aggressively until it broke down, he could not even begin to imagine what would happen next.

He needed to do something quickly, but what? He tries in vain to think on the solution, until finally he rushes back into his house and slammed the door shut, where he then quickly barricaded it with all sorts of junk he had littered all throughout the hall.

After placing the last item down, Prenderghast couldn't help but smile at his handiwork; for there was no way now any of those zombies were going to get in here and feast on his brains.

Even if they did manage to get into the house, he'll just hit them as hard as he can with the book before making a run for it, possibly way out of town as this place is going to be history anyway.

Racing into his study with his plan of action ready. Prenderghast is fully prepared to split out of town if it came down to it, this town has never done anything for him after the many years of him protecting it. Instead all they did is treat him like a crazy, creep who is always looked down on or cursed at to get out of an area. He couldn't even remember the last time he entered the grocery store, the last time he went in the manager had one of his employees to chase him out with a broom.

He has a slight suspicion that it has something to do with the way he was dressed, but still, it's pretty rude to chase someone out of the store with a broom. Now he's forced to either pick from the garbage or his own vegetable patch; the second option is way better for him than the trash because he knows some of the stuff he ate from there wasn't doing any good for his heart.

Speaking of which, he hoped that all of this excitement wasn't going to-!

Suddenly a terrible pain strikes him in the chest like a bolt of electricity. Clenching it with a terrible wheeze escaping him, Prenderghast could barely breath as he felt all of his muscles tense up as if he were the Tin Man from the Wizard Of Oz.

Releasing a pitiful sound of a dying man, Prenderghast collapsed onto the floor with a thud that shook the floorboards. His body lay still, and his life seemed to fall away in an instant. He was completely alone, with only his ghost for company as it rose out from his body.

Doing a couple of somersaults from the sudden freedom, Prenderghast finally manages to right himself up. He takes a couple of looks around before finally casting his gaze down on his own motionless body. "Aw dang it! Well, I hope those zombies like the taste of my cold corpse when they get here."

That being said, what was he supposed to do now? Obviously, he couldn't pass down his duty now with the witch fully up. The only thing left to do for him was try to pass on. But not before doing one last thing. "Prepare yourself, grocery store manager. I'll teach you to send your crazed employees after me with a broom."

Now crackling into laughter like some craze lunatic. Prenderghast races for the grocery store before the witch gets there first with her army of the undead.