It was another day. Casper was about to start his day.

"Ey, Casper! Get ova' 'ere and make the meal, will ya?!" Shouted Stretch.

Casper went downstairs so he could do his usual morning chores. As the Trio were waiting, Stretch started to feel something. He was thinking about his nephew. He knew that something was wrong with him as he was acting strange past a couple days. His brothers noticed him.

"Is there somethin' wrong?" Asked Fatso confusely.

"It's about Casper. Somethin's wrong with 'im." Admitted Stretch. His brothers had no idea what he was talking about.

"Waddya mean? He seems fine to me." Said Stinkie. Though, Stretch felt that there was more than that.

"I don't know... I just have a feeling."

Soon after, Casper returned with the breakfast. He had a friendly smile on his face, much to his uncles' skepticism. Though, they dismissed it and started eating their breakfast. The young ghost started to wonder if his uncles were actually awared of his strange behavior two days ago. He still didn't wanted to tell them about the bullies.

"So... Did you slept well?" Asked Casper in a friendly manner, trying to lighten the mood. The Trio looked at him.

"What kind of question is this, Bulbhead?" Asked Stretch, raising his eyelid.

"I was dreaming of skunks!" Appointed Stinkie proudly.

"And I was dreaming... well... of food!" Said Fatso. Stretch rolled his eyes by his brothers's stupidity.

"Ya should get ready for school, ya know?" Reminded Stretch. Casper nodded.

After he was done with everything, Casper went to school. He believed everything would be better. His mind was focusing of the school day he had.

Casper just finished the school day and was wandering through the hallway, lost in thoughts. The memories of the bullies got him but he quickly shook his head to be in reality again.

He was soon heading home when suddenly, he saw the teenagers floating around the streets. Casper tried to get rid of them by taking a different path.

The teens were chatting among themselves. Astrid then saw Casper going to the alley and signaled her friends to follow him quietly.

Casper entered the alley hoping he had lost the bullies. When he was about to relax himself of relief, the teenagers appeared right behind him.

"You thought you could escape us, little ghost?" Asked Astrid meanly. Casper turned around and saw them.

"But, how...?" Without waiting for a response, Astrid slapped him in the face.

Torquil and Shade got closer to Casper with the latter backing away slowly.

"W-What do you want from me..?" Casper asked nervously.

"Don't worry, we will go easy on you..." Said Torquil darkly.

Casper returned home, apparently bruised. The bullies had beaten him up and left him like that. He was now finding a way to enter the manor without his uncles noticing him. He finally came up with an idea. The little ghost flew up to his room window and passed through it. Casper then had to find something that would cover his bruises by searching his room. He found the bucket with white paint. Casper was able to paint himself to cover the bruises. After that, he went downstairs to see his uncles. They were surprised to see him but thankfully, they didn't noticed the paint.

"Where did ya appeared, Short-Sheet?" Asked Stretch in disbelief.

"Uh, I just floated down from the sky!" Said Casper, not wanting to reveal the truth about his injuries.

"Then how come we didn't heard the door, ey?" Asked Stinkie, slyly.

"I entered through my room." Explained Casper.

"So ya managed to take a shortcut instead of entering through the door, isn't it, Short-Sheet?" Said Fatso meanly. Casper smiled nervously before Stretch broke the silence.

"If ya done talking nonsense, Bulbhead, then start doin' yer chores already." Said Stretch sternly.

Casper nodded and started doing his chores as the Trio were silent. They knew something was wrong with him. Casper wouldn't had entered through his room in this state. They had wondered if their nephew was hiding something from them. They speculated that something happened at school, though they dismissed the idea as Casper wouldn't get so much trouble at school, other than not wanting to scare. What if someone actually picked on him? That's what they were thinking. As Casper was floating around the living room, the paint covering his bruises began to peel off. Casper panicked as he realized the gravity of the situation and quickly flew to his room. The Trio noticed him and exchanged confusion looks. Stretch got up and floated to the door of his nephew's bedroom. Inside the bedroom, Casper quickly painted himself.

"Casper! Open this door right now!" Shouted Stretch, who demanded answers for this behavior.

"Go away, Uncle Stretch. I'm busy" Casper said from inside, as he didn't wanted to see his uncle.

"How are ya busy?! Are ya afraid ta face me, Bulbhead?" Asked Stretch mockingly. Casper remained silent. Stretch, his patience wore thin, opened the door and entered in. Casper had just painted himself in time.

"Why did ya run in here? Ya can't abandon yer chores like that." Stretch glared at his nephew darkly.

The little ghost was unsure of what to respond as he clearly saw the look of his uncle's face.

"I... I just needed some... privacy." Casper gave the answer uncertainly. But the older ghost leaned in closer, with a much more serious and dark expression.

"Ya think I'm stupid, Short-Sheet? Ya think ya can fool me with yer lies?"

Casper was lost in a world of decisions. He couldn't decided whether he would tell his uncle the truth or not. But since he couldn't make his uncle wait for so long, he had to tell him. Then, the little ghost decided to do something he had never done it before. As he was overwhelmed by frustation and fear, Casper finally snapped.

"Just go away and leave me alone!" Cried Casper, his voice trembling with anger.

Stretch was shocked about what Casper had just said. He never stood up to him nor his brothers before. In a fit of anger, the older ghost slapped across his nephew's face.

"Ya don't talk ta me like that, Bulbhead!" Scolded Stretch.

The little ghost recoiled from the force of blow, his cheek stinging in pain. Just then, Stretch noticed the paint in his palm, his expression changed from anger to confusion. He examined his nephew's face closely. Realizing the truth behind the paint, he morphed his hand into a fan to remove the paint from Casper, revealing the bruises.

"Where did ya get those bruises?" He asked shockingly. Casper tried to explain but Stretch dismissed it.

"Fatso! Stinkie! Get ya asses ova' 'ere!" Shouted Stretch.

Fatso and Stinkie appeared. Stretch showed his brothers their injured nephew, much to his brothers' shock.

"Go get that ointment! NOW!" Commanded Stretch and the two ghosts left quickly to get the item.

Casper was being treated by Stretch.

"Why didn't ya told me about this, Casper?" Asked Stretch.

"I didn't want to bother anyone. It's not that serious. Lied Casper.

Stretch knew that his nephew was lying. The bruises were the proof that something really happened to him. The older ghost questioned himself if his nephew got beaten up by someone.

"Casper... What really happened?" Stretch asked curiously and calmly as he didn't wanted to scare his nephew.

Casper explained he tripped and fell. Stretch remembered he had told it before and was not fooled by this response.

"Really, Uncle Stretch, it's just a clumsy mistake." The little ghost convinced nervously.

Stretch only stared at his nephew with a not-so impressed face.

"Yer ridiculous, Bulbhead."

After he was done treating Casper's bruises, Stretch was still mocking his nephew.

"Just a clumsy mistake, eh? Make sure ya come up with a better story next time, Bulbhead." Stretch chuckled as he was leaving Casper alone.

The little ghost felt like it was his fault for not telling his uncles sooner. He went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. His face was slowly healing from the bruises.

"I guess I become a laughing stock, isn't it?" Casper stated to himself.

He lost his confidence as he believed his hope was lost.