As the day went on, the Ghostly Trio sat in the living room. Baby Casper was playing on the floor. Stretch admitted that he wasn't replacing anyone's dad. They had wondered what would be their youngest brother's, J.T, reaction would be if he had found about that, if he was still here. They speculated that he wouldn't be thrilled if Casper saw Stretch as a dad more than him. They didn't know what else to do for baby Casper. They would be extremely bored if they would just sit and wait for Casper to transform back. And baby Casper couldn't take care of himself.
Just then, Fatso broke the atmosphere.
"Is it lunchtime, yet?" He asked curiously.
Stretch raised his finger and was about to say something. However, he remained silent before he changed his mind.
"You know what? Ya actually gave me another idea."
He thought that baby Casper would be hungry so they brought him to the kitchen. However, they had no idea of what to feed him.
"What do baby ghosts eat?" Asked Fatso while scratching his head behind.
Stretch was unsure of what to respond.
"Well... Give anything to see his reaction." Suggested the tall ghost.
Fatso was thinking for a moment. He opened the fridge to find the "proper" food for him. He searched until he found a plate of spaghetti.
"How about spaghetti!" Fatso put the plate on the table and offered a spoon to the baby. Instead, baby Casper turned his head away from it.
"Come on"
Fatso tried one more but the baby ghost still refused. He knocked the plate on Fatso's face. Realizing he didn't want spaghetti, Stinkie took out another plate. This plate contained ribs, lettuce and carrots.
"Eh... How 'bout some ribs?" Stinkie asked nervously.
He put one rib into the baby's mouth. The smelly ghost thought he liked it but baby Casper spit it out and knocked the plate to floor, raising his voice in frustation. Stretch saw the situation and consulted the book until he found something.
"Here's an interesting fact." Spoke up the tall ghost. "Babies can't chew."
Fatso and Stinkie were confused about this information.
"What do you mean they can't chew?" The large ghost asked.
"It means, babies don't have teeth yet and they can't chew solid foods." Explained Stretch.
They looked at baby Casper. He opened his mouth happily and they saw he only had one tooth.
"Well, he has a tooth. Does that count?" Asked Stinkie.
"No, he needs more teeth. He can't eat foods like that!" Appointed Stretch.
Stretch then thought of something. He told his brothers to watch over him as he left to get something. Just as the eldest ghost left, baby Casper started crying. Fatso and Stinkie were taken a back.
"Hey hey, what is it now?" Asked Stinkie.
"Dada!" Sobbed baby Casper. The two ghosts realized he was crying for Stretch who had left.
"It's okay. Your "Dada" will come back!" Fatso assured nervously.
Baby Casper was still crying and their attempts were futile. They had disappointing looks on their faces as they realized he really thinked Stretch as his dad.
Just as when Stretch came back, he saw the whole thing. He was holding a jar of jelly.
"What's goin' on here?" Stretch asked confusely. His brothers explained what happened and baby Casper stopped from crying when he heard Stretch.
Stretch opened the jar and offered a spoon to Casper.
"How about this?"
"Jewy!" Said baby Casper in excitement.
Stretch fed baby Casper the jelly, much to the baby's like of the taste. The baby then took the jar and ate the whole jelly, much to the Trio's surprise. Stretch took a tissue and cleaned the baby's face from the remaining jelly.
Later, the ghosts gathered in the living room. Suddenly, a foul stench filled the air of the living room, causing Stretch and Fatso to cover their noses. Stinkie was unaffected by the smell.
"What's with the smell?" Stretch asked in confusion and was a bit disgusted by the smell.
He and Fatso turn on Stinkie, who had a surprise face.
"If ya think it was me, ya wrong. It's from Casper." Said Stinkie while pointing at baby Casper.
Stretch was skeptical and approached his baby nephew, who looked up innocently. The tall ghost inspected him closely, sniffled a bit then quickly covered his nose again as he realized the truth.
"Oh boy, it's really him. His diaper must be dirty."
Stretch consulted the book again and found the problem.
"Babies need their diapers changed if they're dirty." Explained Stretch. Fatso and Stinkie had unsure looks as they didn't had any diaper in their home.
"And where are we gonna get one?" Asked Fatso.
Stretch thinked for a moment and told his brothers to watch over baby Casper as he was going to get some diapers and vanished. Fatso and Stinkie remained with baby Casper. Fatso still had an irritated face because of the smell, while Stinkie looked relaxed as the smell didn't even bothered him.
"This smell is kinda cool." Said Stinkie relieved. Fatso, however, was the opposite.
"Well say that to yourself, ya smelly lover." Said Fatso, grimacing.
Stretch reappeared just in, holding a bundle of diapers.
"Who's gonna do it?" Asked Stretch as he put down the diapers.
Stinkie and Fatso exchanged hesitant looks before Stretch decided.
"Stinkie, you love anything smelly. You should do it." He handed a clean diaper to Stinkie.
"Do I really have to do it?"
"Well, babies can't live with smelly and dirty diapers, so yeah." Explained Stretch.
Stinkie took off the dirty diaper from baby Casper and hold it, staring at it.
"Can I keep it then?" Asked Stinkie excitedly.
"No." Said Stretch sternly.
Stinkie was disappointed and put the dirty one away. However, he didn't know how to put a diaper on a baby. He tried to put the clean diaper on baby Casper but he ended up wrapping him in it.
"Oopsie daisy!" Said Stinkie sheepishly.
"Let me try."
Fatso took the diaper and also attempted to put the diaper. He also didn't know how to put the diaper. Instead, he put the diaper on Casper's head.
"That didn't worked."
"Let me do it, ya idiots."
Stretch decided to take measures and he properly put the diaper on baby Casper, much to his brothers' annoyance.
"Well, aren't ya the expert all of a sudden?" Commented Stinkie meanly.
"Didn't ya hate babies?" Asked Fatso rudely.
"Casper is different than the other babies. He's just..." Stretch looked at his baby nephew, who was squeaking softly. The older ghost was staring at him in an affectionate way. He felt like he was about to cry of joy. He sniffled a bit.
"You cryin', bro?" Fatso interrupted the moment, prompting Stretch to fix his face and remain composed.
"No, I'm fine. Something got me in the eye." Assured Stretch.
Fatso and Stinkie looked skeptically but they believed him.