Okay, another one I don't really have much to say about. Kenny's song is pretty good though, and that's coming from someone who doesn't normally listen to country music.
At least we're finally getting some character development in this episode. Okay, cue theme song!
Stretch, Stinkie, & Fatso: Muahahahahahaaaa!
Molly: Can't believe you're all mine
Fatso: Uh, what?
Molly: You and me for all time
Stretch: No way!
Molly: I'm never, ever, EVER gonna be alone again
Stinkie: This stinks!
Molly: It's just you three and me
Fatso: For all eternity?!
Molly: For all ETERNITY!
Stretch, Stinkie, & Fatso: NOOOO!
Molly & Ghostly Trio: It's the Ghost-Ghostly Trio and Molly McGee
Fatso: We've been cursed!
Stinkie: It's the worst!
Molly: Now you're stuck with me
Molly & Ghostly Trio: We're never gonna be apart
Stretch: Is there a way to hit 'restart'?
Molly: Nope!
Molly & Ghostly Trio: We're the Ghost-Ghostly Trio and Molly McGee
Molly: That's me!
Stinkie: Well, that's she. Hee, hee, hee!
Molly & Ghostly Trio: Ghostly Trio and Molly McGee!
Fatso: Oh yeah!
Chapter 6
Star-Stuck
Molly should have been content. After spending a huge amount of time and money, the Brighton bandshell was finally rebuilt and Brighton was one step closer to complete enhappification. Everything worked out exactly how she hoped it would. She thought she accounted for every little detail…and in doing so, ignored the big, obvious one: who would play the bandshell at its opening night.
So, the day after the bandshell's construction, Molly and her family wasted no time holding auditions for singers, dancers, and any other kinds of entertainment (except magicians; Molly refused to associate with those).
And because the McGees wanted Opening Night to be a success, and because their knowledge on previous concerts held in Brighton was slim, they invited Patty from the nursing home to sit in on the auditions with them. She was the closest thing they had to an expert on what "the ideal performance" looked like, after all.
The Ghostly Trio had tagged along, too, against their will, of course. One of these days, they told themselves, they'd break that whole "eternal attachment" curse, because even though they were starting to get used to Molly and her antics, they couldn't stand being forced into all of these dopey charity events. "Forever friends" or not, they had a responsibility to keep Brighton in a state of misery. And if the Ghost Council learned that they were not only not doing their job to lower the town's happiness levels but actively trying to do the opposite by raising them, there'd be serious consequences. At the same time, though, it's not like any other ghosts would find out…right?
In any case, the Trio decided to do what Molly would and look on the bright side: at least these auditions would give them a chance to practice their heckling skills.
At around noon, the first auditionees showed up, some sort of barbershop quartet.
"My dear Doreen," they sang. "My dear Doreen. She stole my spleen-"
"Nope!" Patty interrupted, not bothering to let them finish.
"Sheesh," Stretch said. "If those are the only barbers you can go to in this town, I'm glad we don't got hair!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he and his brothers laughed.
Next up was a trio of women who all played the same instrument: the triangle.
"Pass!" Patty refused.
"How ironic," Fatso noted. "Three triangles played by three squares!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
After that was an old woman and her dog choir.
"Hard pass!" Patty rejected, making the dogs whimper.
"If those is dogs, then why do they sound like dyin' cats?" Stinkie joked.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Finally, a little boy came up on stage with a bassoon. He played a few sour notes before Patty started booing him.
"Get off the stage!"
"Okay, thank you!" Molly cut her off. "That was…that was really something. We'll be in touch. Don't call us, we'll call you."
The boy hung his head, prompting Sharon to stand up and clap out of politeness.
"Yeah," Stretch snickered. "We'll call ya, all right. Call ya all kinds of names!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Fed up with their rude behavior, Sharon grabbed all three ghosts and tied them in a knot.
"Hey, check it out!" Fatso exclaimed. "We're an undead balloon animal!"
"Aw, shuddup!" Stretch yelled.
"I didn't think all of those acts were bad." Pete said with a shrug. He then noticed Darryl dancing in his seat, his head covered up by his hoodie.
"And Darryl clearly liked it, right Darryl?"
Darryl removed his hood, revealing he had ear buds in.
"Huh? Oh! Sorry. I was listening to Atomic Pink." he showed the others his phone screen, which displayed a woman with pink hair. "Didn't hear any of that."
Molly stood up. "Look, those acts were fine, but is 'fine' really good enough for the first concert in Brighton's new-and-improved bandshell?"
"No!" Patty slammed her cane on the ground. "We need somethin' that'll rock this town!" she shook her rear.
"Exactly!" Molly hugged her. "And I know just who can do it…Kenny Star!"
"Who's Kenny Star?" Sharon wondered aloud.
The second the question was asked, the family was back at their house in Molly's attic. Molly pulled down a projector screen to show her parents and the Trio, while Darryl continued bopping to Atomic Pink in the corner. On the screen was a man with shaggy blonde hair and a black cowboy hat.
"Kenny Star is Brighton's biggest celebrity!" Molly explained with a big smile. "Well, technically he was born in Tuscaloosa, but his great-great grandmother's second cousin once removed did summer school here, which means Kenny's basically a Brightonian!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Stretch intervened. "How long has this projector been here?"
"How long is this lousy presentation?" Stinkie asked.
"How long do we have to wait for lunch?" Fatso chimed in.
"Save all questions until the end!" Molly grabbed the Trio and moved them away from the screen. "Now watch this!"
Molly pressed a button on a remote and the projector started to play a music video depicting Kenny Star being shot out of a cannon painted like the American flag. After playing a few chords on his guitar, Kenny was caught by his pet eagle, Stripes, and flown to Mount Rushmore, where George Washington's face was replaced with his own and Abraham Lincoln's with Stripes'. Stripes then accompanied Kenny on drums.
I'm just a red-blooded, hard-workin' regular guy
Don't need no caviar, just give me burgers and fries
I ain't ever shopped on Rodeo Drive
I'm just an ordinary guy
I'm just a sports-lovin', truck-drivin' average dude
I'm just an ordinary guy
Work in a cubicle
Ordinary guy
I drive a soccer carpool
Ordinary guy
"Just like me!" Pete said when the video ended.
"No!" Sharon disagreed. "Nothing like you! Never trust a musician! They'll listen to your self-produced demo tapes, promise to make you a star, then leave you standing in the rain with an acoustic guitar and a suitcase full of BROKEN DREAMS!"
Pete slinked down uncomfortably.
"Uh…whaaaat?"
"Get real, bone bags!" Stretch scoffed. "This is a huge celebrity we're talkin' about!"
"Yeah, he ain't ever gonna set foot in a dump like Brighton!" Stinkie argued.
"Oh, really? Well, wait 'til you see what I've got planned!" Molly pulled up the projector, showing what was behind it: a chart with lines pointing to various pictures, Kenny's profile taking up the center.
"Ohhh…" Fatso nodded. "I get it now! We're gonna rub him out!"
"What?! No-" Molly tried to say.
"Hey, not a bad idea, Moll!" Stretch complimented.
"Yeah, we underestimated ya!" Stinkie added. "So, how we gonna do it?"
"We're not going to-"
"He's a cowboy, ain't he?" Stretch wrapped a noose around his neck and his head popped off. "Let's give him a proper send-off and hang him by the gallows!"
"No, you guys-" Molly tried again, but was interrupted by Stinkie.
"Nah…I say we kidnap him and lock him in a room filled with poisonous gas! Said gas, of course, I'll happily provide." Stinkie belched.
Molly gagged from the smell. "That's not what I-"
"Ooh, I know!" Fatso waved his hand excitedly. "Since the guy loves burgers, we'll deliver hundreds of 'em right to his door!"
"How the heehaw would that do him in?" Stinkie questioned.
"Uh…I kinda figured he would just keep eatin' until he explodes."
"That is so stupid, you made my brain explode!" Stretch stuffed a stick of dynamite in Fatso's mouth, blowing the latter's brain out of his head.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Stretch and Stinkie laughed.
Sharon was once again, annoyed and she tied the Trio up a second time.
"Hey! Knot cool!" Fatso chuckled. "Get it?"
Stretch used his free hand to slam his brother's head down.
"Guys, enough!" Molly shouted. "We're not killing anyone! Just listen, okay? Right now, Kenny's tour bus is on its way to Cleveland. And we are going to intercept him!"
Molly began pointing at the different pictures on the chart.
"Assuming Kenny is, as his song states, an ordinary man, who weighs approximately 180 pounds…" she used a red marker to draw a circle on a map of the States. "And his tour bus, which leaves from here at noon, traveling 65 miles an hour, add in his insatiable need for a fresh cup of Colombian dark roast every 3.2 hours, factoring in a stiff, easterly wind from this high-pressure system, and his need to stretch his perfect porcelain legs to avoid varicose veins…" Molly pinned a picture of a truck stop on the map and circled it. "He'll be arriving at this highway rest stop near Brighton in exactly…30 minutes!"
Sharon looked uncertain. "Molly…that was…"
"Brilliant!" Pete cried out excitedly.
"Yeah, if by brilliant, you mean completely insane!" Stretch commented. "Did you stay up all night half-bakin' that plan?"
Molly didn't respond and instead, just stared at Stretch blankly. Her eyes drifted apart briefly.
"…Huh? Sorry, I fell asleep with my eyes open for a second. What'd ya say? Oh! Yes, I stayed up all night working on this. And do you wanna know why?"
"No, but you'll probably tell us anyway." Stinkie groaned.
"Because Brighton deserves the greatest concert ever! And when it comes to people we care about, McGees go the extra mile!"
"Well, we ain't McGees!" Stretch stated.
"And we hate extra miles!" Stinkie mentioned.
"We hate miles in general!" Fatso shuddered. "Why do they gotta be so long?"
"Fuggedaboudit, flesh face!" Stretch folded his arms and turned away. "We ain't goin'! No way!"
Stinkie and Fatso copied their brother.
"No how!"
"No no Nanette!"
Molly only grinned. "Oh, yes, yes Nanette. Aren't you guys forgetting something?"
Stretch's eyes widened. "You wouldn't…"
A few minutes later, the McGees were headed to the car.
"Streeeetch! Stiiinkiiiie! Faaaatsoooo!" Molly called.
The Trio were then magically pulled out of the house towards Molly.
"Oh for the love of corpses!"
"This curse stinks!"
"Please, just let us die…again!"
The three tried clinging onto anything in front of them, but it was no use, and they ended up smacking right onto Molly's head.
"Ugh…fine, you win…" Stretch whined. "We'll go with ya…but don't expect us to help out or anythin'."
"And we have to stop for snacks!" Fatso added.
"Sure thing, big guy." Molly patted his belly. "Now let's go get Kenny Star!"
Unbeknownst to the tween, one of the neighbors, who was outside mowing the grass, overheard her.
"Kenny Star?!" she squealed, letting go of the mower.
"Kenny Star?!" Patty repeated when the neighbor later informed her at the grocery store. "Here?!"
"It's gonna be huge!"
Patty was so delighted by this news, that she started to share it with everyone she ran into. Just like that, word was spreading like wildfire in Brighton.
"There's gonna be pyrotechnics and…"
"…acrobatics and…"
"…a real-live eagle!"
The rumors even reached Andrea Davenport, and she made an announcement to her social media followers.
"It's gonna be the greatest concert ever! See you there, Fan-dreas!"
From the looks of it, all of Brighton had heard about Kenny Star's supposed performance…and the McGees hadn't even left their driveway yet.
Suddenly, another one of the neighbors pounced onto the McGee's windshield, giving Pete a heart attack.
"AAAAHHH!"
"Have you heard? Kenny Star's playin' at the bandshell tonight! It's happening! It's finally happening! My hopes are as high as my dreams right now!"
The lady took out a hat resembling the country singer's and began to dance.
"Uh…actually-"
Before Sharon could figure out how to let this woman down gently, Molly butted in.
"That's right! He will definitely be here and you can count on it! Heh, heh…"
The rest of the family gave Molly looks of uneasiness.
"What?" she shrugged. "The cat's out of the bag. Might as well feed it some mice."
"If you're givin' 'em mice, how come I smell a rat?" Stinkie asked. "A rather exotic fragrance, I might add."
The lady continued to dance even as the McGees left and the first neighbor's lawn mower drove by her.
Soon, the McGees arrived at the truck stop. They disembarked their vehicle and began to look around for the one carrying Kenny.
"Well, whaddya know?" Stretch said cheekily. "He ain't here!"
"Gee, I never woulda expected that!" Stinkie sarcastically remarked.
"Boo-hoo. How unfortunate." Fatso faked sadness.
"…HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Sharon rolled up her sleeves angrily, but before she could give the ghosts what for, a bus drove up and ran them over, splattering ectoplasm all over the lot. When the Trio reformed, they were utterly shocked to see the bus had Kenny's face printed on it.
"I'm sorry, you were saying?" Molly bragged.
The bus doors opened and a tall man in cowboy boots stepped out.
"Somebody get me a Columbian dark roast." he requested.
Molly stepped forward.
"Mr. Star? You may not know this, but there's a whole town full of extraordinarily ordinary people, just like you, who are counting on you to make their wildest dreams come true. I'm talkin' about Brighton!"
Molly presented a small stack of photos, each depicting different events.
"Home of the bravest Wilder Scouts…"
Stretch nudged Stinkie in the arm. "Who couldn't handle a simple ghost story…"
"…awesomest junior softball team…"
"Who only have three wins to their name…" Stinkie whispered to Fatso.
"…and the most efficient elderly construction crew you've ever seen!"
"Who are…um…they're…" Fatso scratched his head, trying to think of something insulting. "They're really old! Am I right?"
Sharon's fist squeezed all three of their necks.
"Not again…" Stinkie moaned.
In a matter of seconds, the Trio were once again in a knot. Fatso coughed, his neck wrapped around the other two.
"Well…now I know why they call it a running 'gag'!"
"I'll gag you…" Stretch threatened.
Molly got on her knees.
"Please, Mr. Star," she begged. "Embrace your Brightonian roots and come play our newly rebuilt bandshell tonight! Make your great-great grandma's second cousin once removed proud!"
Kenny knelt down. "I don't know who you are, young lady, but that was the most beautiful speech I ever heard."
Molly smiled with anticipation.
"Just one problem." Kenny continued. "I'm not Kenny Star…"
Molly's face fell as the man she presumed to be a famous country singer removed his hat and hair, revealing it to be a wig.
"I'm his stunt double."
Molly's eyes darted back and forth awkwardly.
"…Oh."
Without hesitating, she boarded the bus to search for the real Kenny Star.
"Hello? Kenny? Kenny, are you in here? Hello?"
Coming up empty, she stepped off the bus.
"Um…where's Kenny?" she asked the stunt double.
"Thirty thousand feet in the air on his private jet." he answered, pointing at the sky.
Molly looked up and just as the stunt double said, a plane was flying over them. Inside said plane, Kenny was doing an interview while decked out in his shiniest outfit and enjoying some h'ors d'oeuvres.
"Oh, I'm an ordinary man." he told the interviewer. "I put my rhinestone britches on one leg at a time just like everybody else."
"I'm sorry, miss." the stunt double apologized sincerely, putting his hat and wig back on. "There's nothin' I can do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the restroom."
The false country star walked behind the bus, and the next thing Molly knew, a cannon came into view and shot Kenny's stunt double into the gas station convenience store.
"I don't believe this…" Molly was devastated. "How could this happen? I thought I planned for everything! Now we don't have any band for tonight…"
The usually optimistic girl then hung her head in shame and disappointment. And it was only going to get worse, because the Trio soon came over to rub it in.
"Music to our ears!" Stretch exclaimed gleefully.
"We told ya this was a ridiculous idea!" Stinkie reminded her. "Heck, even Fatso thought it was stupid, and that's sayin' somethin'!"
"Yeah, even I thought it was stupid and that's-" Fatso repeated before glaring at Stinkie. "Hey!"
"But don't worry, Moll." Stretch continued. "We learned recently that gloatin' ain't a polite, friendly, or mature thing to do."
Molly smiled somewhat. "Really?"
"Yeah…Good thing we ain't any of those things!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" the Trio guffawed and circled Molly while singing: "You don't got an act! You don't got an act! You let down Brighton! Now they're gonna hate you!"
Molly's eyes welled up with tears and she trudged to the car as the Trio kept laughing. Pete, Sharon, and Darryl all gave her sympathetic frowns.
"You okay, Molly?" Sharon tried.
Molly got in the back. "Let's just go…"
The Trio were stunned upon hearing this.
"Wait…that's it?" Fatso asked.
"You're givin' up, just like that?" Stinkie inquired.
"Yeah, aren't ya gonna be 'positive' and 'optimistic' and annoyin'?" Stretch sneered.
"No, Stretch." Molly answered without looking at the ghosts. "I tried my best and…it didn't work. You were right again. I did let Brighton down. I'm sorry for wasting your time. You have every right to laugh at me. I'll see you later. I've gotta go tell everyone the bad news…"
Molly then shut the car door right as Darryl got in next to her and Pete started the car. Sharon went over to the Trio and they huddled together, fearful of what shape she would twist them into this time. But she suddenly stopped herself.
"No. You know what? You're not even worth it."
With that, she got into the passenger seat and the McGees drove away. Stinkie and Fatso looked on with heartbroken expressions, as if they regretted their actions. Stretch, on the other hand, just shrugged it off.
"Sheesh, what a buncha spoilsports! Can't even take a little harmless, mean-spirited humor! Whatever, who needs 'em? C'mon boys, let's hit the convenience store for some snacks and spooks!"
Stretch paused when he reached the door, realizing his brothers weren't following him.
"Well? What are ya waitin' for? What's the problem?"
Stinkie sighed. "Ya know…I hate to say it, but…I'm startin' to feel bad for those bone bags."
"Yeah, me too." Fatso agreed. "The guilt's eatin' me unalive! Now I know how a sandwich feels…"
"Yeah…maybe we should…ya know…do somethin'?" Stinkie suggested.
"You gotta be kiddin' me!" Stretch scolded. "Have you ecto-heads gone soft? Those skin sacks brought all of this on themselves! They deserve whatever scorn and humiliation that's waitin' for 'em back home!"
Fatso shook his head. "I dunno, Stretch. I can't stop thinkin' about that thing Molly said. What did she say again?"
"Who cares? Now let's go already!"
Stinkie acted like Stretch hadn't said anything. "I know! It was somethin' like…"
Stretch plugged his nonexistent ears. "Oh no ya don't! I ain't listenin'!"
"'When it comes to the people we care about…'"
"We don't care about nobody!" Stretch insisted.
"'…McGees go…'" Fatso continued.
Stretch pulled Fatso up by the tuft of his head.
"We're not McGees!"
"'…the extra mile!'" both Stinkie and Fatso finished, much to Stretch's annoyance.
"No, no, no! I can't stand it!"
That's when Stretch started to hear Molly repeating back those same words in his head.
"The people we care about…"
"Cut it out!"
"…McGees go…"
"Leave me alone!"
"…the extra mile!"
"AAAAAAAGGHHHH!" Stretch screamed in frustration. "Okay! Fine! You win! We'll fix this…but it don't. Mean. NOTHIN'!"
The eldest ghost took to the skies and Stinkie and Fatso followed him. They flew up behind Kenny's private jet, intent on catching up to it. But the wind proved too strong for their transparent bodies and they just ended up crashing into each other, allowing the plane to fly out of their sight.
"Great. We'll never reach that country bumpkin now! No matter how many extra miles we go!" Stinkie complained.
"Nobody likes a showoff, pal!" Fatso called after Kenny.
"Maybe you was right, Stretch. We should just forget this whole thing and go home."
"No way! You bozos talked me into this do-goodin' nonsense, so we're do-good doin' it! Gimme a sec here…"
Stretch surveyed the ground below him and to his relief, he spotted another tour bus speeding down the road.
"Ah-ha! Okay, fellas, huddle up! I got a new plan…"
The McGees, meanwhile, were about to pull up to the bandshell. Molly was hiding her face in her hands.
"All that work Brighton put into rebuilding the bandshell…and I ruined the big debut…"
Sharon looked back at her daughter with a reassuring smile.
"You didn't ruin anything, sweetie. I'm sure everyone will understand."
Molly smiled back, feeling a little better…until they arrived at the bandshell parking lot and were met with the whole town chanting Kenny's name.
"Kenny! Kenny! Kenny!"
"Good thing, I got my new hip!" Patty smacked herself on the rear, laughing. "'Cause Patty is gonna shake it tonight!"
"Oh boy…" Molly, Sharon, and Pete worried.
"Listen, Molly," Sharon began. "You don't have to go up there by yourself. We'll let them down as a family."
"Thanks Mom," Molly acknowledged. "But…I must face the non-music…alone…"
Back with the Ghostly Trio, they were ready to put Stretch's plan into action. When the tour bus got closer, Fatso phased inside it and possessed the driver. Now in control, he slammed the driver's foot on the gas pedal and steered toward Brighton.
Unfortunately, the path was soon blocked by a man riding a donkey, which was dragging a wheelbarrow of hay. Stinkie came up behind them, completely unseen.
"Oh, so ya think ya own the road, huh? Maybe I should 'smell' it out for ya!"
He took a deep breath and released a toxic gas cloud right into the man and donkey's faces. They were so revolted, that they sprinted off the road and ran far, far away.
Fatso giddily laughed as he kept swerving the bus back and forth, even honking the horn several times. A woman, who appeared to be the manager of whoever this mystery band was, clutched onto the driver's seat nervously.
"Are you sure this is the way to Cleveland?"
"Yep!" Fatso replied, tilting his new body's head in an unnerving way. "Cleveland! Uh…land of Cleve! That's where we're goin'!"
All the while, Stretch was flying above the bus, making sure nothing else got in the way of the mission. He and the others would have to pick up the pace, though, because Molly soon had gotten up on stage to make the announcement.
"Kenny! Kenny! Kenny!" the crowd cheered.
Molly stood in front of a microphone.
"Ha, ha, ha…hi, everyone. So, I have some good news and some not-so-good news. The good news is…we're all here, ya know? And I am so happy-"
She leaned up against the mic stand and both it and her fell over. She stood back up and kept going as if nothing happened.
"-to see all your many, many smiling faces."
"Less talkin', more rockin'!" Patty yelled from the crowd.
Molly gulped. "Yes. That brings me to the not-so-good news…um…"
The bus was getting closer. At that point, Stretch was certain they would make it in time. But then, to his shock, the bus suddenly came to a halt.
"Hey!" he phased through the roof to face Fatso. "What gives? We don't got time for a pit stop! What's the holdup?"
"Hey, don't blame me!" Fatso pointed out the window.
Stretch stuck his head outside, allowing him to see what was causing the delay: a mama duck and her ducklings crossing the road.
"You've gotta be kiddin' me!" Stretch facepalmed. "Can't ya just run 'em over or somethin'?"
"As a callous and uncaring member of the non-living community, there are many lines that I'll cross." Fatso explained. "Killin' innocent ducks ain't one of 'em."
"AAARRGH!" Stretch growled. "Gimme that wheel!"
The cantankerous spirit shoved his brother out of the driver's body and, while narrowly avoiding the ducks, steered the bus into a nearby cornfield, mowing down scarecrows, tractors, and flying saucers in the process.
Molly faced the anticipated audience, finally ready to confess.
"The truth is…I promised you a big star, but…I've made a terrible mistake. You see-"
HONK!
CRASH!
Right as Molly was about to spill the beans, the tour bus smashed into the bandshell behind her, leaving her and the whole town absolutely stunned.
"Well," an old man in the audience said, spitting out his teeth. "Time to get back to work."
A fellow senior citizen next to him took out a hammer and they both exited.
"All right, ya musically-inclined deadbeats," Stretch as the bus driver ordered. "Out of the bus! On stage now!"
He then left the driver's body and faced Molly.
"You'll be happy to know that we found a star for ya! You can thank us later."
"Really?" Molly beamed. "Who?"
"How the heck should I know? Just go with it!"
Stretch disappeared, leaving Molly with the very confused crowd.
"Uh…you see, my mistake was…I informed tonight's performers that Brighton doesn't like to rock!"
"No!" the crowd disagreed. "We love to rock!"
"Okay! Well, now that that's all settled…enjoy the show!"
Molly jumped off the stage right as a cloud of pink smoke covered it. When the smoke cleared, five women, all wearing one or more pink articles of clothing, were standing in the center.
"Hello, Cleveland!" the lead girl with pink hair greeted. "Your city is…smaller than we thought it would be!"
Darryl gasped. "It's Atomic Pink!"
The music started up and the K-pop ensemble began to sing one of their biggest hits: Orange Dream.
Something good's gonna come, yeah
When you least expect it
Boom boom boom boom
When you least expect it
Boom boom boom boom
Here it comes
"Wait…that's not Kenny Star!" Molly's neighbor complained.
"Who cares?" Patty bopped up and down to the music. "Listen to that beat!"
Darryl was so awestruck, that he couldn't resist joining his favorite music group. Soon, everyone in Brighton had forgotten all about the promise of Kenny Star and started to shake their groove things with Atomic Pink.
When you least expect it
When I dropped that boom
I knew you were surprised
First you're watching and don't believe your eyes
Don't give up, even if you feel sad
Get your costume on so you're gonna get lucky (Lucky!)
Everybody needs a hand
But you can't understand
If you see the plan
Any trouble you have will be effectively corrected
When you least expect it
Backstage, Molly approached the Trio.
"Guys, you saved the day! You went the extra mile just for me!"
"Aww, stop…" Fatso giggled.
"Don't mention it, Moll, but if we're bein' honest…it was all Stretch's idea." Stinkie snickered.
Stretch turned deep red. "What?!"
"Aww…Stretch!" Molly hugged the tallest ghost. "I'm so proud of you! I always knew you had some sweetness behind that sour disposition! And now, you're all real McGees!"
Stinkie and Fatso nodded.
"You know it!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Oh no!" Stretch refused. "Not me! There's a perfectly reasonable explanation why I-"
"Group hug!" Molly declared.
Stretch was powerless to do anything as he was pulled into an embrace by Molly and his brothers.
"Hey! Lemme go, ya weirdos!"
"Aww, ain't he modest?" Fatso teased.
"Just embrace it already, bro." Stinkie suggested.
Finally, Stretch smirked a little and accepted the display of affection.
"All right, maybe I'm…ya know, 'McGee adjacent.'"
When you least expect it
The four continued to hug right as Atomic Pink finished their song…and the neighbor's lawn mower swept past the bandshell.
Ghostly Trio and Molly McGee!
If anybody knows the missing Korean lyrics, please tell me and I'll add them in.
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