Casper Page #3

You are good.

Oh, stop. It's you.

Are we scary or what?

Aiii-ya!

Oh, and it looks as if we're gonna

go into sudden death overtime.

Anybody for a little

shish ka-doc? I am!

Hah!

Yeow!

Ha-ha!

En garde!

Ha, ha!

Kitchie-koo!

Who do you think you are,

defiling our domicile, huh?

Dr. James... Harvey,

your... therapist.

Dad? Dad?

Are you okay?

Dad!

Dad?

Yaa!

He's down for the count.

The winner... by a clean stink-out!

Ha!

Get back. What the hell is that thing?

- Ha, ha!

Not the nose!

I'm bein' hosed!

No, no, no, no, no!

Th-Th-This sucks!

Dad?

Are you okay?

Oh, I'm fine. Why don't

we go, uh, regroup?

Get your hand out of my mouth!

Oh, man, who let one?

Well, who do you think?

Who's got their pointy head

in my-- That's not my head.

You know, fellows, we're

never this close anymore.

Morning!

Oh, no, please don't scream.

I- I promise I won't hurt you.

I'm a ghost, yes, I admit it. But I'm

a friendly ghost. You have to trust me.

If you scream, you'll wake up my

uncles, and they get awfully cranky.

I'm gonna

let you go now, okay?

You're so cold.

Yeah, but it saves

on the heating bill. Ha!

Come on.

It's okay.

I can see

right through you.

Kind of happens

when you don't have any skin.

Wh... What are you made of?

Well, you know that tingling

feeling when your foot falls asleep?

I think

I'm made of that.

Um, sunny-side up

kind of makes me yak.

No problem.

So, can you go invisible?

Ha, ha.

That one's easy.

It's fresh.

Go ahead.

I've never done this before. Me neither.

Can you hurt me?

N- No.

Can I hurt you?

No.

Cool.

Morning, Dr. Harvey.

Uh, some breakfast?

Uh, hmph. Uh...

Well, uh, yeah.

Honey? You okay?

Good.

How about a paper? The New

York Times? The Journal?

Hong Kong Press?

Sure.

Comin' at ya.

Well...

Hope you're hungry.

# Da, da-da-da, da

Da, da-da-da, da #

I love the smell

of fleshies in the morning.

I'm melting!

I'm melting!

Auntie Phlegm!

Auntie Phlegm!

Oh, what a world!

What a world!

They're gone.

What happened?

They must have

crossed over.

Don't think so!

Guess again, bonebag!

Fellas, good morning.

Casper!

How dare you serve these

air-sucking intruders before us!

I was just...

Give me my meal!

Okay, okay.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Mmm!

I feel like Oprah on hiatus.

You look like Oprah on hiatus.

Ketchup, please.

Yum, yum! Yum!

You know what the problem is?

Casper's got no respect for us!

After all we've done

for the little glowworm.

Yeah, hey! What the hell do you

think you're doin', bulbhead?!

This floor used to be

dirty enough to eat off of!

But we have company.

Oh, yeah?

Well, company loves misery.

Boom!

You guys are disgusting,

obnoxious creeps!

Thank you!

I mean, what's your problem?!

He's just cleaning the floor!

Shut up, skin bag!

Piss off!

Take a hike!

Get a grave!

Honey! You've got the school thing,

and you don't wanna be late!

Drop dead!

- It's too late!

- You'll have a lot of fun!

I know you will!

All right, guys.

We've obviously gotten off

on the wrong foot here.

Now, you know and I know

that you really shouldn't be here.

So I'll tell you what.

Why don't you go ahead

and finish your meal...

and we can meet in my office and

start the process of crossing over.

What do you say?

Well, it's your hour.

Watch it!

Hey, Amber!

Wait up!

Hey, you guys.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Had that locker

last year.

Thanks.

My name's Vic.

Kat.

Coming, Vic?

Okay, gang, let's settle down.

Put a lid on it!

Ow!

Okay, I've got a couple

of announcements to make.

First,

the asbestos removal from the

gym is taking longer than planned.

We're gonna have to push back the

Halloween dance by a couple of months.

Well, as most of you know, my parents

have finished the new boathouse.

So I'm sure it'd be no problem

having the party at my place.

Great!

That's done. Secondly,

we have a new student today.

I'd like you all to meet

Harvey Kathleen.

Would you like to come up

and say hi to everyone for me?

So, why don't you tell us something

special about yourself, Kathleen?

Um, well, it's Kat.

And, um, I guess

I just moved here...

with my dad

from Santa Fe.

And Friendship seems

like a pretty friendly place.

So where are you guys living?

In outer space?

No. Whipstaff?

You've heard of it?

You actually live there?

I know it looks kind of funky

and stuff from the outside.

But, I mean, I don't know...

Inside it's kind of cool.

Well, yeah,

if you drink blood.

Mr. Curtis, check this. We're dead

for the Halloween dance, right?

This girl has a seriously, seriously

creepy house with room to spare.

I thought we were having

the party at my place.

Oh? Okay,

we'll take a vote.

Whoever wants the party

at my house, raise your hand.

Whipstaff?

Yeah!

Oh!

Johns Hopkins University?

Very impressive.

Very. Pull!

Pow!

Pull!

Not... this one.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Hey, what a dish, Doc!

The little missus perhaps?

Hubba, hubba!

Fatso, you animal.

She available, Doc?

She's my wife Amelia.

She's deceased. Even better.

But... we're not here

to talk about me.

See? Now don't you feel just

awful? I was just goofin'.

Don't be goofin' on Amelia. She's

as nice a person as they come.

She's always treated you right,

huh, Stinkie?

I got no complaints. She's

always been an angel to me.

Wait a minute.

What are you saying?

I'm sayin:

She's a peach.

None better. Why?

You've actually seen her?

You think I'm blind?

Of course I've seen her.

Who hasn't? You're not

lookin' for her, are ya, Doc?

Well, that's not really the

focus of our sessions here, is it?

But as long as

you raised the issue,

you wouldn't have a way...

of contacting others

like yourselves, would you?

Hmm?

I didn't think so.

Now, that's not generally

allowed there, Doc.

Ya gotta go

through channels.

Paperwork.

Red tape.

A holy mess, you know?

But for you?

I don't know. Maybe we

could work somethin' out.

You keep that ghoul

Crittenden off our backs,

and I'd say we got

a deal, right, boys?

Mm-hmm!

Deal?

Deal.

Fatso, you know where Amelia floats. Go!

It's that easy, huh?

We got a ghost-to-ghost

network.

We share haunting stories.

We throw parties.

The parties are always

pretty dead, though.

That was fast.

I... I think

it's for you, Doc.

Go.

Amelia?

My man!

Vic?

What are you do...

I mean, hi.

Can I come in?

Uh, no, no.

It's so much nicer

out here...

in the flesh...

fresh air.

So did ya ask your dad

about the party?

Y- Yeah, yeah. He, um,

kind of hit the ceiling,

but, um, I think

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