Once upon a time there was a little boy. The little boy decided to go for a swim.
The little boy went down and never came back up, so his sister went in after him.
She never came back up either. Soon everyone forgot. So the ghosts grew angry,
But then became bored. All they wanted were friends, why not take them?
One by one, the little girls and boys of the boardwalk town disappeared down the water.
The farther they went, the longer they stayed, but they all went away.
The ghost became sad, they didn't know where their new friends had gone,
Why couldn't they go with them? The blue and pink ghost then grew angry.
They all left, all of them, no one stayed! Why didn't they stay?
Now there 's a new little boy and a new little girl, and they story goes the same-
Once upon a time there was a little boy. The little boy decided to go for a swim.
The little boy went down and never came back up, so his sister went in after him.
Except this story ends differently, for the children survived.
The boy was dragged, dragged, and dragged deep into the water, his sister following his lead.
He stopped moving, she kept going, bringing him up, up, up to the dock,
He was safe, that's all that mattered, until she was pulled with a tug.
She trashed and she hit, trying to make her way out, but the little blue ghost was to strong.
Then everything stopped, so she looked around.
And saw the children, the ghost children of the boardwalk town.
They were all green, same as the sea, nothing like you or me.
There was a burst of bright white light, then they were gone, every last one.
She was alone floating in the sea, slowly sinking to the depths of the giant aquarium.
She was saved by a mythic, small hand, pulling her up, out of the quicksand.
Finally safe, the two of them, all thanks to the boardwalk's ghost children.
But wait, what's this, a faint pink light? This can't be.
They were all vaporized? Why wasn't she?
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