The Ghost and the McGee Twins

Goat Your Own Way

Author's Note: I needed to take a break from this book and Chibiverse for obvious reasons, and I've had a crappy week on top of that. I know that these books are gonna be plagiarized and reworded by him anyway, including the original dialogue I added in. I apologize that I rant about this every chapter, but this is just getting old and out of hand.

Molly, Scratch, Libby, Cleo, and I went to check out the Brighton County Fair. If I'm being honest, I came for the fair food. Sweet baby corn, I sound like Scratch. "Ah, the County Fair! My favorite time of year." Scratch sighed. "The sights. The smells. The fried foods. Especially the ones from Turkey Tina's Gobble Hut! That lady will fry anything. And I mean anything!" "I now pronounce you good and fried!" We heard Tina shout, frying something for a pair of newlyweds in what looked like a dunk tank from a carnival game, which makes sense because we're at the County Fair. "I think I'm in love." Scratch said. "However, since my spectral circumstances prevent me from directly bringing her anything to fry, I need a living person to do my bidding! So, which one of you meat-sacks wants to volunteer?" "Sorry, Scratch. But we're not here for Tina." Molly explained. "Yeah, we're here for 3A Club." Libby added. "Which stands for Animals, Agriculture, and America." Cleo finished. "I'll do it." I agreed. "I like fair food anyway." "Fine by me." Molly said as she, Libby, and Cleo went to their club. "See you guys later."

I had gotten in line to order some food from Tina while Scratch hovered over me. Literally. "I can't believe that this is happening!" Scratch exclaimed as I placed my order for deep fried ice cream. "There's so many options to choose from! Do I want a fried cookie cake? Or maybe some fried banana pudding?" "I'm back." I said. "Ooh! Deep fried ice cream?" Scratch gasped. "Now we're talking!" "I didn't say that I was doing it for you." I replied, eating my ice cream. "Amber, I'm begging you!" Scratch cried. "I'm not helping you." I declined. "Besides, I think there's carob in this." "You put carob in everything now!" Scratch complained, heading over to Molly. "Works every time." I chuckled.

So, I ended up getting left behind at the fair by accident, which caused me to walk back to the house. After about an hour of walking, I finally made it back to the house. Believe it or not, the first thing I noticed was Dad acting like a dog, specifically when a dog scratches for fleas. I wish I could explain it. "Uh, hey, Dad." I greeted. "Amber! Amber! Where have you been?! I'm so happy to see you!" Dad exclaimed. "Are you happy to see me, Amber?!" "I'm not even gonna ask." I replied, heading upstairs.

I headed up to the attic to put up my feet and rest for a while. However, once I reached the attic, I noticed this chunky baby goat lounging on my bed. I turned to the other side of the room to see Molly, who looked like she was frustrated. "Why is there a fat goat on my bed?" I wondered. I was pretty positive that this was Molly's doing, unless Darryl freed an entire petting zoo again. "I've been training Totes all day and all he wants is treats!" Molly groaned. "I'm so tired!" "Totes the Goat?" I wondered. "Did your instructor teach you how to train him?" "Yeah, but I used a different technique." Molly explained. ""The Molly Method!" I snuggled with him and gave him a whole bunch of treats!" "Didn't you do the exact same thing when you volunteered to walk dogs a while back?" I asked. "Hey, in my defense, those dogs were fully trained." Molly defended herself. "Totes is a different story, however." "As much as I would love to hear about your suffering, can you please get your stupid goat off of my bed?" I asked. "No problem, sis." Molly replied. "Totes, down. Down! Come on! You're being unfair to Amber!" "I think I'm gonna sleep in the shower for the rest of the weekend." I sighed. "If he poops in my bed, I swear!"

Before we knew it, the final day of the fair had arrived. I headed out to the van as Molly was trying to deal with Totes the Goat. "You ready, Moll?" I asked. "Come on, Totes!" Molly groaned. "We gotta get to the fair and show everyone what you can do! And stop eating the house!" "Another day in paradise, huh?" I wondered as Molly groaned, slamming her face against the hood of the van. "Hurry up, guys! It's the last day of the fair!" Scratch exclaimed, levitating Molly and I away from the van. "Fry oil's a-wasting!" "Ow!" I complained, landing on the concrete. "Scratch! Watch it!" Scratch whistles, commanding Dad to come outside. "Hi, Scratch!" Dad exclaimed, bursting through the door, jumping up and down like a happy dog. "Are you happy to see me? I'm happy to see you!" "Oh, yes, I am! Who wants to go for a drive, huh?" Scratch taunted, jiggling the keys in front of Dad. "Oh, boy! I do! I do!" Dad replied, jumping into the van. "I love car rides! I love car rides!" "Did you... train Dad?" Molly asked as Scratch used a clicker and gave Dad a treat. "Oh, c'mon. That's ridiculous! He just likes being a good dad." Scratch scoffed. "Now get that goat in the trailer. I'm hungry, let's roll!" "Typical Scratch. Always in it for the food." I sighed, just as Totes bleated and fell asleep. "He's asleep! Good Totes!" Molly whispered. "Scratch, would you floaty, floaty him?" "Well, I don't know, Moll." Scratch hesitated. "Feels like if I help you, you won't really learn your lesson." Molly looks at Scratch with her pouty lip and puppy eyes. "Ooh, looks like you summoned the puppy face." I whispered. "Can't say no to an adorable face like that." "Okay, fine. I'll do it. Whatever." Scratch sighed, levitating Totes over to the trailer with his ghostly power. "Get me to the fried foods already." "I don't trust Dad driving the van." I commented. "I'm gonna ask Mom to drive."

Once we arrived at the fair, Dad immediately went to get a mountain of fried food for Scratch to devour. Which left me with helping Molly get Totes out of the trailer. With how heavy Totes was, I was surprised that Molly and I got him to the stable. "Goats, am I right?" Molly chuckled. "So cute, but what a handful." "Billie was a dream to train." Sheela said. "Okay, Sheela, no need to brag!" Molly snapped. "I bet Libby knows what I mean, right, Lib?" "Oh, yeah. Training was really hard at first." Libby explained. "Being assertive makes me sweaty. Ronnie! Heel!" Her goat listened to the command and was given a treat. "Impressive, Libby." Cleo complimented. "Hey, Cleo." I greeted. "How did you do with training?" "I actually had a bit of a late start, but overall, Floyd was pretty cooperative." Cleo explained. "He spent most of the time running around in the backyard." "What, uh... Am I the only one who had problems?!" Molly wondered. "Did you follow Mr Bates's CCR method?" Libby asked. "Command... Click... Reward?" "Um... Well... I may have rearranged it a tiny bit." Molly replied. "But in my defense, wook at him! The fuzzy wuzzy tail, those big, adorable eyes, those tippy-tappy hooves!" Totes bleated. "This is just sad." I said. "Okay, so he's not looking super adorable right at the moment." Molly admitted. "But I promise he's the happiest goat here!" "3A Club, report to the arena." We heard Mr Bates say over the loudspeaker. "Well, good luck, you guys." I said, leaving the stable. "Amber!" Molly shouted. "You can't just leave me here!"

I sat with Mom on the bleachers to watch Molly make a fool out of herself. All the other members of the club walked out to the arena with their goats, while Molly rolled Totes out, since he was most likely in a food coma from all those treats. As one of the judges began measuring the goats, Scratch came back with Dad and a huge plate of fried food. "Good Dad!" Scratch exclaimed, clicking his device and giving Dad a treat. "Very good, Dad! Hello, gorgeous." "You do realize he's gonna snap out of this at some point, right?" I asked, just as I noticed that Totes was awake and Molly was pulling him back. He must've been attracted to the smell of Scratch's food. "Come to papa!" Scratch said, enamored with his food. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm gonna enjoy every last drop of you." Totes was going feral for Scratch's plate and I was concerned. "Uh, Scratch?" I wondered, trying to get his attention, just as Totes pulled Molly and bolted over towards us. "Duck and cover!" Totes knocked over Scratch's mountain of food and devoured everything. Scratch was bawling his eyes out.

Next thing I know, we got banned from the fair. To be honest, since Molly got banned, I was probably gonna get banned anyway. "Anyone else know you could get banned from the fair?" Molly asked. "Unfortunately, yes." I sighed as Totes belched out Scratch's plate. "This is all that's left of my delicious, custom creation. I bet it was delicious!" Scratch cried as Totes bleated again. "Apology not accepted! I blame you for this, Moll." "Okay... Um... I see now that giving Totes everything he wanted was a bad idea." Molly admitted as Totes started digging in the trash. "Totes! Drop it!" Totes gave Molly the puppy eyes, begging for her to cave in. "Look away, Molly." I said. "Look away." "Drop it!" Molly covered her eyes as Totes dropped the piece of paper he had in his mouth. "So, uh, what are we gonna do about Totes?" Mom wondered. "He's eating us out of house and home. Literally." "Yeah, I mean, that's my thing." Scratch sniffled. "I just want my bed back." I added. "Well, Totes is gonna need lots of grass and exercise." Molly said.

Molly decided that the best place for Totes to get back into shape was Brighton Park, where he basically was mowing the grass. "I'm actually pretty impressed, Moll." I complimented. "He'll be in shape in no time. Plus, the city saves money on landscaping. Good Totes! Eat your veggies!" Molly explained, using the clicker just as Dad's stomach began growling. "That's weird." Dad said. "Why do I suddenly crave a cracker?" "Uh, no reason!" Scratch exclaimed, tossing his clicker for Dad away.