The Ghost and Molly Mcgee (Molly x Male Reader)

Getting the Band(shell) Back Together

(We start the scene with the McGee's, Y/N, and Scratch stepping off their car ready to enter Brighton Hills, Brighton's nursing home.)

Scratch: Hey, this isn't the National Taco Convention! (Angrily throws his "Taco Loco" hat on the ground. He then shapeshifts into a hand pointing at Molly and Y/N) You lied to me!

Y/N: Dude, this is the fifth time you've fallen for this.

Molly: Yeah, well, if I'd told you we were volunteering, you would have complained the whole way here.

Scratch: Wait, wait, wait, wait. We're volunteering? At a nursing home? On purpose? Over my undead body! (Scratch shapeshifts again into a wall, blocking the way in.)

Molly: Hey Scratch, wanna know my favorite thing about ghosts? You can walk right through 'em!

(The McGee's and Y/N walk right through Scratch with ease. Scratch changes back to his normal form.)

Scratch: What you people just did is considered VERY rude in the Ghost World!

Y/N: We consider it rude too.

Pete: And c'mon, Scratch. Volunteering bonds us McGees together.

Scratch: Well, I'm no McGee.

Y/N: Neither am I, but I'm here to support Molly.

Molly: (Hugs Y/N) Awww, thanks Y/N!

Y/N: (Blushes) What is your last name, anyway?

Scratch: I'm a one-name icon, baby! (Scratch puts on some star-shaped sunglasses.)

Darryl: Uh, are you sure? 'Cause I thought your last name was... (Darryl presses a button on his Obnoxitron, making a blech sound. Both laugh)

Scratch: Ah, man, you get me every time with that thing!

Sharon: We had to buy our son a toy called the "Obnoxitron"?

(Pete smiles nervously as Scratch starts pressing different buttons on the toy.)

(Cut to Inside the building.)

(Music plays. Sharon is giving Senior Aerobic classes)

Sharon: Right arm! Left leg! Jazz hands!

Old Lady: Can we pick up the pace, dear? We don't exactly have all the time in the world.

Sharon: (picking up the pace) You heard her, double time! Left! Right! Left! Right!

(In another room, Pete is taking suggestions to present to the City Council.)

Pete: (holding paper and notepad) Well, that's a great suggestion!

Old Man: You work for the city? Because I have a few ideas.

Pete: Oh-ho! Let me be your mouth. I'll pass 'em right on to the City Council!

Old Man: (starts hitting Pete with his cane) One. Libraries. Why should my taxes pay for books so other people can read for free?

Pete: (to himself) Oh, boy.

Old Man: Public parks.

(Scene cuts to Y/N helping old folks to sit-ups.)

Y/N: Now, lift your body up-

(They do so-)

Y/N Now down.

(They do that as well.)