The Ghost and Molly McGee X Reader

Festival of Lights

"Whoo! It's the eighth night of Hannukah! Thanks for having us, Libby!" Molly said as she and (Y/n) hug her. "Yeah, happy Hanukkah, girls! I am so glad you're all here. My mom and I have never had this many people... or ghosts, over for Hanukkah before." Libby said. "Yeah, plenty of turtles, though, huh?" Scratch asked as he flies over to them. "Yeesh. Their beady reptilian eyes are looking straight into my soul." Scratch said. "Shalom, McGees! Be with you in a second! Got the fryer going upstairs, Customers downstairs! Busy, busy, busy!" Leah said. "We wanted to be prepared, so we did a lot of research into Hanukkah, which we now know unfolds over eight subsequent nights, and is also called the Festival of..." (Y/n) began, as she looks through her phone. The power suddenly goes out. "Lights..." She said. "Might wanna double-check that." Darry said. "Looks like the whole city is out" Sharon said. Leah turns on a flashlight. "Not to worry! I'd never be caught without a generator during a Midwest winter!" Leah said. "Of course, I forgot to stock up on fuel. Oh, well, looks like we've only got enough juice to last an hour." Leah said as the motor rumbles.

~Hour One~

Scratch yawns. "Well, what a great Hanukkah it's been, but you know what, it's half past snack o'clock. McGees, let's roll." He then gasps and sniffs as his nose goes through a pile of food. Libby grabs him and pulls him out by his nose. "Mmm. What is that heavenly smell?" He asked. "Oh, if you're hungry, Mom made plenty of food. And since it's Hanukkah, it's all fried in oil." Libby said. "Fried... food?" Scratch asked.

Scratch: ♪ I get a whiff, and all at once I'm yearning. ♪

♪ Your oily fragrance puts me in the mood. ♪

♪ My heart goes "pitter pitter pat" for that vat of liquid fat, ♪

♪ Oh I'm deep in love with deep fried food. ♪

♪ I tremble at the sight of jelly doughnuts. ♪

Libby: Sufganiyot.

Scratch: Gesundheit.

♪ Hash browns make me come unglued. ♪

Libby: Uh, these are latkes.

Scratch: ♪ Give me fries and empanadas, ♪

♪ Give me egg-rolls and frittatas, ♪

♪ Give me fish and chips, chicken strips, and whoo! Hush puppies, too! ♪

Libby: Uh, we're kinda losing the Hanukkah thread here.

Scratch: ♪ Throw away the crudités ♪

♪ All I want is you. (All I want is you) ♪

♪ I don't mind the greasy stains when you're gone, I eat those too. (Eat those too) ♪

♪ I've never ever known a love so deep and true ♪

♪ As the love that I feel for deep fried food! ♪

Scratch chomps on the food. "Ahh! Hot oil! Hot oil! I think I burned my tongue off! Does my tongue look okay? Does my tongue look okay?" Scratch asked.

~Hour Two~

"Okay. The name of the game is dreidel. You spin and if it comes up gimel, you win... all the gelt." Libby said as she, (Y/n), Molly, Scratch, and Darryl sat at a table surrounded by coins. Scratch smirks as she spun the top. "Nun! Wait. As in "none-none"?" Scratch asked. "Sorry, Scratch, that's just how the dreidel spins." Molly said, then she spun the top. "Ooh! Shin. As in "win"?" (Y/n) asked. "Uh-uh. As in "put in." Libby said, and (Y/n) snickered. Molly lets out a muffled scream and (Y/n) groans. "Ahh!" Scratch said. "Gimme gimmel!" Darryl said, as he had a large pile of coins and seemed to be winning. "Yes!" He shouted as he spun another win. But then the top flipped over. "Shin? Aww!" He whined. "Come on, little dreidel. Don't forget who made you outta clay. Come on Gimmel, come on Gimmel..." Libby said before spinning it. Everyone groans in anticipation. Libby gasps then whoops. "Gimel!" She said, and everyone groans. Libby sighs. "And now to taste sweet victory..." Libby said as she pilled open the lion revealing it to be chocolate. Scratch grunts. "Wait! The gelt is candy? We were playing for candy?" He asked.