"Can't we just bring Maxie up here?" Otho complained as he looked over the perfectly constructed model of the town.
Charles rolled his eyes as he tried to figure out just how they were supposed to get this down stairs. "You’ve got a stake in this, too. This is a presentation. It requires a sense of occasion, a sense of style. It’s big. How will we get it out?"
"It’s sectional." Otho said after looking at the model for a bit.
"Wait, there are plugs." Charles said as he started to unhook them.
"Careful!" Otho said, worried they might damage one of the important parts of the presentation that they needed.
The two picked up half of the model. "Okay, go." Charles said before they started to carry it out of the attic.
"What's going on?" Adam asked as he looked over at the girls.
"I don't know. We'll go find out." Lydia said before the two of them quickly head downstairs.
"Be careful!" Barbara called out as the girls hurried off.
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Downstairs
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"We’ve got Ed Cornwell to head the wax museum dedicated to 50 great moments of the paranormal in Thanksgiving Park. You must remember Ed. He’s the genius who gave us the talking Marcel Marceau statue. And D-Con is on its knees to sponsor the insect zoo in the old hardware store. We can’t lose! Girls, you decided to join us. I just finished the initial presentation. Now it’s time to have a stretch and to invite our friends to meet your friends." Charles said with a grin on his face.
"Are they here yet?" Sarah Dean asked immediately as she looked at the two girls.
"Charles, we're here to see some ghosts." Maxie Dean said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"They're not here.... anymore." Lydia said, hoping that would get the couple to leave.
"Every time she says that, the paint peels and some wild creature tries to kill us." Charles said with a laugh, desperate to keep Maxie and his wife here.
Sarah held up one of the pictures that Lydia had taken of the Maitlands in the sheets when they had tried to scare them away. "But we have pictures, girls."
Alma sighed and shook her head, there was no way these money hungry adults would listen to them. "Really. They said they’d come back and we could all live here if you agreed not to tease them or make them do stupid tricks." She said, hoping beyond hope that her father would listen to them for once.
"They have a tendency to overreact. Don’t worry, we’re not relying on them. We have Otho." Delia said with a smirk on her face, she knew that the girls wouldn't be of any help.
"Are they still here?" Charles asked.
"Otho, are they still here?" Delia asked at the same time.
Otho looked around as if he was looking for the ghosts. "Oh they’re still here. They’re just hiding out. They probably feel guilty about what they did to me." He said dramatically.
"I'm sorry they didn't kill you." Charles mumbled softly with a roll of his eyes.
"I just want to see them." Maxie said with a bored tone, wondering why he trusted Charles Deetz to actually have ghosts.
"Otho, can you do it?" Delia asked him nervously.
"It will be tricky, but...." He paused as he took out the stolen handbook that he took from the attic. "I think I can handle it."
