A Third Of A Pie

Chapter 7

Spooker strolled over to Colon, leaving Ghost and Toast to chat and enjoy their tea in the kitchen.

Colon turned to him, smiling at his best friend.
"Hey!" He greeted, giving his 'beanie buddie' a large grin.

"H- hey," Spooker smiled, stuttering from the anxiety.

Colon immediately noticed, raising a brow, "something wrong?"
Spooker sat down next to Colon, sighing.
"Something's wrong with Ghost. I think the fall hurt his brain," Spooker sighed, anxiously rubbing his arm.

"What makes you say that?" Colon asked, leaning on his knuckles thoughtfully.

"Remember how I told you about Ghost being scared of something in that room?" He paused, waiting for Colon to nod before continuing, "well, when I asked him about it, he looked at me like I was crazy. He didn't seem to know what I was on about."

"Hmmm... I see. Either brain damage, or he's hiding something from us," Colon thought aloud, making Spooker frown.

"He wouldn't... would he?"

"Well, we don't know.... yet."

"Y- yet?"

"Well, we're paranormal investigators, right? And, well, I feel my colon rumbling. There's something paranormal afoot!"

The pair laughed at the on-going joke- which was, also, the orgin of 'Colon'.
"S- so... We're actually doing t- this?"

Colon gave him a nod.
"We could save Johnny Ghost. After all, there's something going on here."

(Cut to the ghostly toaster)

Ghost sipped on his tea calmly.
"So, there was no ghost? It was just a false alarm?" Ghost asked, watching as Toast messed with his clothes, trying to neaten them up.

"Yes, sir. We checked the entire place, and there was nothing," Toast stated, smiling.

Ghost nodded, drinking the tea again.
"So, any cases?"

"Yes, sir. Bu-"

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let get going."
Ghost had began standing, before Toast pushed on his shoulder.

Ghost met his eyes, confused.
"Sir, I don't think it's... the best idea for you to join us after.... what happened," Toast explained, biting his lip.

"What!? No! I'm fine!" Ghost argued, annoyed at Toast's protective nature.

"Sir, you need rest. You're hurt."

"No! I'm fine!"

"Sir," Toast placed his hands on Ghost's shoulders, meeting Ghost's eyes, "please."

Toast's pleading eyes left Ghost silent as he lowered his head, no longer arguing.
Toast smiled, knowing Ghost was done arguing.
The Brit pulled Ghost into a tight hug.
"Thank you. We'll be back soon, I promise."
Ghost nodded, burying his face into Toast's torso.

They left the kitchen.
"Colon, you and I are going on a mission. Spooker, could you stay with Ghost please?"