This choice: Continue on with Beetlejuice • Go Back... Suddenly, the prankish ghoul was caught in a gust of wind and covered in what looks like an orb of fog.
"Hey! What the--," exclaimed Beetlejuice at this.
In an instance he had vanished from sight!
In a second, Beetlejuice had found himself transported into what looks like a waiting room with even more ghouls and ghosts sitting around couches and chairs, minding their own business. One was a diver with a shark on his foot; another one a woman sawed in half, literally sitting beside herself; another a skydiver with broken tree branches sticking out of him; another a jungle explorer with his head shrunken and an African headhunter, sitting next to him. Beetlejuice ignores them, but furiously turns to the receptionist, who was a pretty woman, wearing a “Miss Argentina” Beauty ribbon, doing her daily job which was using her typewriter. He pounded on her window, which grabbed her attention. She immediately opened it up and spoke.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
The male ghost took a deep breath (Well if he still had any) and just as you thought he would yell at her, he actually said...
"Hey babes, how’re you doing?," in a very smooth-talking voice.
The receptionist, was completely annoyed by this. Who wouldn't?
"What do you want?" she replied.
"Oh, nothing much just why I was dragged all the way over here?"
"You’ll have to wait if you want your appointment for Juno."
Beetlejuice paused with what sounded like a car screeching its tires and crashing. Sure, it sounded cartoony, but that's how
"JUNO?!!!!" He yelled, for he knew that name very well. But sometimes, he wished he didn't.
"Aw come on," The Ghost complained, "I got better things to do than just sit around here, wait for my number to be called and get an appointment for that old bag!"
In an instance, Beetlejuice had found the bright side, in his way.
"But I guess it’s not so bad, once I’ve got you, toots."
The receptionist pressed his face away from herself as an obvious sign of rejection. Then slammed the window completely on that perverted ghoul! Beetlejuice, however, took his number, then turned to see there was room to sit in between the woman in half. He smirked at the sight of this, and then floated in to take his seat. The perverted ghoul started caressing her legs while she wasn't looking. Beetlejuice grabbed her skirt, to see what was underneath, but the lady turned to look and whacked him on his shoulder with her book.
"Hey!" Beetlejuice shouted in pain.
He immediately got up and walked to the other chair, where the explorer and the head hunter were.
"Sorry, didn’t see you sitting there," he obviously lied.
He then took his seat in between the two men.
"Women," he said to the explorer. "Don’t know what her problem is. Normally chicks…"
The Explorer turned his head on Beetlejuice, ignoring him. Beetlejuice took one good look at his number, which read 9,998,383,750,000. He looked at the number display which changed from 2 to 3. Poor impatient Beetlejuice sighed at this in frustration, until he saw the headhunter’s ticket that had a # 4 on it. The prankish ghoul smirked at this, then leaned is arm on the hunter.
"Pardon me,did you do that?" he pointed at the explorer's head.
That had also gotten the shrunken-head victim's attention.
"Very nice work let me ask you something. How did you get them down so small?"
The sneaky ghoul turned to look.
"Hey, there goes Elvis! Yo, King!"
Of course, there was no Elvis Presley there, but the hunter turned to look at where Beetlejuice was pointing at, while the tricky ghoul swiped tickets with the distracted one.
"Well, looks like I’m next," he chuckled, with no shame.
From that moment, the headhunter looked at his ticket, and realized that he had been tricked.
"Good thing too," Beetlejuice continued. "I got an appointment for Juno in about an hour and a half. Yeah something about my being careless with pranks and all, I don’t know what—"
Unfortunately for him, the headhunter sprinkled Beetlejuice with some weird form of glittery dust. All of a sudden, the ghost’s head began to shrink!
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?," his voiced started to sound high-pitched. "Hey, stop that! Hey, you’re messing up my hair! Hey come on! Whoa! Stop it! WHOA!!!!!!"
But then, he had a second thought.
"Hey, this might be a good look for me."
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