This choice: Do we stay with Beetlejuice? • Go Back... As time went on, Beetlejuice decided to keep his head at a normal size. Of course, he hadn't left the room, so he stayed there for days, weeks, months, and possibly years. This bored him so much, that he fell asleep on the couch he was sitting on. Then a fly came buzzing in, and even in his sleep, the ghost caught it with his tongue like how a lizard or frog does it. This right, this ghoul really has a taste for bugs. Could be where he got the name "Beetle."
"NUMBER 9,998,383,750,000!" shouted the voice of a much older woman.
Beetlejuice sprung himself awake from the sound of it! In fact, it made him jump so high, he squished his head flat on the ceiling! He then landed on his bottom and inflated his face back to it's original state by puffing on his thumb.
The next minuet, the ghoul saw that the first receptionist had been replaced with another, who was a hideous blue octopus-like creature with big pink glasses, and red hair wrapped around in a beehive.
He look both ways and said,
"Hey, where’d the pretty one go?"
"Ha-ha," she sarcastically replied, "Very funny."
Just then, the door to the offices opened all by itself, revealing what looked like a man who had been run over, with a huge tire mark over his chest. He was run over so hard, he was looking pretty flat. What kept him up, was a long line of string hanging him up by his elbows like a clothes line.
"Beetlejuice," he called out, "party of one. Take your hand book and--"
“Follow me to Juno," the impatient ghoul so rudely interrupted. "I know, I know. Can we just move this along already, so I could pull more pranks later on?"
"Well, uh, The road kill man didn't know Beetlejuice well enough, so he continued, "come on."
He leads the prankish ghoul out through the door and into a corridor of even more office workers, typing, passing out files, and escorting their own clients to other offices. Some of the type writers were skeletons, while the others were suicidal souls who were gliding on nooses, passing out files.
"How do I look?," asked the road kill man.
"Oh fine, said the bored and sarcastic Beetlejuice, "you’re looking just fine."
"Thanks, I’ve been feeling a little flat!"
Not even at that joke made Beetlejuice laugh. In fact, the only one who was laughing was the Road kill man himself. The "flat-out" ghost slid right through a crack in the wall, while Beetlejuice floated up the stairs into Juno’s office, passing through the door using his ghostly powers.
The office, was a dark room with green lights shining around the desk. And behind the desk was an old woman with her throat slit and smokes bittering out of that cut as she puffed on a cigarette.
"Beetlejuice,how many times have I told you to knock before entering?" she complained by this.
The cranky ghost groaned as he floated back through the door, then he knocked on the it.
"Come in," she said.
Beetlejuice opens the door and walks all the way in to take his seat.
"Okay, Juno," he said to her, "what’s the scoop?"
She gave him a quick summary about his actions in the world of the living.
"I’ve received word that you’ve tricked the Maitlands into saying your name three times, and tormented them with your stupid bag of tricks."
"So?" that didn't bother him, so he waited for Juno to make a point.
"So, you’ve caused so much mayhem, that you nearly sent them flying off the Winter River Bridge with that silly disguise of yours."
Beetlejuice remembered it all too well. The Maitlands were a living married couple who were driving in a yellow Volkswagen beetle, along the Winter River Road, in Connecticut.
"Jane says we should sell the house to some other family," said Mrs. Maitland.
The Jane she was talking about was a sweet, kind hearted friend of the couple who requested that the house was just too big for the two of them.
"Barbara," Mr. Maitland replied, "I don’t think it’s any of Jane’s business."
Just then something had caught his attention.
"Hey, look out for that dog!"
He was right, for as they were getting close to the entrance of a crimson red covered bridge, there was a little Scottish terrier, crossing their path! As the wife turns the car directly away from the creature, the car smashed a hole through the wall of the bridge, making them stuck in between the edge and the river. Little did they know, that the dog was laughing at this scene, then it turned out to be Beetlejuice in disguise the whole time!
Back at the office, Beetlejuice chuckled at it and said,
"Oh yeah, those were the good times."
"Don’t you see the point?!" exclaimed Juno. "You could have sent them falling off the edge, and drowned them in the river! You could have ghosts of them!"
"But I didn’t," he smirked. "Look at the bright side, Junie, at least you don’t have to make clients out of those two deadbeats. If only they didn’t find that page in my spell book to send me back."
That was the only thing that bugged the insensitive prankster. For the only way he could be summoned, is by calling his name three times. The same could be said for sending him back to the Neitherworld.
"Do you want to get sent to Sandworm Land for that?"
That was the punishment for ghouls who couldn't behave in the Neitherworld. That was what frightened Beetlejuice the most!
"Whoa!" he reacted. "Sandworms. You know I hate ‘em."
"Then, next time, think before you pull another one of your stupid pranks," she warned.
"You can count on me, Juno, he replied with a positive attitude. "I’ll be extra careful on my old haunting routine. I won’t Juice any living people to death for as long I live. Which is kind of late for that, you know. After all, I’m the Ghost with The Most; the Number One Name in Laughter from the Hereafter, the world’s funniest—"
"Okay, okay. I get the point," Juno interrupted, annoyed by this. "Just get the heck out of here, and try to behave yourself!"
"Ha! You got it, Junie," He winked.
Beetlejuice disappeared from the office, leaving Juno alone to talk to herself for a minuet.
"How did I ever get to be this wacko’s caseworker?"
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