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Hey! I noticed someone ate all the Oreos I bought,

which is crazy because I've had them in the house

for less than 24 hours.

I didn't want to say anything,

but I think the contractor ate them.

Liar! He is a liar!

I watched him eat the whole thing.

Cookie Bogarter!

Really? The contractor?

Yeah. And if you want to blow up the renovations

'cause of some cookies, I got your back 100%,

but I think that might be shortsighted.

I witnessed the gluttonous feast; it was unseemly.

There was shame in the man's eyes.

Wait, what are you looking at? Is it the ghosts?

Crumbs everywhere! Why not use plate?

They're telling on me, aren't they?

You are busted. This isn't fair.

You got a whole team of spies watching my every move.

I mean, they don't tell me everything.

Well, one of the cookies fell to the floor,

after which he ate it.

Oh, you ate a floor Oreo? Not cool, guys!

Not cool.

I would have called it a "Flooreo."

That's just my improv training kicking in.

Flooreo.

I wish I possessed the ability to write that down.

You know, every time I talk to the contractor,

it's like he adds another two weeks to the timeline,

or five grand to the budget.

Well, you know what? Here's an idea.

Next time we see him, let's just run away.

Bulletproof plan, babe.

Hi, there.

Oh, who's this?

Henry and Margaret Farnsby.

Wealthy next-door neighbors. Total squares.

Henry and Margaret Farnsby. Wealthy next-door neighbors.

Total squares.

Did you just say, "total squares?"

Ghost word. I guess they're uptight.

Yeah, man, they're all like "rules, yay!"

Oh, butterfly.

I'm Margaret Farnsby. This is my husband, Henry.

Hey. We've been dying to swing by, say welcome.

Drop off some of my award-winning cupcakes.

First place at the St. Anne's parish bake sale

seven years running.

Not that we like to brag.

He's lying, we love to brag.

You are so sweet. I'm Samantha, this is Jay.

Fair warning, he's a pretty talented chef himself.

Yeah, might give your cupcakes

a run for their money this year, Margaret.

Well, I certainly don't think that would be appreciated.

Oh, no, I was kidding.

Oh!

Our new neighbors are funny.

I love it!

Bless you.

Pardon. Uh, allergies.

Sneezing in public. So unladylike.

I told her a nip of cocaine

would wipe that hay fever right out, but does she listen?

I'm sorry, did you say cocaine?

Mm-hmm. Everyone knows cocaine's excellent for allergies.

Okay, well, in the 1980s it was a Schedule II narcotic.

Well, Peter, in the 1880s it was a medical wonder drug.

From headache to hysteria,

four out of five barbers prefer cocaine.

We heard you're doing some construction,

emphasis on the "heard."

Sorry, it'll just be a little while.

We're fixing the place up.

Yeah, we're gonna turn it into a pretty sick bed-and-breakfast.

Pretty sick?

No... Oh, sick is like, it's a good thing.

Yeah. It's like slang.

Slang and earrings.

That's fun.

I don't love the idea of a "pretty sick" business

adjoining our property.

Well, you know, I think, I think you're just

getting caught up on that one phrase.

Well, I don't know if you're aware, but the zoning

rules of our local Historical Preservation Board

require you to seek a permit to operate as a B and B.

Oh, I'm aware. We've applied for all the permits.

Oh, yeah, every single one.

Well, I-I don't see this getting approved.

Well, uh, with all due respect,

it's not really up to you.

Actually, it is.

You see, I'm the head of the Preservation Board.

Enjoy those cupcakes.

Oh, I loathe the Farnsbys.

They've been the Woodstone family rivals for generations.

Oh, yeah, their family were also robber barons, right?

Yes, but please don't put us in the same category.

The children that worked in our factories were far happier.

Hey, hey, Henry! Margaret! Wait up, wait up, wait up.

Listen, I-I think you got the wrong impression of us, okay?

We're not some young, crazy city folk

trying to run a rock 'n' roll hotel.

No. We're not even that cool.

I mean, Jay, he plays with action figures.

Well, I don't play with them, 'cause if you play

with them it lowers value.

See? Not cool.Okay.

Uh, you know what? Why don't you guys just

come over for dinner tonight, and then you'll see.

You'll see, we're-we're just a normal couple.

Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind a meal from a professional chef.

Yes, we'd love to come.

Great.

Already got dessert.Oh.

I just want to pet you.

Whee-hee-hee.

So, I'm thinking we go full charm offensive.

We butter them up, and then we reopen

the discussion about the B and B.

Mm-hmm.

Oh! This is too much food for just two people.

Wait a minute, are we having a dinner party?

Yeah, we sort of made a bad impression on the neighbors.

Yeah, I know. I was there.

Oh, Pete just came in. The arrow guy?

Or the award-winning travel agent or the great dad.

But sure, Arrow Guy, let's go with that.

So, what time is soup on?

You know, it's kind of a big night for us,

so I was sort of hoping maybe you guys would

just give us some space.

Uh, yes, sir, Pete, you gots to go.

No ghosts allowed. But we love dinner parties.

The smells, the fashions, the banter.

But sure, there's other stuff we can do.

Yeah, is that okay? Yeah.

There's a spider in the attic that's spinning

some pretty interesting stuff.

Oh, and I haven't tried to remember all the Star Trek

characters' names in a bit.

I mean, there's Spock, obviously.

What is she talking about, we can't attend the dinner party?

Who is coming?

Well, the Farnsbys.

All the more reason to have us.

They're terrible company.

No, Samantha will be appreciative we're there.

She actually explicitly said she'd appreciate it

if we were not there.

But there hasn't been a dinner party here

in over a decade; this isn't fair.

Ah, I live for dinner parties.

The repartee, the gentle mocking of the hostess

when she leaves the room.

"You call those potatoes, Abigail?"

That kind of thing, you know.

It's settled. We shall attend. Yes.

Wait, what are we attending?

Guys, she was really adamant.

She does not want us there.

Oh, fine. Then, as a compromise for Samantha,

I shall limit the guest list to me

and three ghosts of my choosing.

No, that is not what she wants.

Wait, why do you get to choose?

Because I built this house.

And that smart aleck question, along with your

incomplete formal attire, leaves you out in the cold.

You can't keep me out.

No, but Thor can, as my muscle

and my dear honored guest.

Yes! Made list! Congratulations.

The other two attendees shall be...

Alberta and Isaac.

Huzzah!

I had plans, but I'll move some things around.

Okay, this is insane. When I was alive,

I threw the party. I-I made the par... I wasthe party.

Hetty, please. I need this.

This sad display certainly made me confident in my decision.

Welcome to our humble abode.

Thank you.

We brought you a bottle

from our private collection. Thank you.

Damn, that is some good shh... chardonnay.

Let me show you to the dining room.

Presenting neighbors Henry and Margaret Farnsby.

Thor, what are you doing? Hetty told me to.

Oh, no.

Samantha, is this tablecloth a joke?

It is for a picnic.

Ooh. What vintage is that? Let me see.

No...

A... Woodstone Mansion tradition!

He is so funny.

And you are so clumsy.

Service!