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    â€œWhat is it?” asked Gordon, covering his ears.
    â€œIt’s got to be—” I said.
    â€œGHOOOOOOOOSTS!” Grigore finished.
    The half dozen old monsters in the game room got up as fast as they could, knocking into one another as they shuffled around the shaking room.
    â€œWhy are you guys scared?” asked Gordon. “Didn’t Director Z tell you what was going on with our ghost friends?”
    The puppy flopped into the room, frightened out of its mind, and right into Nabila’s arms.
    â€œYip, yip, yip, yip,” it barked.
    â€œGET THAT THING OUT OF MY SIGHT!” A voice rattled our teeth, and Quincy’s father floated into the room.
    â€œVery angry ghost friends,” said Gordon.
    â€œFather! Father, stop!” Quincy yelled as he floated in after his father.
    But Quincy’s father didn’t stop. He headed right toward Grigore.
    â€œNoooooo!” Grigore cowered in the corner, holding the kitten tightly. “I don’t even have any teeth. You vouldn’t harm a helpless old vampire vith no teeth, vould you?”
    â€œHelpless old vampire?” huffed Quincy’s father. “You were the one that brought them into the house. These evil little things.”
    The kitten hissed from Grigore’s arms as Quincy’s father leaned in closer.
    The puppy growled in Nabila’s tight grip.
    â€œWhoa,” she said. “Settle down.” She tried to calm the dog, but it bit her. “OUCH!”
    She dropped the yipping puppy, and it scurried out of the room.
    â€œFather,” Quincy tried again. “Leave them alone. You’re worse than Great-Grandfather.”
    â€œYeah,” I said, moving next to Quincy. “What’s the big deal! It’s just a puppy and a kitten!”
    â€œDon’t tell me how to act, boys!” he shouted. “I’m defending our house! Our honor. How dare they bring these creatures into our home . . .”
    His ghostly face turned demonic; fangs poked out over his lips, his eyes glowed red, and he roared into Grigore’s face.
    â€œPlease, sir,” whimpered Grigore. “Please don’t drain me of my juice. Please.”
    â€œHe can’t hurt you,” I yelled at Grigore. “He’s just upset that you’re in his house and you let the dog and cat in.”
    â€œI can most certainly hurt him,” hissed the demon ghost. “I will scare him until he’s demented.”
    â€œToo late,” Gordon said, giggling.
    â€œGentlemen, gentlemen,” Shane said.
    He moved between the quaking vampire and the upset ghost. The kitten saw the perfect moment for escape and bolted into the hallway.
    â€œWe can work this out,” Shane said in his calmest Zen master voice. He turned to Quincy’s father with his hands up in surrender.
    â€œI know that you’re upset . . . um . . . ,” he said, “what’s your name?”
    â€œRICHARD,” roared the ghost.
    â€œAnd you have every right to let your feelings be known, Richard,” Shane said calmly. “But I’d ask that you calm down just a little, otherwise Grigore will only hear that you’re screaming, not that you’re saying something.”
    Richard roared again, this time blowing Shane’s hair back.
    â€œOkay, thank you for listening,” Shane said calmly, and then turned to me.
    â€œRichard, we didn’t have time to tell the monsters about you,” I said. “I’m sorry. But we were pretty tired yesterday, thanks to your big show at the PTA meeting.”
    â€œThat was fun,” squealed Quincy.
    â€œHar, har, har,” said Ben.
    â€œGrigore,” I said, “go find Claudine and Sir Kibblebreath. I’ll have to bring them back to my mother—if it really was the PTA that brought them into the house. They can’t stay here—not if you want to live in this place without being