Phil: Yeah... Where's my body? I know I was killed here and I know my body is in a suit.

Phil: I have no idea. Also, you might want to clean that up. The manager will not like that at all.

Phil: I have no idea. I assume he either got away or was arrested... Why do you stuff us in suits?

Weezy:[gets mop and cleans up the bl00d] I swear, this stuff is very thick.

Weezy: I'll go make some pizza.

Phil: Hmm... Where was the suit put?

Weezy: T_T Aww man. Can you help out?

Phil: I want Pizza. I can't eat though... Mmm... *He floats off into a different direction.*

Weezy: [Cleans up most stuff]

Weezy: What kind of pizza are we making.

Phil:... *He floats past.* You wanted to make the Pizza.

Phil: I can't. I pass right through stuff. *He tries to grab a rolling pin.* See.

Weezy: I just want to learn to make a pizza. I am cool with anything. So, ham and cheese pizza it is.

Phil: Being a ghost does have it upsides though. *He walks through a wall, coming out the wall on the opposite side.*

Weezy:[watches in amazement]

Weezy: Are we making this a pretzel pizza or a red pizza?

Phil:... *He floats into the office.* Nothing to do... *He watches the camera.*

Weezy: I mean like with our without tomato sauce.

Weezy: Yeah[gives tray]

Weezy: Yeah sure[pours tomato sauce on the base and uses the spoon to even the sauce out]

Weezy: Hecks yeah! I'll decorate it like a christmas tree!

Weezy: I'll give you something for christmas.[puts on cheese]

Weezy: I need to give the kids stuff too.

Phil:... *He watches the camera, seeing a glimpse of something.* What the? *It disappears after he speaks.*

Weezy: [puts ham on pizza] I am gonna host tomorrow.

Weezy: That sounds fun, the pizza is ready for the oven.

Weezy: No, I will do it.[puts pan with pizza in the oven]

Weezy: K, I am gonna practice my hand walking.[starts a handstand in the hallway]

Weezy: Why not?

Weezy:[handwalks] Plus its part of my attack.

Weezy: It invokes fear and intimadation.

Weezy: You friggin leap like a tiger or something.

Phil:... *Floats past.* It's scarier than a monkey I tell you.

Weezy:[escalates into a crab walk]

Phil: What? You're scarier than him. He's literary a monkey. I'm going to see Bonnie. *He floats off towards the stage.*

Weezy: You guys are awesome and I am glad I am a target for comedic releif.

Phil:... *He comes back with a grin.* You're right Chica. He is the main act of the circus. I bet he'll look nice with a red nose.

Weezy: I am saying I am glad that i am the target.........wait a minute...........I am a weasel........

Weezy: Yeah........we need to use this routine for the kids.

Phil: Yeah. *He laughs a bit.*

Weezy: Pizza is ready. Plus, I can do more than act like a monkey. I am a wrestler.

Phil: You know what. *He teleports to the chair.* Show me how your monkey business scares people.

Weezy:[handwalks and falls down] Laugh. I dare you.

Phil: Alright. *He laughs.*

Weezy:[starts laughing] I look like an idiot.

Phil: You don't. You look great. *He smirks.*

Weezy: In my head literally.

Weezy: Okay guys I gotta turn off for a minute.[begins auto-shut dow sequence]

Phil: The Pizza is probably done. Hey, Weezy. Can I ask you something?

Weezy:[turn on] Yeah dude?

Phil:... *He floats to Weezy, whispering.* Should I tell her?

Weezy:(whispers)Tell her what?

Phil: You know. *He floats back to the chair.*

Weezy: What? I am lost.

Phil:... *He laughs.* You really want to know. It is your secret. Bonnie knows, I know. You can't hide it forever.

Weezy: Huh?[please forgive his obliviousness]

Phil:... *He sighs.* You really don't get it. *He whispers to Weezy.* I know you love Chica. Bonnie told me.

Weezy: Yeah, so?