The Grim Gazette Edit
Phineas: Ezra, Gus! Look at that, fellas. look how murky it is. Like the whole Mansion's been wrapped up in fog.
Ezra: Yup, same as yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that... It's been quite a while since we followed any mortals home. I'm just itchin' for some hitchin'. Ay, Gus?
Gus: I reckon I'm going stir crazy. I can't take much more. I feel like a prisoner, shackled at the ankle!
Ezra: You are...
Gus: I won't last much longer. We can go guys, right? I mean, how bad could it be, getting lost in the fog forever? Forever isn't that long. Let's go!
Ezra: NO! Gus!
Phineas: Don't do it!
Gus: I gotta get outta here! I gotta get outta here, jail break! Let me out!
Ezra: It's too dangerous.
Gus: What's the worst that can happen? We're ghosts!
Ezra: Exactly! We're ghosts. The rules of the living don't really pertain to us, do they? We don't know why the fog is here or what happens in it, and I for one don't care to find out - no matter how much I miss following the mortals home.
Gus: Is this fog ever gonna lift?
Phineas: Now just hold your hearses there, Gus. I've heard that some of the other esidual residents have started, what they're callin', a "Committee of Wandering Ghosts," and they're fixin' to do something about our, you know, travel troubles.
Ezra: You actually go to those committee meetings?
Phinease: Naw, course not, Ezra! You think I died yesterday? I'm not about to get on You-Know-Who's bad side, am I?
Gus: How come you know so much about it, then?
Phineas: Let's just say that a little birdie told me.
Gus: The raven?
Ezra: And they've got a plan?
Phineas: They believe they do. But who knows if it'll really work?
Gus: It was the raven, right?
Ezra: It better. Because if we can't hitchhike anymore, then what? I'm scared.
Phineas: We're all scared. We have to keep our spirits up. Don't let the fog go to our heads. And let's hope this Comittee does--