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The Bowery Boys in The Haunted Mansion

As the Bowery Boys, led by the ever-confident Slip Mahoney, approached the imposing Gracey Mansion, the late afternoon sun cast long, eerie shadows over the sprawling lawn. The mansion loomed before them, its Gothic Revival Pointed-style architecture a stark contrast to the humble streets of New York they were used to. The intricate carvings and pointed arches reminded them of the grand designs of the Joel Rathbone mansion they had heard tales of back in the city. "Look at this dump," Slip quipped, trying to lighten the mood. "It's got more gables than a gossip's almanac!"

Sach, his eyes wide with wonder, looked up at the towering edifice. "Wow, Slip, it's like a giant gingerbread house," he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of awe and fear. Bobby, the youngest, clutched his hat tightly to his chest, his excitement barely containing the tremble in his voice. "Do you think it's really haunted?"

Whitey, ever the nervous one, swallowed hard. "Guys, I don't know about this. Maybe we should just… you know, leave the ghosts to the Ghostbusters." He glanced around, his eyes darting as if expecting a spectral apparition to appear at any moment.

Chuck, arms folded and a smirk playing on his lips, patted Whitey's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, Whitey. If there's anything spooky in there, I'll take care of it," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

"And what if it's a ghost?" Whitey retorted. "You can't sock a ghost, Chuck!"

Slip stepped forward, placing a hand on the ornate gate. "Don't worry, fellas. If the worst comes to the worst, we've got each other's backs, right?"

The group exchanged hesitant nods, their bravado slightly wavering in the face of the unknown. With a collective deep breath, they pushed open the creaking gate and began their cautious journey up the winding path to the mansion's entrance, the laughter of their earlier banter replaced by the solemn echo of their footsteps on the cobblestone. Little did they know, their adventure was just beginning, and the Haunted Mansion had quite the surprises in store for them.

"Look at this place, it's a regular graveyard smack in the middle of the park," Slip said, eyeing the overgrown plants and tilted birdbath with a mix of amusement and unease.

"Yeah, and that carriage," Sach pointed out, his voice hushed, "It's like it's waiting for a ghost to hop in and say 'Step on it!'"

"It's probably just for decoration," Bobby said, trying to reassure his friends, "You know, for the spooky atmosphere."

Whitey couldn't help but glance over his shoulder. "Decoration or not, I don't like the look of it," he murmured, his eyes following the path of the invisible horse's reins.

Chuck rolled his eyes. "You guys are letting your imaginations run wild. It's just a ride, remember?"

Slip grinned, his mood lifting at the sight of the dilapidated fountain. "Alright, let's get a move on before we miss our appointment with the other side!"

The group shuffled along the cobblestone path, the tension in the air palpable despite their attempts to keep the mood light.

As they approached the gate, the Bowery Boys couldn't help but notice the busts of a peculiar family, each with an expression of horror frozen on their faces. "Look at these mugs," Slip whispered, nudging Sach, "They look like they saw a ghost!" Suddenly, the embossed musical instruments on the crypt of Captain Culpepper Clyne began to play a mournful tune, the notes floating eerily through the air. Bobby's eyes widened. "Guys, I think that's supposed to be a warning!"

Whitey's knees wobbled. "See, I told you this place is haunted!"

But Slip was intrigued. He stepped closer to the tomb of Prudence Pock, the poetess, and read the words that materialized before them. "A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your silence," he recited, raising an eyebrow.

The crypt lid opened with a groan, revealing a fountain that began to spew water and bubbles. "Looks like someone's home," Chuck quipped, trying to keep the fear at bay.

Ignoring the chilling melody and the unsettling visuals, the group pressed onward, reaching the servant's entrance. With a final exchange of nervous glances, they stepped into the shadowy mansion, ready to confront whatever secrets lay within.

As they stepped into the foyer, the chilling notes of the pipe organ's "Grim Grinning Ghosts" grew louder, setting an eerie tone for their exploration. The once elegant space was now sparse, the grandeur of its past only hinted at by the faded wallpaper and dusty chandelier above. To their left, a portrait of a dashing young man, presumably the mansion's former owner, hung solemnly above the cold, unlit fireplace. The painting's eyes seemed to follow them as they moved, a shiver running down Whitey's spine.

"Looks like the party's been over for a while," Slip said, trying to shrug off the disquieting atmosphere. He approached the portrait and tapped the frame with a knuckle. "I bet this guy had some stories to tell," he mused.

Sach squinted at the painting. "Maybe he's the ghost that's been scaring folks?"

Whitey's eyes darted around the room. "I don't know about you guys, but I've had enough of ghost stories. Let's find a way out of here before we become part of the decor!"

Chuck chuckled, crossing his arms. "You're not scared of a little music and some dusty old paintings, are you?"

Bobby moved closer to the portrait, his curiosity piqued. "Do you think he's still here, watching over the place?"

"I wouldn't bet on it," Slip said, turning to face the others. "But if he is, I'm sure he's bored to death. Let's liven things up a bit, shall we?"

The Bowery Boys cautiously proceeded into the mansion, the haunting melody a constant reminder that they were not alone in the vast, empty halls.

Suddenly a voice boomed out from the darkness: "When hinges creak in doorless chambers. When strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker when the air is deathly still… That is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight."

The portrait of the dashing young man began to distort before their eyes, the handsome features morphing into a grotesque visage of decay. "You guys aren't going to believe this," Slip stammered, his bravado momentarily forgotten. The once-handsome man now had sunken eyes and a gaping, skeletal smile. "This is definitely not part of the usual tour!"

The wall beside the grisly portrait slid open with a dramatic flourish, revealing the octagonal room. The group stumbled in, their eyes drawn to the four portraits adorning the walls, each accompanied by a gargoyle holding a flickering candle. The room pulsed with an unnatural energy, the air thick with anticipation.

"Well, if this isn't a VIP pass to the afterlife, I don't know what is," Slip quipped, trying to regain his composure.

Sach took a tentative step forward. "Look, guys, it's like the pictures are watching us!"

Whitey's eyes darted around nervously. "I don't like this, Slip. It's like we're in a room full of… of… ghost judges!"

Bobbysquared his shoulders. "Let's keep moving. Maybe there's a way out through here."

Chuck nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and maybe we'll find someone to tell us what's going on in this spooky place."

The Bowery Boys cautiously entered the octagonal chamber, their footsteps echoing through the silent mansion. Unbeknownst to them, the ghosts of the mansion were indeed watching, curious about these living intruders who had stumbled upon their eternal abode. The portraits' eyes seemed to follow them, hinting at the secrets they held and the adventure that lay ahead.

"Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion." The voice boomed out. "I am your host, your Ghost Host. Our tour begins here in this gallery. Here, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now."

The Bowery Boys stumbled backward as the walls of the octagonal room stretched upwards, the portraits elongating to reveal their morbid finales. Slip gaped at the bearded man in his underwear, poised over the keg of dynamite. "Looks like he's about to have a real blast from the past!" he quipped, trying to mask his unease.

Sach pointed at the lady on the tightrope, his voice cracking with nervous laughter. "Hey, she's got alligator legs!"

Whitey's eyes bulged at the sight of the old woman with the rose. "Oh no, not poor George! What'd he do to deserve that?"

Bobby nudged Chuck. "Looks like that guy in the bowler hat picked the wrong pals for a piggyback ride!"

Their humor was a thin veil over their growing apprehension as the room's atmosphere grew increasingly eerie. The stretching portraits seemed to cackle along with the Ghost Host's sinister narration, the mansion's secrets unfolding before them like a macabre pop-up book.

"This is it, folks," Slip said, swallowing hard, "The real McCoy. Let's not stick around for the grand finale."

Chuck nodded firmly. "You got that right, Slip. Time to find the exit before we're part of the next exhibit."

Whitey, his eyes glued to the stretching walls, whispered, "I think we're already part of the show."

"Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis." The Ghost Host said ominously. "Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination — hmm? And consider this dismaying observation, This chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!" The Ghost Host unleashed a bone chilling laugh which reverberated throughout the room. The Bowery Boys had all eyes glued to the celling. "Of course, there’s always my way."

The lights flickered and went out, plunging the room into complete darkness. A deafening clap of thunder rattled the windows, and the flash of lightning revealed the skeletal corpse of their host hanging from the rafters. The Bowery Boys' collective gasp was drowned out by the shrill scream that followed, their hearts racing in unison. The sound of shattering bones pierced the silence before the lights abruptly returned, and the terrifying sight had vanished. In its stead, a previously unseen wall slid open, revealing a hidden passage beckoning them into the mansion's depths. "Let's get out of here!" Whitey yelled, his voice cracking with fear. "But remember," Slip said, trying to regain his cool, "we're here to find the way out, not to get spooked by a couple of cheap tricks!" With newfound determination, the group stepped into the passage, ready to face whatever lay ahead, their laughter replaced by the echo of their racing footsteps in the gloom.

"Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely," The Ghost Host said apologetically with a slight touch of mirth. "The real chills come later. Now, as they say, “look alive,” and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please."

Continuing down the shadowy hallway, the Bowery Boys found themselves in a short queue that seemed to lead to an even darker part of the mansion. The air grew colder, and the distant sound of creaking floorboards and faint whispers grew louder. "What's with the line?" Sach asked, his voice shaking slightly. "This place is supposed to be empty, right?"

Whitey nodded, his eyes darting around the dimly lit space. "Yeah, unless we're waiting for the ghost of a butler to serve us some spectral tea?"

"I don't know about you, but I'd rather not wait for the after-life refreshments," Slip said, his attempt at humor failing to hide his own nerves.

Bobby poked his head through an archway, only to pull back quickly. "Guys, I think I see the way out!"

Chuck leaned in to get a better look. "Or it could be the way to the dungeon."

"What's this?" Slip questioned as they approached the Doom Buggies, his curiosity piqued. "Looks like we're getting a ride out of this after all," he quipped, trying to put a positive spin on their situation.

"Yeah, but to where?" Whitey's voice quivered, eyeing the shadowy vehicles warily.

"Don't worry, Whitey," Chuck said, slapping him on the back, "It's all just for the fun of it."

Sach looked around, his eyes landing on the stretching room behind them. "If you say so, Chuck. But I don't know if my stomach can handle any more surprises."

"Just remember, we're in this together," Bobby said, trying to bolster their spirits.

The Ghost Host's disembodied voice filled the space once more. "And now, a carriage approaches to carry you into the boundless realm of the supernatural," he announced, his tone dripping with mystery. "Once on board, remain safely seated with your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside. And watch your children, please."

The group exchanged looks, the reality of their situation setting in. This wasn't just a mansion tour; it was an immersive experience, and they were about to embark on a journey through the afterlife itself. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, they climbed into the Doom Buggies, ready to face whatever spooky delights the Haunted Mansion had in store for them.

"Do not pull down on the safety bar, please," the Ghost Host's voice echoed around them, sending a shiver down their spines. "I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times." With a metallic clank, the safety bar descended, securing the Bowery Boys in their Doom Buggies. The vehicles jolted to life, gliding smoothly into the inky blackness of the mansion's interior.

"Whoa, hold on!" Slip yelled as the Doom Buggies plunged into the steep stairwell, the floating candelabra casting an eerie glow on their faces. They passed under the landing, and as they did, the candelabra tilted precariously as if to greet them before righting itself with a ghostly flourish. The sudden transition into the hallway was jolting, and they found themselves staring at the four paintings. With each flash of lightning, the images transformed from serene to terrifying, the woman's dress becoming a tiger's fur, the sloop morphing into a ghost ship, the knight's flesh peeling away to reveal bones, and the peaceful scene in the Greek temple turning into a grim tableau with Medusa.

Whitey clutched the safety bar, his knuckles white. "I don't like this, guys," he whimpered. "It's like we're in a funhouse that forgot to take its happy pills."

"Keep it together, Whitey," Chuck said, though his own voice held a tremor. "It's all just part of the act."

Sach leaned forward, his eyes wide. "But what if it's not?"

Bobby spoke up, his voice steady. "Then we're in for the ride of our lives."

Slip grinned, trying to rally his friends. "And remember, we're the Bowery Boys. We've faced down worse than a bunch of painted ghosts!"

"Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please." The Ghost Host continued. "We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights."

The paintings shuddered, and the room grew colder. The Bowery Boys exchanged nervous glances, the laughter dying on their lips as the gravity of their situation sank in. They were about to find out if the Haunted Mansion was all fun and games or if the ghosts within had some genuine surprises in store for them.

Leaving the hallway, the Bowery Boys found themselves in a vast library, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and dust. "Wow, talk about a ghost writer's paradise," Slip quipped, though his voice was not as steady as he'd like it to be. Phantom hands darted out from the shelves, sending a chill down their spines as they plucked books from their resting places, the pages fluttering eerily in the still air. An empty chair in the center of the room rocked back and forth, as if the invisible sitter was deep in contemplation. A ladder slid smoothly across the floor, reaching for books as if guided by an unseen librarian. "Our library is well stocked with priceless first editions, only ghost stories, of course, and marble busts of the greatest ghost writers the literary world has ever known," The Ghost Host announced proudly.

Sach's eyes grew wide as he took in the scene. "Look at all these books," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and fear. "I didn't know you could write about ghosts without actually seeing one first!"

Whitey's gaze was glued to the marble busts. "Those guys look like they've got more stories than the Library of Congress," he said, his voice a high-pitched squeak.

"Let's not get too cozy," Chuck warned, his eyes scanning the room. "We're not here to borrow a book."

Bobby nodded in agreement. "We've got to keep moving. Maybe there's a map to the exit in one of these tomes."

As the Doom Buggies rolled into the Music Room, the Bowery Boys couldn't help but gape at the sight before them. An invisible specter played a hauntingly beautiful Rachmaninoff-style melody on the grand piano, the instrument's keys moving as if by unseen hands. The shadow of the ghostly pianist danced across the floorboards, in time with the dramatic crescendos of the tune. The storm outside seemed to match the mood of the room, the lightning casting eerie flashes through the stained-glass windows, illuminating the ghostly scene within.

"Looks like we've got a virtuoso on our hands," Slip quipped, trying to lighten the tension.

Whitey's eyes were glued to the shadow. "I don't think I've ever been this close to a ghost without it trying to scare me!"

"Or us trying to scare it," Sach added with a nervous chuckle.

"They have all retired here, to the Haunted Mansion." Continued The Ghost Host. "Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here. But there’s room for 1,000. Any volunteers?"

Entering the main stairwell, the Bowery Boys' jaws dropped at the sight of the impossible architecture. The stairs twisted and turned in every conceivable direction, a dizzying maze of wood and shadow. "What in the name of the M.C. Escher is this?" Slip exclaimed, his eyes trying to follow the paths that defied gravity. The ghostly footprints, illuminated by the flickering candles, danced up and down the steps, creating an optical illusion that had them questioning their very perception of reality.

"Looks like we're in a ghostly game of Chutes and Ladders," Sach said, his voice shaking slightly.

Whitey clutched the safety bar, his eyes darting from one disorienting step to the next. "I'm not sure I can handle this," he murmured.

Chuck leaned over to Whitey. "You can do it, pal. Just keep your eyes on the prize: the exit."

"But what if we're the prize?" Bobby whispered, his voice barely audible over the mournful organ music that filled the space.

The Ghost Host's voice echoed around them, "Well, if you should decide to join us, final arrangements may be made at the end of the tour."

In the eerie silence that followed the Ghost Host's words, the walls of the stairwell seemed to come alive with the sudden appearance of glowing, blinking eyes, scattered across the patterned wallpaper like a twisted constellation of stars. The Bowery Boys squinted, trying to make sense of the sight before them. "What the…?" Slip began, his voice trailing off as he took in the disconcerting wallpaper.

Whitey's grip on the safety bar tightened. "Slip, tell me that's not real."

"I'm not so sure, Whitey," Slip replied, his voice a mix of amazement and fear. "It's like we're in a room full of peeping Toms from the other side!"

Bobby nudged Sach. "Look, it's like they're watching us!"

Sach leaned in closer to the wall, his curiosity piqued despite the creeping dread. "Maybe they're just wallflowers at the ghost party," he suggested with a forced laugh.

"Wallflowers with a nasty stare," Whitey said, his voice quivering.

Chuck took a deep breath. "Come on, guys, we're in Disney World. Nothing here can hurt us. It's all just for the thrill."

"A charming 'ghostess' will be on hand to take your application," said The Ghost Host. "We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills."

The Doom Buggies glided through the stairwell and into the second floor hallway, where the sound of the Ghost Host's voice grew hushed. "Shhh, listen!" he hissed, and the keening grew louder, sending a shiver down their spines. The hallway stretched on forever, lined with creaking doors that seemed to hold secrets beyond their wildest imaginations. A solitary candelabra floated in the center, casting eerie shadows on the walls that made the armchair and suit of armor seem alive with malicious intent. "Look at that," Slip whispered, pointing at the floating chandelier, "It's like it's leading us to the VIP haunting suite!"

Sach's eyes grew wide as he stared at the suit of armor. "Do you think it's got a ghostly guest inside?"

Whitey leaned in, his voice a tremble. "Or maybe it's just waiting for someone to sit in that chair," he suggested, nodding to the chair that appeared to be watching them with its carved facial features.

Bobby swallowed hard. "Let's just keep moving," he said, his eyes darting from door to door, as if expecting something to jump out at any moment.

Chuck tried to put on a brave face. "It's all just for show, right?" But even he couldn't hide the waver in his voice.

The keening grew more intense, the walls seeming to close in around them. The Bowery Boys clung to each other, their laughter replaced by the tightness in their chests. They had signed up for a thrill, but the line between reality and illusion was blurring, and the mansion's haunts were feeling all too real. As they passed the floating candelabra, the suit of armor took a subtle step forward, its eyes following them, and the chair's "face" twisted into a sinister smile. The air grew colder, and the hairs on the back of their necks stood on end. The mansion was definitely not playing by their rules anymore.

"H-H-Hey, what's that noise?" Whitey stuttered as the keening grew louder, his eyes darting around the shadowy conservatory.

"It's just the wind," Chuck said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

"Or it's the ghost of Lady Gaga," Slip quipped, trying to ease the tension.

But their laughter was cut short as they approached the center of the room. A coffin, adorned with a dusty funeral wreath, sat in the middle, surrounded by the desolate remains of what once were lush plants. The lid began to rise with a tortured creak, revealing skeletal hands desperately pushing against the wood, the sound of their struggle echoing through the space.

"Let me out! Let me outta here!" The muffled cries sent a chill down their spines, and they watched in horror as the hands continued their futile escape attempt.

"Guys, I think we've seen enough," Bobby said, his voice trembling.

"Yeah," Sach agreed, "I don't think this place is for the faint of heart… or the living, for that matter."

"This way, please," the Ghost Host's voice directed them as their Doom Buggy jolted backward, sending them down a corridor lined with twisted doors. Slip's grin faded as the cacophony of unearthly noises grew louder, the doors seemingly alive with the rage of whatever was trapped within. Sach's eyes widened with terror as the doors bulged and groaned around them. "Is that door breathing?"

Whitey's knuckles turned white on the safety bar.

The others remained silent, too stunned by the macabre scene to speak. The door knockers rattled in time with their racing hearts, the cries and laughter growing more desperate with each passing second.

As they approached the grandfather clock, the ticking grew louder, until the very air seemed to pulse with the madness of time unraveling. The shadow of a clawed hand slithered over the clock face.

The Bowery Boys gulped as their Doom Buggies rolled into the dimly lit Séance Circle. The air grew thick with an otherworldly energy, the scent of incense mingling with the ominous sound of a raven's caw. They stared in amazement at the crystal ball hovering over the table, its misty depths swirling with spectral lights. "Madame Leota's got quite the show going on," Slip murmured, his bravado slightly shaken.

"What's she doing?" Sach asked, his voice trembling.

"Summoning spirits, I think," Bobby whispered, his eyes fixed on the raven perched on the chair's back, watching them with unblinking eyes.

"Yeah, and it looks like she's got the whole band up there," Chuck added, nodding at the instruments floating around the crystal ball.

Whitey's eyes darted around the room. "I don't like this. It's like we're in the middle of a ghost convention!"

The raven cackled, and the table began to shake. The spirit of Madame Leota's head materialized within the crystal ball, her eyes glowing with an eerie light. "The party's just getting started, boys," she said with a mischievous smile.

"Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat, call in the spirits, wherever they’re at! Rap on a table — it’s time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond…Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with your tambourine! Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond, let there be music from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!"

The group held their breath as the spirits of the mansion responded to her call, their images flickering into existence around the room. The raven cawed again, and the instruments played a haunting tune, the notes resonating in their very souls.

Suddenly The Ghost Host spoke: "The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me… I’ll see you all a little later."

"Look at them go!" Slip exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement as the ghostly partygoers danced and played below. The balcony they found themselves on offered a breathtaking view of the grand hall, now alive with the spectral shindig. The birthday ghost's tunes played on, the flickering candles casting a warm glow over the decayed festivities. "It's like we crashed the afterlife's version of a speakeasy!"

"And it's not even my birthday," Sach muttered, watching the ghosts vanish and reappear with each candle's flicker.

Whitey leaned over the railing, his eyes following the old woman's rocking chair. "How does she do that?"

"Magic!" Bobby whispered, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and fear.

Chuck's gaze was drawn to the duelists emerging from their paintings. "It's like they're stuck in a never-ending loop," he said, a hint of awe in his voice.

As the storm outside raged on, the wraiths from the hearse and windows added to the whirlwind of ethereal activity. The organ's melody grew more frantic, the tiny spirits popping out of the pipes like a twisted jack-in-the-box. The Bowery Boys clung to the railing, unsure whether to laugh or run. The Haunted Mansion had transformed from a spooky amusement into a full-blown phantasmagoria, and they were right in the middle of it.

Leaving the Grand Hall, the Bowery Boys were led into a dark and dusty attic, where the air was thick with the scent of decaying memories. The rhythmic thump of a beating heart echoed through the space, punctuated by the chilling notes of "The Wedding March" played on a piano that seemed to have a life of its own. The room was cluttered with forgotten relics of happier times, now twisted into a macabre display of matrimonial madness. Their eyes were drawn to the five wedding portraits adorning the walls, each with the same bride but a different groom, their heads fading away and reappearing as if in a grim game of hide and seek. The sound grew louder, more intense, until it was almost painful to listen to. Then, amidst the cobwebs and shadows, they saw her—Constance, the ghostly bride. Her eyes gleamed with a manic glee as she held a bouquet of flowers, her voice a ghostly whisper as she recited her twisted vows, "I do. … I did!" Each time she spoke, a spectral hatchet would materialize in her hands, only to vanish again with her laughter. The group exchanged horrified glances, their hearts racing in unison with the erratic piano. "Let's get out of here," Chuck murmured, his voice barely audible over the cacophony. As if in answer, the piano's music grew softer, the heartbeat fading away. They spotted an open window, the promise of escape beckoning them. With a collective gasp, they rushed towards it, their Doom Buggies bumping over the uneven floorboards, and plunged into the stormy night beyond, leaving the haunting melody and the madness of Constance's attic behind.

As the Doom Buggies descended the stairs backwards, the Bowery Boys found themselves in the midst of a ghostly graveyard, the storm's fury matching the chaotic scene around them. The raven that had cawed earlier now sat on a tree branch, watching them with a knowing gleam in its eye. "Look, it's like the whole mansion threw a party and forgot to invite the living," Slip quipped, trying to keep the mood light. The caretaker and his dog stood frozen, their expressions a mirror of the group's own terror. The graveyard buzzed with spectral activity, music and laughter floating through the air as ghosts danced and played among the tombstones.

Sach pointed at the phantoms playing instruments. "Hey, they've got their own band!"

Whitey stared at the King and Queen. "They're… they're swinging from a tree branch!"

Bobby noted the Singing Busts, his eyes wide. "Those heads can really belt it out!"

The Beheaded Knight and his companions' song grew louder, the Mummy's desperate attempts to communicate with the deaf spirit eliciting a stifled laugh from Chuck. The scene was a whirlwind of madness and macabre merriment, the line between life and death blurring before their very eyes.

As they approached the Mausoleum, the raven that had accompanied them earlier perched on the door, cawing a greeting that seemed almost mocking.

Then a familiar voice is heard, "Ah, there you are!" It was The Ghost Host. "And just in time… there’s a little matter I forgot to mention."

"Beware of Hitchhiking Ghosts!"

As their Doom Buggies approached the exit of the graveyard, the Bowery Boys spotted three hitchhiking spirits lounging by the side of the path: a dapper Traveler, a cheeky Skeleton, and a mischievous Prisoner, each with a grin that seemed to say 'pick me!' The spirits waved, their spectral forms beckoning the group to take them along for the ride. "They've selected you to fill our quota," the Host continued, his tone playfully sinister, "and they'll haunt you until you return!"

The boys exchanged nervous glances. "What's he talking about, Slip?" Sach asked, his voice quivering.

"I think it's our cue to leave," Slip said, his grin forced.

But as they drove through the archway, the mirrors surrounding them came to life, reflecting not their own faces, but those of the Hitchhiking Ghosts sitting alongside them. The Traveler's top hat sat jauntily on Slip's head, the Skeleton's grin matched Sach's own, Bobby had a noose around his neck, and Chuck and Whitey were sandwiched between the Prisoner's ghostly arms. The ghosts waved merrily, as if they had been there all along, joining in on their unearthly adventure. "Looks like we've got some stowaways," Slip murmured, his attempt at humor not quite reaching his eyes.

As the Bowery Boys' Doom Buggies approached the final stretch of their haunting journey, they saw a tiny, ethereal figure perched atop a crypt. She was no more than a doll in size, yet her presence was palpable. Dressed in a white satin gown with a hood that concealed her face, she had long, flowing blue hair and glowed with an otherworldly pallor. In her hand, she clutched a bouquet of lifeless flowers, her voice as soft and cold as the chill in the air. "Hurry back," she sang, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous twinkle, "Be sure to bring your death certificate, if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now! We've been dying… to have you." This was Little Leota, the Ghostess, and she watched them with an unsettling anticipation. The group exchanged nervous glances, unsure if they were ready to leave the thrilling yet terrifying embrace of the Haunted Mansion, but knowing they had to face the real world again. With a final chuckle from their spectral passengers, the Hitchhiking Ghosts vanished, and their Doom Buggies emerged into the night, the storm now a gentle patter on the cobblestone path. They had survived the mansion's eerie embrace, but the memory of Little Leota's invitation lingered, a haunting reminder of the secrets they had uncovered in the heart of the park's most mysterious attraction.

"Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!" Laughed The Ghost Host.

As the Bowery Boys stumbled out of the Doom Buggies, their legs unsteady from the nerve-wracking ride, they couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being watched. "Looks like we're ghost-free," Slip said, trying to sound more relieved than he felt. They looked around the unnaturally quiet graveyard, the storm now just a faint whisper in the distance. "Let's get out of here before we're invited to another party we don't wanna crash," he suggested, a hint of nerves in his voice.

Whitey looked back at the mansion, his eyes lingering on the windows. "You don't think they're gonna follow us, do you?"

"They're just trying to keep the mystery alive," Chuck said, slapping a hand on Whitey's back, "It's all part of the show."

Sach scratched his head. "But what if it's not just a show?"

Bobby nods. "Let's just go before we find out."

They hurried down the path, the mansion's looming presence seemingly less menacing with each step they took away from it. The sound of their laughter grew louder, trying to drown out the whispers of the night. As they neared the park's bustling main street, the chatter of other guests and the jovial tunes of the carousel wafted through the air. The mansion's eerie spell began to break, but they couldn't shake the feeling that the Haunted Mansion had left its mark on them, a reminder that sometimes the most thrilling adventures were the ones you didn't plan on taking.

#The Bowery Boys #Terrence Aloysius “Slip” Mahoney #Leo Gorcey #Horace DeBussy “Sach” Jones #Huntz Hall #Bobby #Bobby Jordan #Whitmore “Whitey” Williams #William “Billy” Benedict #Charles “Chuck” Anderson #David Gorcey #walt disney world #the haunted mansion

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Full Sanders Sides Recap and Timeline as of the start of 2024

I’m bored so here is a full timeline recap of the Sanders Sides episodes (as well as a few important off-camera events and the more episodic Sanders ASides) before the season 2 finale!

Recap under the cutoff

Season 1- 17 Episodes (October 19, 2016 - July 15, 2017)

S1 E1- My True Identity

October 19, 2016

Lore revealed: Creativity/Prince, Logic/Teach, and Morality/Dad are introduced

Episode summary: C!Thomas and the sides talk about different aspects of Thomas’s personality

S1 E2- WAY TOO ADULT

November 21, 2016

Stove is introduced and then never seen again :(

C!Thomas and Morality discuss ways of becoming an adult and independent

S1 E3- Taking on ANXIETY with Lilly Singh!!

December 19, 2016

Anxiety is introduced

C!Thomas and C!Lilly Singh talk about the different ways to cope and deal with anxiety

S1 E4- A New Year of Lying to Myself… In Song!!

January 2, 2017

First song of the series, Lies, is sung

C1Thomas and the sides talk about goals for the New Year

S1 E5- The Dark Side of Disney!

January 9, 2017

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas, Creativity, and Anxiety talk about the different messages Disney movies provide

EVENT- Vine shuts down, C!Thomas moves to making content on YouTube

January 17, 2017

S1 E6- I’M IN A DISNEY SHOW!!

January 23, 2017

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas accounts his experiences being on a Disney show with the sides

S1 E7- The MIND vs. The HEART!

January 30, 2017

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas, Logic, and Morality come up with compromises for past arguments

S1 E8- Alone on VALENTINE’S DAY!

February 13, 2017

C!Valerie is introduced

C!Thomas and the sides discuss how to ask someone out on a date using C!Valerie as an example

S1 E9- Losing My Motivation

Feb 28, 2017

Logic’s name is revealed to be Logan

C!Thomas, Logic, and Morality investigate to find out why C!Thomas is procrastinating on working on a new video

S1 E10- Sanders Sides Q&A!

March 7, 2017

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas and the sides answer questions from the viewers

S1 E11- Am I ORIGINAL?

March 22, 2017

Prince’s name is revealed to be Roman

C!Thomas and the sides discuss different ideas trying to get an original idea

S1 E12- My NEGATIVE Thinking

April 4, 2017

No important lore discoveries or reveals

Logan and Anxiety have a debate after C!Thomas flunked an audition earlier that day

EVENT- First birthday of C!Thomas since the start of the series

April 24, 2017

S1 E13- Growing Up

May 1, 2017

Morality’s name is revealed to be Patton and the mind palace is introduced

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the proper steps to adulthood

S1 E14- Making Some Changes!

May 23, 2017

The sides are revealed to be able to shape shift

The sides shape shift into C!Thomas’s friends, C!Joan, C!Talyn, C!Terrence, and C!Valerie

S1 E15- Becoming a CARTOON!

June 9, 2017

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas breaks into C!Butch Hartman’s office in an attempt to become a cartoon, and him and the sides become cartoons for a day

S1 E16- ACCEPTING ANXIETY, Part 1/2: Excepting Anxiety!

June 10, 2017

Anxiety ducks out, and the concept of the sides having their own rooms is introduced

C!Thomas and the sides find out that Thomas doesn’t have any anxiety and come up with a plan to go to his room to find out why

S1 E17- ACCEPTING ANXIETY, Part 2/2: Can Anxiety Be Good?

June 10, 2017 (Posted IRL on July 15, 2017)

Anxiety’s room Anxiety’s name is revealed to be Virgil, and Anxiety gets a redemption arc

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the positives of anxiety

EVENT- C!Thomas and C!Thomas’s ex break up (C!Thomas’s ex’s name unknown, but is referred to as an “Old lover” in the Wes Anderson Sanders ASides)

July 15, 2017

Season 2- 15 Episodes (September 1, 2017 - Present)

S2 E1- Fitting In (Hogwarts Houses!)

September 1, 2017

The sides get costume updates

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the idea of fitting in using the idea of Hogwarts houses from Harry Potter

S2 E2- MOVING ON, Part 1/2: Exploring Nostalgia

October 3, 2017

Patton’s room is revealed

C!Thomas and the sides go to Patton’s room so Thomas can cope with a recent breakup

S2 E3- MOVING ON, Part 2/2: Dealing With a Breakup

October 2, 2017 (Posted IRL on October 25, 2017)

Patton gets his iconic cat hoodie from Logan

The plot of the first part continues as C!Thomas and the sides discuss the negative sides to nostalgia after Logan leaves

S2 E4- The Sanders Sides 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS!

December 24, 2017

No important lore discoveries or reveals

The sides sing their rendition of the Christmas carol, The 12 Days of Christmas, with several different antics

EVENT- C!Thomas misses a reading of C!Joan’s play

February 2, 2018

S2 E5- Can LYING Be Good??

February 3, 2018

Deceit is introduced and it’s revealed that the sides can only be seen by C!Thomas

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the many different forms of lies through stage theatre after C!Thomas misses a reading of C!Joan’s play

S2 E6- Why Do We Get Out of Bed in the Morning?

April 12, 2018

No important lore discoveries or reveals

Logan and Roman have a debate about why C!Thomas does everything that he does

S2 E7- Crofters - The MUSICAL!

April 19, 2018

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas, Logan, and Roman sing a song about jelly after getting a sponsorship from Crofter’s Organic and Logan gets his own jelly flavor

EVENT- Thomas is told about Lee and Mary Lee’s wedding

September 26, 2018 (date revealed by Logan in SvS)

S2 E8- Learning New Things About Ourselves

October 29, 2018

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas and the sides discuss learning new things about themselves while using puppets

S2 E9- EMBARRASSING PHASES: The Nightmare Instead of Christmas!

December 24, 2018

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the concept of phases using Halloween costumes

S2 E10- Selfishness v. Selflessness

March 31, 2019

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas and the sides discuss selfishness and selflessness in a mock court room setting after Thomas gets a callback scheduled for the same day as a wedding for his two friends, Lee and Mary Lee

S2 E11- Dealing with INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS

April 2, 2019 (Posted IRL on June 25, 2019)

The Duke is introduced and name is revealed to be Remus

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the topic of intrusive thoughts after Thomas couldn’t get to sleep due to a really bad nightmare

S2 E12- Are There Healthy Distractions?

April 10, 2019 (Posted IRL on November 22, 2019)

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas and the sides discuss different kinds of distractions while watching Disney’s Frozen

S2 E13- Putting Others First - Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux

April 13, 2019 (Posted IRL on May 1 2020)

Deceit’s name is revealed to be Janus

C!Thomas, Roman, and Patton discuss the concept of putting other people before yourself

EVENT- POF endcard scene

April 30, 2019

S2 E14- Flirting with Social Anxiety

October 10, 2020

Nico Flores is introduced

C!Thomas, Roman, and Virgil work out a way to try and talk to a guy in the food court of a mall

EVENT- The Return of the Jam!- The sides all get their own jelly flavors

February 19, 2021

S2 E15- Working THROUGH Intrusive Thoughts

April 20, 2021 (Posted IRL on July 31, 2021) (using the date that can be seen on C!Thomas’s phone in episode)

The orange side is teased for the first time through Logan’s outburst

C!Thomas and Logan discuss different kinds of intrusive thoughts while C!Thomas stresses about cleaning up his apartment

EVENT- Have I Grown? - Five Years Later (Sanders Sides 5 year anniversary special)

Posted: November 14, 2021

S2 E16- Can Plushies Improve Our Health? (Sanders ASides)

August 26, 2022

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the many ways plushies can be helpful

EVENT- “Into the Unknown” - Over the Garden Wall Cover (Sanders ASides)

October 31, 2022

Janus sings for the first time in the series

EVENT- If Wes Anderson Directed the Sanders Sides… (Sanders ASides)

June 23, 2023

EVENT- The Sides Need a Nice Day (Sanders ASides)

July 16, 2023

S2 E17- Virgil Reacts to Anxiety from Inside Out 2 (Sanders ASides)

November 19, 2023

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the different ways anxiety can present in other people after Virgil reacts negatively to the Anxiety character that was revealed in the trailer for Inside Out 2

S2 E18- What Makes the Perfect Gift? (Sanders ASides)

December 23, 2023

No important lore discoveries or reveals

C!Thomas and the sides discuss the many different types of gifts through a secret Santa type of activity when Thomas can’t think of a gift to give Nico

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