John: Are we gonna hang out after school? Because we can't go to my house. My house is tiny.

Mike: Actually- *pulls out brooms and gloves and other cleaning supplies*

John: What's that?

Mike: We're gonna help clean up the mansion.

John: Now?

Mike: Yes now! *holds up a mask* There's gonna be a lot of dust.

John: *groans and takes it* Masks irritate my acne.

Mike: Oh yeah? *boops his pimples* Dialing for pizza. *walks away into the mansion*

John: *covers his face* Oh you ass!

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They just want to help them

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Mike: *sweeping*

John: *runs past him screaming* Black widows!!

Mike: What?! *runs with him*

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Exterminator: How old are you kids?

Chris: 21.

Faz: 21 exactly! *smiles*

Max: Definitely!

Exterminator: *looks at Chris* You're the parent aren't you?

Chris: What gave it away? *rolls his eyes and takes it, signing it* This is coming out of your allowance.

Max: I'll pay it.

Chris: Oh and I'm punishing you.

Max: What?! Why?

Chris: I'm avenging your brother. No allowance for a month.

Max: Noooooooooooo.

Faz: *snorts* I hope Alex feels better soon.

Brody: *floating in the window* What happened to Alex? Did he die?

Jerry: It's okay Brody! It's a figure of speech.

Jamey: *floats past them* No it isn't. He's dead.

Jerry: Jamey!!

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Exterminator: Huh. Well we did it, it wasn't easy, it felt like we were being watched the whole time.

Faz: Yikes.

Chris: Well it's over now. Thank you for your services.

Max: Let's continue cleaning!

John: No more spiders?

Mike: No more spiders.

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Tyler: The house smells weird now...

Felix: Smells fresh.

Jerry: The smell of dry blood is gone!

Jamey: I hate it.

Brody: You hate everything.

Jamey: Yeah? I hate you!

Nat: Don't fight guys!

Jerry: Shut up! They're cleaning! *takes more pictures*

Max: Everyone grab a broom and start brooming!

John: Ha! No. I'm dusting.

Faz: Okey dokey!

Mike: I don't care, just clean.

Chris: *brooming*

Felix: Whispers: Who's that?

Jerry: Whispers: I don't know.

Jamey: HEY!

Chris: *jumps and looks at Jamey*

Jamey: Who are you?!

Chris: Well who are you?

Jamey: *floats down* I'm a ghost, what are you?

Chris: I'm a single father, who's apparently adopted two other kids.

Jamey: *scrunches up his face* Adopted?

Mike: What's your last name?

Max: Wilde.

John: That's not bad.

Mike: Mike Wilde.

John: Maybe Camila can be my middle name. John Camila Wilde.

Jerry: *takes a picture of them*

Chris: *gasps* So that's where my camera was!

Max: *laughs a bit nervously*