Dancing Ghouls

Tony the dancer was very famous. He was a star, an inspiration for other dancers in the area. He moved with grace and agility, something years of practice helped achieve. The Ultra Dancing Showdown was about to start, conquering this was his ultimate goal

from the early days of childhood. Tony drank in the theatre he had watched year after year, season after season. Dancers showing feats of impeccable grace and motion, all to win this competition. He was finally here.... "Tony! Who let you and your left feet in here?" hollered

Biff McTubbins. “You think you have it in you to win this competition, Tony?” Biff inquired, his breath rich with alcohol. “You couldn’t dance your way out of a high school prom.” Tony looked at Biff and ripped off his windbreaker, then his track pants. Only rhinestones remained.

No skin, no bones, just rhinestones and rhythm. The Biffster didn’t realize he had challenged the famous disco golem to a dance off. It turned out to be a life changing challenge.

He looked at his image in the mirrored wall closest to him and tipped his hat back at a jaunty angle. Satisfied with how fine he looked he arched an eyebrow and threw the golem a challenging look as the volume of the music rose drawing them both toward the dance floor. Biffster

looked across the room where upon he spied Lauren, the spookiest of the golems. He looked her up and down, she wore a purple sparkly dress, it perfectly fit her many many curves and the rotund arch of her goiter. This is HER he said. The ghoul I will marry.

He popped a few garlic mints and spritzed his Rätn-Eg Eau de Parfum. As he walked over, he suddenly heard shouting and she faded away. "FOR THE LAST TIME WAKE UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE!" His Mom had left him breakfast next to his bed. "Ugh..." Rolling his eyes, "time for school..."