Beetlejuice smiled at that. "Damn right, kid. Thick and thin, right?" He seemed a little less pouty now as the Maitlands came to sit.

"Oh, I own a hardware store in town," Adam said with a smile. "And Barbara does pottery classes."

"So what do you want to do today, hun?" Barbara sat down with her toast and eggs. "Do you want to go into town, maybe? Charles is our chief of police. We could go talk to him about what happened if you want. I'm sure he could help."

"Hell no!" Beetlejuice perked up. "No cops! And no town. Those bastards are bound to be out looking for us. Unless...you could disguise yourseld somehow."