Dogjuice yelped as he was pummeled off the bed. When he flew back up, he was regular Beetlejuice again, but with four extra arms, each holding a pillow.

"Don't start fights you can't end, kid!" He flew at her, swinging pillows wildly. Hearing her laugh stirred up a joyfulness that he hadn't felt in a very long time. If ever. Neither had been given much of a chance at happiness in their lives...or afterlives. Sometimes it was the little things, like beating the absolutely hell out of each other with pillows.