The sizzling and the amazing smell woke Beetlejuice up. He stood and stretched, then pawed his way out of the fort. He shifted back and rubbed his eyes, still a little groggy. 

"Morning, sunshine!" Riff Raff was cooking something in a skillet over the barrel. "Who wants hash browns?" 

The skillet was piled with chopped potatoes, peppers, onions, and sausage, and it smelled like heaven. 

"Come on Lyds!" Beetlejuice urged.