"You got the right idea, fella." Beetlejuice hummed in approval.

He looked around sniffing the air slightly, before licking a wall. It was hard to tell if he was trying to find out where the ghosts had gone, or if it was just a Beetlejuice thing. It certainly looked as if he were trying to find something, but, it was a fifty-fifty shot, either way.

"Ghost society club? Sounds swanky. I wonder if it's the cool kind of club with funky lights and drugs or the lame kind with arm chairs and snobbery."