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Guest Confession by the Gooey Green Galloping Ghost

Updated on July 11, 2012
The Gooey Green Galloping Ghost at the time of his arrest. Mr. Ghost claims the dog that captured him could talk, and also ate all of his groceries.
The Gooey Green Galloping Ghost at the time of his arrest. Mr. Ghost claims the dog that captured him could talk, and also ate all of his groceries.

And what was up with that one girl always losing her glasses?

OK—yes. I admit it. I dressed up as the Gooey Green Galloping Ghost, and I did try to scare people away from the old Riley mansion. Everyone knows there is all that gold hidden there.

Those kids got me—I admit it. But you have to listen to me! Their dog, man. I swear, it’s like that dog was talking. I mean, he wasn’t talking real clear—you could just barely understand what he was saying. But I swear he was talking. Talking! And it wasn’t just me—it’s like those kids, man. They could understand him too! I swear!

It’s like my cousin, man, two towns over. Those kids caught him, too. He was the Slimey Sludge Monster over there in Rock City. Yeah—he admits he was trying to scare people away from the swamp—everyone knows there is all that pirate treasure there. So, those meddling kids caught him, and he heard that dog talking, too!

OK, OK—so the dog doesn’t like, say much. He’s not like some prophet or anything, not like that poodle up in Black City. He mostly seems to say “rut-roh”—don’t ask me what it means. Oh, and him and his skinny friend—he’s a human—they eat, like, a lot. I had just gone to Trader Joe’s and stocked up on snacks. You know, in case looking for the gold took lots of time. They ate all my Trader Joe’s! Just went right to the mansion’s pantry and started pigging out! How rude is that?

Sorry—got off the subject there a little. Put me in jail, whatever. I’m just saying—I think you’d better check into that talking dog.

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