Jessica’s eyes popped open like a robot.  She bounced out of bed, dashed to the display case but came to a screeching halt.  A shock wave passed through Jessica’s body, imprisoning her vocal chords. 

     After a moment of silence, her throat released a high-pitched tone.  “Mom, Dad, help!” 

Her parents scurried into the room.

     Jessica panic-stricken, pointed at the floor.  “Look, Look at Buckwheat!” 

     “What happened?”  Sharon gasped.

     Her father interjected with confidence.  “I know what happened.  “Last night Spiff was back to his old tricks, and I had to tie him to the porch rail.” 

     Sharon gazed in disbelief.  “But how could Spiff open the door to the display case?  That’s impossible.”  

     Jessica tested the door.  “Dad, earlier I thought Spiff was responsible, but now I’m not so sure – it just doesn’t make any sense.  Maybe there’s a ghost in this house.”

     “You two are ridiculous there is a simple answer, so stop being foolish,” Bob said.

     Jessica carefully picked up Buckwheat.  “Well, I’m not going to take any more chances.  I’ll take Buckwheat to my room until the mystery is solved.” 

As Jessica embraced Buckwheat, a peeved look appeared on the female dolls’ faces.