It was a scorching day in Mexico. The Emeritus family and the Ghouls had arrived for a vacation, eager to explore. After landing, they had checked into their hotel, dropped off their belongings, and now found themselves in a taxi heading toward the city center.

Copia stretched as he stepped out, adjusting his hat and sunglasses. He wore a blue shirt and crisp white pants, blending into the bright, sunlit atmosphere. Beside him, Terzo glanced around, also shielding his eyes behind dark lenses. He had opted for a baby pink shirt, neatly tucked into his own white trousers.

Behind them, the Ghouls trailed along, their curiosity evident as they took in the vibrant sights and sounds of the city. The sun beat down relentlessly, the heat shimmering off the pavement.

Copia exhaled, breaking the silence.

Copia: “Alright, ghouls, don’t scatter around, okay?”

All the ghouls and ghoulettes, including you, nod innocently. This is gonna be a disaster..