(Open on a view of green, swirling souls surrounding a lone island resembling a jagged skull that consists of The Ghost Council.) Sir Alister: Your performance... is disappointing. (Thunder strikes. Cuts to a close-up of said council, who are interviewing a ghost.) Bartholomew: (Poofs a Misery-o-meter, which displays an arrow teetering on green.) Misery is declining in Cedar Valley. Lucretia: While joy is on the rise! (Points at the meter.) Pink Ghost: There's nothing I can do! They... they opened a dog rescue! You can't expect me to compete with puppies! Sir Alister: That is precisely what the Chairman expects. (Pan up to reveal the Chairman, a towering black phantom. A skeletal hand points down at the pink ghost who is suddenly pulled by an invisible force.) Pink Ghost: Don't send me to the Flow of Failed Phantoms! (A green tornado, known as the Flow of Failed Phantoms, forms and begins to pull at the pink ghost.) Pink Ghost: Please! I can do better! They had... (Screaming.) PUPPIEEES! (The pink ghost screams as the Flow sucks them in along with the other unfortunate souls inside. The Flow retreats.) Sir Alister: (Sighs.) Just one last ghost to review. Lucretia: Not him. Bartholomew: god not him Not this Fucker (The council voices their disapproval as a green ghost member appears with a scroll.) Green Ghost: The Ghost Council summons... (Annoyed.) Scratch. (A portal swirls from beneath the surface, summoning a trash bin with a blue ghost inside. The ghost appears to be munching on trash, a moment passing before he realizes where he is.) Scratch: (Quickly turns.) Hm—What? (Waves enthusiastically, holding a slice of pizza.) Heeey! The Ghost Council! You guys are lookin' good. (Scratch nonchalantly floats up to the Chairman at head height.) Scratch: Especially you, Mr. Tower of Dour, here. Mr. Chairman, emanema-nee! (Chuckles.)