Vivian and Skore watched her dad approach the house. Vivian faced the Banette.

"Okay, you know the drill. Scare him, then retreat. Now, when he enters the house, what will you do?"

The Banette conjured up a wisp of flame. It pulsed, and the lights flickered. Vivian chuckled.

"Great. We're ready."

"Vivian! I'm home!" her dad called, shutting the door behind him.

"Hi Dad!" Vivian cried, running downstairs.

"Hey kiddo! How was your day?"

"Okay, I guess."

The lights began to flicker, causing Vivian and her dad to look up.

"Huh, that ain't good. I'll get an electrician to look at that soon. Anyways, tidy up."

"Why?"

"There's an exorcist coming in a hour. We need to be ready."

Vivian rolled her eyes and went upstairs. Skore was waiting for her.

"Okay, new plan. We need to stop the exorcist from coming. Can you do something?"

The Banette nodded and phased through the roof. A moment later, he returned with a box of nails.

"I'm not going to ask. Just do what you gotta do."

Skore phased through the wall, nails in hand. A moment later, Vivian heard a loud curse.

"God dammit. I can't ever get a break, can I?!"

She rushed downstairs. Her dad was greeting a man. He was wrapping his foot in bandages to stop the bleeding.

"Oh. Vivi, this is Mr. Weaver. Stay out of his way," her dad said.

"What's wrong with your foot?" Vivian asked.

"Stepped on a bunch of nails," the man replied through gritted teeth. "I'll start with the girl's room and make my way down."

"Vivian, show him to your room."

Vivian heaved a sigh. "Fine. Come on."

She turned to the stairs before looking back. Mr. Weaver was slowly making his way to the stairwell. He had a device hanging from his back. The device beeped, but it went ignored.

"One beep don't mean nothin'. Once it start beepin' a faster, that's when the fun begins, amrite young one?"

Vivian stared at him for a moment. "Uh huh, sure."

She opened the door to her room. She let out a sigh of relief, as Skore had taken the time to hide their plans and himself.

"Nice room you got, aye? Anyway, stay back. Gotta scan it."

Mr. Weaver began to move around the room, scanning everything. Vivian watched him go, rolling her eyes.

"Aye! I be thinkin' I be gettin' someting!"

"Are you drunk?" Vivian asked.

Mr. Weaver turned to glare at her. "You ain't one o' them, are ya? You're not a spy, ain't ya?"

"No."

"Good. Go fetch your dad."

Vivian rolled her eyes and went downstairs. Her dad was sitting on the couch, reading.

"Dad, the exorcist wants you."

"Oh good. Maybe he found something," her dad responded, getting up. He marched past her. Vivian followed more slowly.

Mr. Weaver was scanning the closet by now. The machine began to beep rapidly.

"Oy! I got someting!"

Vivian and her father both turned to face him. He was on his hands and knees, scanning just about everything. "My device found something."

The machine began to malfunction, smoke flowing from it.

"Your device looks dysfunctional," Vivian stated flatly.

"Nonsense. It is the machine that will uncover all that is unseen!"

The lights flickered once more. Everyone in the room looked up. Mr. Weaver took of the device and whipped it around, pointing it at the lights.

The machine exploded.

"Holy shit!" Vivian's father yelled. Vivian just stared. The dust cleared, revealing an angry Mr. Weaver.

"You see that? That be the work of a ghost."

"Or you machine was garbage," Vivian muttered.

"I will find the spirit and expel it! I must go back to base and gather my materials!"

"Okay, you do that. What time can I expect you tomorrow?" Vivian's dad asked.

"When the sun is high, I return!"

"So noon," Vivian muttered. Her dad nodded.

Later that night, Vivian sat in her bed, growing impatient. It was way past her bedtime, but she wanted to see Skore one last time. She yawned and fell asleep, unable to stay up any longer.

Vivian woke up to feel water on her face. She opened her eyes. A familiar Banette dumped more water on her face.

"Skore, stop that!" Vivian said before getting another face full of water. "I'm serious!"

The Banette laughed and pulled out another water bottle. Vivian sat up.

"How many do you have?"

Skore thought for a moment, then pulled out a pack of them. Vivian gaped at it.

"How did you manage to- you know what, I don't even want to know." Vivian got up and walked to her desk. "Okay, we'll continue our pranking plans. First, we'll deal with the exorcist, then my dad. Got it?"

Skore nodded and squirted her with water again.

"Stop!"