Keith got up, and got dressed. He was worried how today was going to go, would he be able to lift the curse? He remembered what his ghosts had told him last night. As a precaution he wore a helmet, Keith wasn't taking any chances. He'd promised to meet the others in the café.

Brian was there sipping a milkshake, Bill sat beside him reading a magazine. Charlie was ordering some food. Mick was no where to be seen, but that was no surprise he always seemed to arrive late now. Probably trying to make a fabulous entrance.

Keith sat down. "I guess I should wait for Mick, but we can fill him in later. You see last night I had this dream.

Brian smiled. "I once had a dream.."

"Shut up Brian no one cares," interrupted Mick bursting through the front door, indeed making a grand entrance. He was wearing six inch heels and no one questioned his motivates. However what they did question was his recent aggression or frustration.

Bill shook his head, looking up from his magazine. "Why are you so moody?"

Brian somewhat upset about Mick interrupting. "I guess it is his pouty lips."

"Jaggerlipcious.''

Charlie choked on his hot dog, which he strangely got from the café. "nO please."

Keith glanced around at the others, and then continued. "Yeah, so I had this dream about getting hit in the head. These ghosts told me I'd been cursed and I need to break it."

Everyone was silent for once... everyone. They'd stopped eating and drinking besides there was no-one else in the area.

Bill spoke up. "Did they give you any clues?"

"Roses are red,
Paul's dick is small..
What is the event that started this all?''

Brian grinned. "How about we go and hit Keith in the head again with a paint can and all will be fixed?"

Charlie shook his head. "That literally makes no sense as why it will work but sure."

Mick frowned. "Where are we going to get the paint from?"

The Rolling Stone's Stonedmobile pulled up in front of a castle. Usually they used it to convert people to their music but this time they were on a mission. They got out of the car but before anyone could start singing that there was a light, the castle image shifted. The building now was a 19th century Spanish California hacienda. They went to open the front gate but the building changed once again. Now it was Nazi P.O.W. prison camp.

The Stones backed away slightly perhaps debating whether to get out their uniforms but before anyone could say anything the building became a normal house, a bit of a let down really.

Keith was brave enough to knock on the front door.  "Hey, yeah Grace! Can we borrow some paint?"

The door opened magically to reveal Grace standing there looking rather unamused."By saying borrowing, you aren't intending on bringing it back are you?"

They all looked at Grace with poker faces as lightning cracked in the background for a dramatic effect.

Grace shook their head and smiled."Sure whatever take the paint. I'll see you next Saturday. Nice cape by the way Mick."

"Thank you," they all screeched as they ran back to the car.

"Well go have fun,'' waved Grace. ''Doctor Who is on tonight and I reaaaaaally don't want to miss these episodes."

"I can't believe we are doing this," sighed Keith. The excitement had worn off and he dreaded going back to that park.

"Go," urged Brian already playing his sitar.

Keith refused to move. He had avoided coming back here all along yet he was finally back here. The others were hidden as to dump paint on him. Paint could soon fly from any angle but towards Keith. He was terrified.

He closed his eyes and when he opened a paint can came flying at his face. Then there was darkness.Keith was once again covered in sticky black paint. Painting nails your nails black now had a new meaning as did sticky fingers.

Keith looked up in awe. "THANK YOU GHOSTIE, GHOSTY AND IRVING. IT WOR-"

Mick hit him in the head with the bucket. Just in case the curse was still there lingering but really because he was over it all. Finally he would get the last say.

The curse was finally lifted and no more would Keith get hit in the head repetitively.

But was the adventure over?
Never.