Pumpkin's arms were full of red roses. Her house was full of dead lilies. Her parents were coming to visit and she didn't want them to freak out. Her husband was nowhere to be seen, though he kindly opened the door for her

As she tried to throw out the old flowers and arrange the new, her invisible companion did not help. Not one bit. Every so often, a gust of wind would pluck the flowers from her hands and out the door. The lilies moved from the trash bags back to their vases. Spiders crawled out of the rosebuds.

Pumpkin refused to give in to Beetlejuice. He was behaving like a petulant child. Again.

"Beej," she sighed. "Stop that."

The only response she got was a slap on the rear. She crossed her arms and tried wheedling. "Beej, please? I don't want them coming over anymore than you do. I just don't want them thinking you've killed me!"

The "Ghost with the Most" showed his grumpy face on the other side of the room. "Sorry, Babes."

Pumpkin smiled warmly and dropped her blossoms to envelop him in a hug. "I love you, Beej. You are impossible."

"Impossibly sexy, right?" he asked, nuzzling her cheek.

"You got it," she sighed. "If you help me with these roses, we'll still have two hours to ourselves…"

With a snap of Beetlejuice's fingers the flowers were arranged just the way Pumpkin wanted them.