Ghost's Community Army Attacks

Mr. Bee and Officer Swan were sitting in their main office room when a staff member, dressed in a suit and black glasses, rushed in.

"Sir! The split screen has appeared, they want to talk!" the staff member announced.

Mr. Bee looked at Officer Swan, who was holding his tea mug. "Don't look at me! I'll finish my tea and only get involved if I feel it's necessary," Officer Swan said.

Mr. Bee rolled his eyes. "Tell them I'm coming. Also, put the sofa in position for me."

Mr. Bee took his tea mug and sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs. T.V. King whispered to him, "So late, Mr. Bee!"

T.V. King taught him how to respond, "What do you mean? He doesn't work for us, we're glad you arrived, Mr. Bee, that's what you should say!"

Mr. Bee still had a young boy attitude. "Yeah, whatever. Just speak the problem!"

"The problem? I thought we fixed everything," Mr. Bee said, taking a sip of his tea.

T.V. King was more serious. "Umm... maybe not everything. Actually, the thing is... the ghost community is about to attack you or your office."

Mr. Bee didn't flinch, but the staff members were frozen in shock.

"I'll ask why, but first, what's so dangerous about that? The ghost community seems like just a gang of 10 to 15 people, like we faced when saving the king's daughter," Mr. Bee said.

T.W. King showed him a bigger picture. "Mr. Bee, that was just a little gang apart from any community. But this time, it's the whole kingdom. They want to attack you because the king wants to attack you! All of them... who knows how many are in the army... at least tens of thousands, I guess!"

Mr. Bee spit out his tea. "Okay! Everybody, we'll see about that. Just get back to your work!"

Everyone followed his orders.

T.V. King explained the conspiracy. "Now you understand why it's so serious? They think you killed the previous kings of the vampire and werewolf kingdoms, so maybe now you're going to kill the Ghost's King."

Mr. Bee cleaned his mouth with a napkin. "What rubbish! We need to stop it. Just arrange a meeting like before, and I'll see about that."

T.V. King refused. "Sorry, but that's not possible."

Mr. Bee sat in the same position, holding his mug. "What? Why?"

T.W. King spoke up. "If we do that, he'll think it's a plan to kill him, and then... he may think we're even involved... so I'm terribly sorry, but we can't help you through this... they'll attack right at 10:00 P.M. Bye, Mr. Bee... Allah Hafiz!"

T.V. King ended the meeting. "Allah Hafiz!"

Mr. Bee looked at his watch. "It's 9:00 A.M. now. They're going to attack at 10 P.M.... damn it!"

As time passed, Mr. Bee's tension increased while Officer Swan rested and ate in his bedroom. Mr. Bee was looking for a solution but couldn't find one. Finally, at 9:00 P.M., he took the prayer mat and prayed.

"Please help me, God... Oh Allah!"

Suddenly, it started raining hard. Mr. Bee saw the rain from a small window in his bedroom and had an idea.

"Rain? Rain! Rain! Yes! Thanks, God!"

He bowed down to God and stood up after thanking the Almighty. He ran to the staff and asked if the roof could be opened. They replied it was possible and told them to wait for their order.

Finally, Mr. Bee stood alone, waiting for the army. When the whole army with their dangerous faces arrived, the staff covered the metal walls and corners of the building. Mr. Bee stood alone at the center of the building near the screen.

The king, with a crown and royal cloak, appeared in front of the army. "Bee! Before you come to me, I came to you! Now what would you do?"

Mr. Bee stood gently straight. "This doesn't have to be like this! It's a big misunderstanding!"

The king showed him no way out. "Too late for all that! Now I'll destroy your building and all this, and your friend Swan will die with you too... Attack!"

Mr. Bee didn't let anyone take a step and yelled, "Open it! Now!"

The roof was opened, and the rainwater started to fall on them like stones. They all started to burn. Mr. Bee stood in the rain, "How does that feel? Huh! I've read somewhere that rainwater is toxic to you!"

The king and the whole army finally burned and turned into ash. The roof was then closed on Mr. Bee's order. He was shivering and wet from head to toe.

"Huff! I need some medicine now! For cold! And fever!" Mr. Bee exclaimed.

Officer Swan, who had been resting, walked into the room. "Hey! I just wanted to ask where the hair dryer is... Woah!"

Mr. Bee, still shivering, replied, "On the dressing table!"

Officer Swan looked confused. "Okay? Umm... would you like to tell me about all the dust and water here? And why are you wet from head to feet?"

Mr. Bee made it easy for himself. "No!"

Officer Swan turned and said, "Alright!"

Mr. Bee, still shivering and coughing, called out to Officer Swan. "You are going to see the footage of the two cameras here?"

Officer Swan, heading towards the bedroom, replied, "Most definitely!"

Mr. Bee, still shivering, said, "I must change clothes now!"

As Officer Swan watched the footage, he would soon realize the extent of what had happened. Meanwhile, Mr. Bee changed into dry clothes, still feeling the effects of the cold.