Pac Man, Ms Pac Man, Pac Man Jr, and Baby Pac Man were sitting down for family dinner, Baby Pac Man in her high chair.

They all latched tongues together and prayed.

"Bless us Oh Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen."

"Amen!" yelled Baby Pac Man cutely. Everyone smiled.

For a minute or two the family dug into their meatloaf and green beans. Finally Pac Man broke the silence.

"Junior, cap off at the table." Pac Man said calmly. "Your mother and I have been meaning to talk to you. We

found some old power pellets hidden under your bed. Is there a reason why you haven't been eating your power

pellets?"

"Uhhh," Junior stuttered, "Well, um, they don't really work."

The sound of knives dropping on plates pierced the air.

"What do you mean they don't work?!" demanded Ms Pac Man. "You are able to eat ghosts, aren't you?!"

"No, mom, not really. It's kind of embarassing. I'm losing lives left and right."

Pac Man rose from the table, opened the top shelf, and took out a power pellet.

"I'm going to eat this pellet right now and show you that they do indeed work. Let's all do downstairs."

The family went downstairs to their semi-finished basement where the ghosts were mulling about in their cage.

Ms Pac Man opened the door to the cage and the ghosts were let loose as Pac Man ate the power pellet. As usual the

ghosts turned transparent blue, but something was not right.

"The ghosts are still chasing me!" Pac Man yelled with delight. "These stupid ghosts don't even know that I can eat

them!"

But when Pac Man came close to one of them and tried to eat it his body dissolved and the familiar death music played.

"Quick, children! Let's get upstairs! Something is very wrong!" cried Ms Pac Man.

The family flew upstair and locked the door. They huddled together in the living room as the ghosts kept banging

on the basement door.

"Everyone eat a power pellet now!" yelled Mr Pac Man. "Junior feed your sister."

After everyone ate several power pellets the ghosts managed to slide under the crack in the door and entered the

upstairs, wreaking havoc throughout the kitchen. Soon a ghost found Baby Pac Man crawling behind the television.

"Eat him Baby!"

But it was no use. Baby Pac Man was gone. Ms Pac Man was on the phone with the police.

"Hello..yes. 123 Cherry Blvd. They're trying to kill us....yes I know. We ate the power pellets but it's no

use. We need help...please...PLEA"

But Ms Pac Man was gone. The phone lay dangling off the hook, beeping loudly. Junior managed to run upstairs

to his room and he locked the door. He could hear the ghosts turning on the sink and shower in the upstairs

bathroom. He began praying.

"Dear God please help me. Please give me the power to eat these ghosts. Please God why is this happening? Help

me, Lord. Help me."

The ghosts were banging on his bedroom door.

SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!

Junior began screaming.

"WHY THE HELL DON'T I HAVE ANY FRUITS?! I CAN'T EVEN EAT A GODDAMN PRETZEL BEFORE I DIE?! THIS IS REDICULOUS! I

DON'T WANT A DAMN BICYCLE!"

He threw his bicycle against the door and began fumbling with the window.

Meanwhile the ghosts seeped through the bottom of his door and came towards him. He was about to open the window and saw

them out of the corner of his eye.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

To be continued...