STORYTIME- The Jiggy Gala of Ghostly Ghouls

Join Mr. Steiner, Dr. Apples' charming and cheeky pet alien piggy bank, as he uncovers a ghostly gala. Amidst the spectral shenanigans, he finds a clue to Dr. Apples' mother's whereabouts. This whimsical and hilarious tale blends mystery, magic, and a touch of the absurd.
 
 CAST:
 Mr. Steiner / Elderly Ghost  -Jon Mcnally
 Dr. Apples - Anthony J. Santora
 Stacey, the Mattress Tag - Trina Deuhart 
 Ghost Spookles - Matt Beckius
 Matthew/ Jazz/ Clumsy Ghost/ DJ Boo Beats - Nasim Benelkour
 Pickle - Avery A. Brown
Ghost 1 & 3 - Jay Brown
 Portal – Lacye A. Brown

Transcript

Dr. Apples Podcast: STORYTIME- The Jiggy Gala of Ghostly Ghouls

Narrator

00:03
Step right into the mystical universe of story time with Dr. Apple's. You've just been transported through Dr. Apple's magical time warp, a universe where every tale spins A web of enchantment ready for a journey into the heart of magic. Today's story promises to be as entrancing as Dr. Apple's collection of dancing shadows. Strap in for an adventure that'll twist your perception of reality. We now join Dr. Apples. 
 
Narrator 

00:46
Hey, who are you? 

MR. STEINER

00:53

Oh. Hi there, esteemed eavesdropper! Were you expecting the grand sorcerer of interdimensional travel, Dr. Apples? Well, not today. I'm afraid it’s just me. Mr. Steiner, his right-hand pet piggy bank across countless universes. 

And yes, I'm the most adorable pink kawaii financially responsible bank you could imagine. 

1:28

Umm, think of…. a genius piggy bank with the charm of a cheeky toddler, and voilà –you've got me! My special talent? I can perform a rather impressive jiggle with the coins in my belly, quite a spectacle! 

*Mr. Steiner FLIPS pages from a book. Dr. Apples SNORES.*

Mr. Steiner

1:50

As you can hear, Dr. Apples, poor chap, mistook a sleeping pill for a laxative. Now he's bloated and sound asleep like a baby dragon on my sofa.

Mr. Steiner GIGGLES.

Mr. Steiner

2:06

So, what am I currently up to, you're probably not wondering? Well, I’m documenting — You see, I've discovered a clue all by myself – something sparkly and quite significant. It's a sterling silver heart-shaped locket, unearthed in a far-off universe And it's quite the juicy tidbit, related to the ongoing saga of Dr. Apples' mother who was whisked away by fairies and us dedicating the majority of our energy to finding her. I went there while Dr. Apples was exfoliating his toenails. Now lean in as I unveil, the tale….

3:09

One fine day. As Dr. Apple's bused himself with those meticulous hygienic rituals, earth things are so fond of, I, Mr. Steiner embarked upon an endeavor you folks charmingly refer to as spring cleaning , while I briskly swept my hallway on my two hind legs, A natural way of moving for a piggy bank of my sophistication, , while sweeping. I created a whirlwind of dust, which lifted a mysterious piece of paper into a graceful dance in the air. It was a mattress tag with a warning, intact warning, keep attached or get arrested.

Stacy- Mattress Tag 

04:04
Beep beep. Like, seriously, put me back. Or like, prepare for jail your call.

Mr. Steiner

04:12
Something of that nature. I, I forget . Somehow I'd managed to tear it off a previous mattress without getting nabbed by the law. And now that tag was more than just a piece of fabric. It held coordinates and a blinking red dot, pinpointing the mattress's very location. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

04:36
Beep beep beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

04:38
Not keen On dwelling on my near miss with the law. I hopped into my teleport. 
 
The Portal

04:47
Alright Steiner, get it. 
 
Mr. Steiner

04:52
Embraced myself for adventure. The portal plopped me onto the ground that was a deep black omber. It was dark, but I could still see far enough ahead. My portal promised me that it would return in 30 minutes. 
 
The Portal

05:27
Alright, Steiner seeing 30, 
 
Mr. Steiner

05:30
So I had to hurry. Initially, everything around me was an abyss. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

05:37
Beep, beep beep.

Mr. Steiner

05:40
A void so profound that even shadows seemed reluctant to exist as I walked, the environment transformed. The mattress tag on my hoof beeped strongly towards a particular direction. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

05:59
No time. Beep beep, beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

06:03
Gradually like a canvas being painted by an unseen hand, outlines of buildings, trees, and distant figures emerged from the darkness. With each step forward, the outlines began to fill the space around me. At first, they were translucent, like ghostly sketches, but as I moved closer, they gradually solidified, morphing into houses and stalls. These structures, once mere outlines turned into solid buildings, albeit still glowing with a spectral light 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

06:45
Beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

06:46
It was as if the town itself was waking up from a deep slumber. The buildings stretching and yawning into existence. There I was waddling like a determined little trooper, ripped down the towns central path. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

07:08
Beep 
 
Mr. Steiner

07:08
This path somewhat reminiscent of a yellow brick road, albeit a ghostly version wound its way through the heart of quaint cottage town. The buildings with their flickering windows looked like they were torn. Right out of an old world charm magazine beep. With each step, the path beckoned me deeper into the village's heart, revealing more of its ghostly, yet discernible structures. As I walked, the moon was like a spotlight and casted an ethereal glow on the scene. The cobblestones under my trotters came alive with whispers of ancient tales, and my ceramic pink body reflected the moonlight. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

08:01
Beep, um, excuse me, hurry up. Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

08:07
The mattress tag in my grasp beeped louder. It's red light pulsating like the heart of an excited hamster 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

08:16
Beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

08:16
I felt like a detective in a mystery novel, except I was more pink and ceramic and less trench coat and fedora 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

08:27
Beep, beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

08:29
Curious ghostly figures around the town pausing their ceaseless chatter turned to observe me. While they bore a resemblance to humans, their faces remained blurry and indistinct. Like viewing the world without glasses, each specter glowed with a soft light. Their forms slightly wavering and transparent. I heard a ghost exclaim. 
 
Ghost 1: 

09:02
What kind of otherworldly oddity is that?

Mr. Steiner

09:07
A flamboyant ghost decked out in a gowned hollered 
 
Ghost 2: 

09:12
Yassss porcelain elaganza!
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

09:17
Beeps are just passing through like nobody 
 
Mr. Steiner

09:21
Floated over to me. With the grace of a duchess, another ghost reached out, attempting to touch my glossy surface, but a hand just rushed right through. 
 
Ghost 3: 

09:34
Ooh, A solid one. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

09:37
Excuse me. Beep, beep.
 
Mr. Steiner

09:39
Beep. Her companions joined in the laughter. One particularly cheeky spirit exuded the charm of a past life. Loser tried to swipe the beeping mattress tag from me. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

09:56
Oh, excuse us. Just passing through Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

10:01
His hand, however phased right through it. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag 

10:06
Beep beep. 
 
Spookles the Ghost

10:10
*evil laugh* Easy pickings. We'll grab that piggy bank and ransom 'em for a fortune in ghostly gold. This vortex should do the trick. 
 
Matthew the Ghost

10:23
I don't know about this spooks. What if he, I don't know, start screaming or worse, he tries to talk about his feelings. Emotional baggage is heavy. 
 
Spookles the Ghost

10:35
Yeah. What kind of ghost are you? M-math-maa-tthew. 
 
Matthew the Ghost

10:40
My name is Matthew.

Mr. Steiner

10:48
As the beeping from my trusty mattress tag grew louder. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

10:52
Beep! I can't even it, like start moving. 
 
Mr. Steiner

10:55
I couldn't help but notice a peculiar trend. The ghosts who were previously engrossed in their town activities were drifting past me, all going in the same direction I was headed. Hmm. Either I'm onto something big or I'm walking right into a ghostly gang attack. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

11:23
Beep. 
 
Matthew the Ghos

t11:29
Spookles wait! 
 
Spookles the Ghost

11:31
Alright. Let's do this. Meth-ma-Phew. What the Why is this vortex machine stuck? Oh, I forgot to turn the safety off. 
 
Matthew the Ghost

11:47
I warned you treat my advice like it's background noise at a seance. 
 
Mr. Steiner

11:58
When I glanced back the path I had, so boldly trodden seemed to dissolve into the darkness. Once more cheeky little town, this mattress tag isn't going to attach itself. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

12:16
Do you like mine? We're on a schedule here. 
 
Mr. Steiner

12:20
Onward!
 
Matthew the Ghost

12:34
Maybe we should rethink this 
 
Spookles the Ghost

12:38
Nonsense. I'll trap him with a shadow snare. This time, all I need is the perfect moment. All right. On one seven. Uh two. Wait. 
 
Matthew the Ghost

12:55
I told you you can't count. Great. He walked away. Let me handle the numbers. Next time. 
 
Mr. Steiner

13:07
Walking down the path, my ceramic heart raced with anticipation. Beep. As the path led me to a vast tar blackness that stretched out like a blank canvas waiting to be filled. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

13:21
Beep

Mr. Steiner

13:22

I paused, my porcelain hooves tingling with a mix of excitement and slight trepidation. 

I squinted into the darkness, and slowly, as if responding to my gaze, the outlines of a grand massive manor began to emerge. 

13:44

At first, the lines were faint, almost hesitant. But with each line passing, the lines grew bolder, clearer, weaving a complex pattern in the night air.

The outlines of the manor then began to transform, shifting from ethereal sketches to a translucent form. It was as though the building was gradually pulling itself from a dream into reality. 

14:25

The walls, windows, and even the grand front door of the manor shimmered with a ghostly light, as if made of moonbeams and stardust. 

The sight was mesmerizing – a grand, cream-colored structure slowly materializing from the void, its every detail becoming more pronounced.

Matthew the Ghost

15:00
This is so primitive 
 
Spookles the Ghost

15:03
Quiet! This time. I'll just wait right here and jump out. No traps, no machines, just pure ghostly.....Raw! 
 
Mr. Steiner

15:20
As the manner solidified ghosts glided past me, sun even having the nerve to float right through me. 
 
Spookles the Ghost

15:35
Oh, Come on! He just walked right past me! 
 
Matthew the Ghost

15:40
Called it. 
 
Mr. Steiner

15:45
It's rather disconcerting. It tickles in the most peculiar way. The mattress beeped with increasing urgency. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

15:57
Um, like, out of the way—this is, like, urgent! Beep. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

16:01
Beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

16:02
It's red light pulsing like a miniature lighthouse in a sea of darkness. Beep. I walked to the front of the house. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

16:11
Boing Bong Beep! 
 
Spookles the Ghost 

16:20
Doesn't matter. Let him go. Once he leaves, there will be nothing to save him from me setting up a black hole and capturing him and his coins. 
 
Matthew the Ghost

16:35
How long will we wait here, Spookles?
 
Spookles the Ghost

16:37
Forever if we gotta Ma-Ma--phewerrrr 
 
Matthew the Ghos

t16:43
How hard is it to say Matthew? 
 
Spookles the Ghost

16:45
It’s the two T's!

*Spookles & Matthew Ghostly evil laughs decrescendo*

Mr. Steiner

16:54
I mustered all the courage a piggy bank could possibly have, which let's be honest, is it a lot. I approached the Manor's Grand staircase. Each step felt like a monumental effort reaching the top. I was met with a door so grand. It looked like it owned a hedge fund. It towered over me. It's intricate details now fully visible in the ghostly light. It was a daunting barrier between me and the unknown. 

17:30

With a trembling hoof I reached for the doorknob. It's called metal surface center. Shiver threw me. I turned the knob, and with a creek that seemed to echo through time, I pushed the door open. 

*Banshee loud wails*

Mr. Steiner

17:49

Stepping into a world of a ghostly, banshee screamed right at me. I stood there as her mouth opened in an unnatural, cavernous yawn. It was ghastly display. Her tonsil, dangled precariously as if mocking the laws of gravity. The wind from her breath, which carried as scent, oddly reminiscent of mothballs and forgotten attics. 

I stood there, my ceramic hooves glued to the floor. After she was done, she smiled and disappeared.

Well, of course, in the midst of all this I may have sharted a nickel or two.

 Mr. Steiner

18:51
But let's keep that between us. Dr. Apples doesn't need to know every detail of my escapades. In the midst of this sonic onslaught, an old ghost doning, a suit so ancient, it would've been the talk of every speakeasy. 
 
Speak Easy Ghost: 

19:07
Man, she is got eyes for you buddy. Classic flirting. She, 
 
Mr. Steiner

19:13
If that was flirting, then I'm a Teapot! At that moment, I remembered why I prefer the quiet company of coins. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

19:24
Move it, spooky! We’re, like, in a rush here! Beep .
 
Mr. Steiner

19:28
I shuffled forward. My pennies slightly rattled but intact. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

19:34
Beep beep. 

Mr. Steiner

19:37
Stepping into the manor's ballroom was like entering a gothic fairytale . A scene so oddly grand and moist with ghostly flare. Hmm. Did I use that word right? 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

19:52
Beep. Beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

19:53
Grand chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, like ghostly jellyfish, casting eerie shadows that did a spooky dance across the room. The air was chilly like a refrigerator left open. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

20:07
Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

20:09
Venturing. Further in the room, the air was thick with a scent that could only be described as ode. A ghost, a blend of an old attic, musty old books, hints of lavender and a curious whiff of sponge cake? 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

20:26
Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

20:26
Nevertheless, this was where all the ghosts corralled to dance.

DJ BOO Beats

20:37

Boo!

Ha ha

Just kidding.

It's your ghost with the most, DJ Boo Beats, spinning the classics that even the dead can't resist.

Remember, you can’t spell funeral without fun!

Stacy the Mattress Tag

20:50
Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

20:51
Ah, the ballroom. What a spectacle it was. Picture every era's dance trend thrown into a blender set to chaos. 
 
Really Dead Ghost: 

21:03
This Tune's flatter than I was the day I died. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

21:08
Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

21:10
The ghostly DJ was at the helm, spinning a mix with a new song from a different era. Every two minutes, 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

21:20
Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

21:22
The ghosts a lively bunch, we're doing their best to keep up with the rapid tempo changes. 
 
Elderly Ghost: 

21:31
In my day. The waltz was wild enough. 
 
Flapper Ghost:

 21:35
Honey, I've spun through more dips than Wall Street on a bad day. 
 
Clumsy Ghost: 

21:42
Who put that there? Wait. It's been here for a century. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

21:47
Beep. Be seriously. Come on, ghost 
 
Mr. Steiner

21:49
Beep beep. There were Victorian ghosts gracefully twirling in their gowns. Then suddenly a ghost doing the hammer dance. Their ethereal pants billowing like sails in a storm. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

22:03
Your lips totally in the way. 
 
Mr. Steiner

22:05
Beep beep. Ghosts in bell bottoms gyrated with disco fever next to ghouls who are nailing the classic boy band. Passionate lip sync and nod. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

22:16
Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

22:18
And then there was the nay, nay crowd, A group of more contemporary specters swaying and flapping about as if they were trying to shoe away invisible pigeons. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

22:30
You've gotta be kidding me. Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

22:33
Everything was like watching a dance off between history's most enthusiastic yet rhythmically challenged clear partygoers. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

22:43
Beep. 
 
Siren Ghost: 

22:45
I'm like a Freudian slip. Unexpected, but inevitably delightful. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

22:51
Beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

22:52
Really? You had to be there. It was trash. Just then the mattress tag began beeping as if a gambler were shaking me for last minute lotto ticket money.

Stacy the Mattress Tag23:09
Oh, my, God, can you guys not! Move it or lose it, ghost! Boing Boing beep!

Mr. Steiner

23:14

The beep, I zeroed in on the corner of the room. 

Stacy the Mattress Tag

23:19
Boing Boing Beep!

Mr. Steiner

23:22

There, seemingly the source of the signal, stood two ghosts, right in the path to my long-lost mattress.

Stacy the Mattress Tag

23:31
Boing Bong Beep.
 
Mr. Steiner

23:33
I had whimsically dubbed them pickle and pudding. There they were. The two gloomiest ghosts on the dance floor. I named the first one pickle because despite his melancholy, he still had a zest about him and the other pudding, because she seemed to wobble softly with sorrow and a lack of coordination. Pickle and pudding. A bittersweet duo in the ghoul dance moping in a small circle of their own creation. They were looking down at an object I couldn't decipher. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

24:15
Ew. Ugh. This is like so annoying. I'm trying to get to the mattress. Duh. Beep, beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

24:23
I took a deep sigh and waddled over to them. My hooves clicked on the dance floor as I approached. I had a good walking stride, though slightly intimidated by the dance moves around me. When I reached pickle and pudding, my hoof grazed the dance floor, causing me to kick the small object on the floor that was in between them. Under the solid item rose, a semi-transparent letter pickle with a flicker of excitement in his ethereal eyes. Snatched it up. 
 
Pickle the Ghost: 

25:05
Elza. Look. Our confirmation number, we can contact customer service to request a refund. Let's go. 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

25:13
Beep, beep beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

25:14
With a swirl of their spectral tails, they vanished, leaving the intriguing shiny trinket lingering nearby. And there right on the dance floor. Lay a beautiful silver locket shimmering in the ghostly luminescence. I extended my hoof and gently scooped up the locket with a delicate touch. I pried it open to my surprise. Reveal a photograph of Dr. Apples' beloved mother. 
 
Mr. Steiner

26:02
Oh, how I miss her. I’m saddened she was kidnapped by fairies. It always felt like heaven having her around.

Beautiful brown eyes and her smile as warm as a summer day, her hair styled in a relaxed ponytail. 

Ahh…I remember that time. It was when Dr. Apples was a teen and joined a band where he wore only silver chinos. 

-he had a phase.

 26:47
On the other side of the image were minuscule, cryptic scribbles That could possibly be a breadcrumb trail leading to her whereabouts. Well forget the mattress! 
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

27:03
Beep. 
 
Mr. Steiner

27:03
There were more pressing matters at hand, like embarking on a virtual odyssey of Wiki searches and asking the almighty Jeeves! I dropped the mattress tag and called for my portal to pick me up. 
 
The Portal

27:20
Alright Steiner, get in.
 
Stacy the Mattress Tag

27:24
Ugh. Betrayal detected mission board. 
 
Mr. Steiner

27:30
A tiny beacon of Pope in the ongoing saga to find Dr. Apples' mother. It was a clue that I vowed all by myself. *Oink* excuse me! Come to think of it. I don't remember ripping a mattress tag off. I wonder how it got into my home!

Mr. Steiner

27:52

Annnd, the…… end. What a magnificent story. 

Dr. Apples

28:14

Wha-What’s going on?

Mr. Steiner 

28:16

And so, before I get in trouble, I bid adieu. I will also leave you with this wise nugget: 

Sometimes the greatest adventures happen, while others are, a-nappin’.

Dr. Apples

28:33

Mr. Steiner, did you drug me?

Dr. Apples

28:33
Mr. Steiner, did you drug me? 
 
Mr. Steiner

28:37
Until next time. 
 
Dr. Apples 

28:39
Are you talking to humans? 
 
Mr. Steiner

28:41
Don't tell him I spoke to you and pay your piggy banks fair wages. 
 
Dr. Apples

28:46
Wait. 
 
Mr. Steiner

28:47
This is Mr. Steiner and I'm about to get caught. 
 
Dr. Apples 

28:50
Mr. Steiner. 
 
Mr. Steiner

28:51
Oh, hey. I'm not doing anything at all.  No, no, no. 

[Mr. Steiner theme song plays]

Boy Band

28:59

He’s smarter than you; but it’s okay because he’s cute…mmmmhmmm. 

Narrator 

29:17
And just like that, we spiral back from the enchanting rounds of Dr. Apples. Our journey through his magical time warp concludes for now. But the wonder doesn't have to end here. 

29:31

Don't forget to like, subscribe, leave a review and stuff. Until our next whimsical adventure. Keep your imaginations wild. Dr. Apples will be waiting with more spellbinding stories.

29:48

And keep an eye on your shadow. Sometimes they develop a mind of their own, especially after a Dr. Apple story.