The Acachalla's

Winter was here. Fall had passed. Halloween, the time when P. I. E. Seemed to thrive the most, had passed. Christmas was here, and Johnny Toast and Johnny Ghost were invited to the Acachalla's home to celebrate. Ghost had obliged to go, since his best friend was being torn from his grip. He could no longer enjoy mornings with his best friend, who had come over for breakfast. He could no longer take vacations to the Bahamas, or Hawaii with his best friend. For all Johnny knew, this could be the last chance to spend some precious time with Toast. And the thing that was taking him away from Johnny?
A girl.

Thing.