Duncan Manor.
Two thirty in the morning.
Ignoring all advice, Sheldon had stubbornly explored the manor's secret chamber, only to collapse in a puddle of his own ammonia-filled tears.
Amid everyone's laughter, they seemed to catch the "fragrance" of ammonia as well.
"Sheldon, wake up!"
Avoiding the ammonia tears, Adam crouched down and woke Sheldon.
"Help me! The skeleton spoke."
Sheldon clutched Adam's arm tightly.
"It wasn't the skeleton talking. It was me."
Adam reassured him.
"Not you, the skeleton! That one!"
Sheldon pointed tremblingly at the skeleton still hanging over there.
"Yes, it was still me."
As Adam spoke, he fiddled with his phone, and the skeleton opened its mouth again. "See? Still me!"
This time, since he had not deliberately altered his voice, Sheldon recognized Adam's voice.
"Wha~t~?"
The moment Sheldon saw that someone was controlling it, he immediately got up. Looking at the skeleton, then at Adam, he demanded with a twisted expression, "You were the one scaring me the whole time?!"
"Of course it was me."
Adam quipped, "Who else would be willing to entertain you in the middle of the night? Honestly, even ghosts dislike you. If you don't believe me, ask everyone."
"That couldn't be truer!"
Everyone nodded in wholehearted agreement.
"Sheldon, hurry back and take a shower. Change your clothes too."
Pinching her nose, Penny kindly reminded him.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear..."
Looking down at himself, Sheldon's germophobia immediately flared up. He shrieked and ran for his room.
"This really has been the most entertaining vacation."
"Yeah. Halloween is next week. We could consider doing this again."
"Absolutely."
Leonard and the other two, who had long suffered under Sheldon, began fantasizing about it.
"Adam, this skeleton looks incredibly real."
Penny examined the skeleton hanging from the cable. "Next Saturday is Halloween.