Right here, woman!

Increasingly grumpy, increasingly angry at his present situation, Peeves had been avoiding Miffy and Storm both. They could fall off the face of the Earth, and this poltergeist would throw a huge party filled with exploding poop baggies and falling chandeliers. He actually fund himself daydreaming about it.

Until he heard her annoyingly nagging voice calling for him.

"What. DO YOU. WANT?" he swooped in close to her, their noses almost touching, his eyes squinted.