It had been a very bleak day in the city of New York.
The weather was terribly overcast, chilly, and rainy.
However, that didn't stop the citizens of New York from going about their business.
That also included the ghostbusters.
On this particular day, the four member team had captured ghosts, ghouls, spirits, appartions, and roaming vapors in all five borrughs of New York.
After the last batch of ghosts were captured, it was back to the firehouse.

As Ecto-1 was pulled inside headquarters, the ghostbusters were greeted by their receptionist Jeanie, along with Slimer, the unofficial "pet" of the team.
"Great news guys, no more calls so far," she said.
"Terrific, I'm beat," said Winston, as he step out of the driver's seat.
"Once we get this batch of roaming vapors into the containment unit, I can finally catch up on some work in the lab," spoke Egon.
"I'll give you a hand, then I'm gonna get something to eat, I'm starving."
"Same here, but first, I'm going to take a shower," said Peter, after he stepped out of the back passenger side.
"Did you get slimed?" asked Jeanie.
"In a different way."
"ACHOO! ACHOO!" sneezed Ray.
"Are you OK Ray?" the receptionist asked.
"Other than a scratchy throat, a (coughs) cough and sne..sne..ACHOO! ACHOO! sneezing I'm fine," Ray answered.
"You sound like you have a cold."
"Aww, poor Ray," said Slimer, as he gave the ghostbuster a slimy kiss on the head.
Egon, who along with Winston had returned from emptying the traps looked over his fellow team member.
"You indeed have a cold Ray.
You must had gotten it from the cold weather and rain," Egon concluded.
"Most likely because..ACHOO! ACHOO!, someone took my raincoat," Ray said, as he glared in Peter's direction.
"Hey I didn't know we were going to have lousy weather today, so I left my coat at the firehouse," Peter explained with a shrug, as he flashed an innocent smile, which his fellow teammates were not buying.

Sometime later, before consintrating on his own work in the lab, Egon gave an examination to Ray, who was in bed and diagnosed him with a very bad cold, Winston went to fill up Ecto-1, as the car was nearly on empty, from all the jobs the team had been on that day, and Peter was having a game of basketball laundry with Slimer, who was trying to block his shot.
Venkman makes his way down the court, he checks his left, his right!
He shots! He scores!" shout Peter, who threw a bunch of dirty clothes into the washing machine, as he went on, "And the crowd goes wild."
"Aww man," said Slimer, feeling bummed down about missing the 'shot'.
"Cheer up spud, you'll get the hang of it with a little practice," said Peter, giving the green colored ghost a pat on the back.
"I will?" asked Slimer.
"Sure spud, as the old saying goes practice makes perfect."
Just then, Winston popped his head in the doorway.
"Hey Peter, pizza's here," he said.
"Coming," Peter called back.
"Oh boy, pizza!" said Slimer, licking his lips.
"Just be sure to save some for us this time Slimer."
"No problem Peter."
The two then headed back up to the main level of the firehouse to eat.
Thankfully for the ghostbusters, there were no more calls made the rest of that day.
Not just because of how busy they were, but the team was now down one man, due to Ray, being sick.

The next day, it was a rather quiet day.
Or rather, started out that way.
Egon was adjusting the ghost traps, Winston was watching a ball game, and Peter joined him, after making a batch of his family's chicken soup for Ray, who was still pretty sick.
Just then, the phone rang.
Jeanie stopped what she was typing on her computer to answer the call.
"Ghostbusters.
Yes, yes of course.
I'll sent them right now.
Bye," she said, before hanging up the phone.
Peter, Winston and Egon went on the job, which was at a hardware store, while Ray was upstairs sleeping off his cold.
Meanwhile, Slimer was in the basement practicing his moves and shots as Peter told him to.
The green colored ghost used a toy foam ball to work on shooting.
"Slimer shots and he scores!" said Slimer as he threw his ball, aiming for the laundry basket.
However, his aim was rather too high and strong, and the ball missed the laundry basket, hitting the level of the containment unit.
Slimer took noticed right away.
"Uh oh," he went.
Within seconds, the alarm on the containment unit went off.
Slimer began to panic.
The green colored ghost wished he could remember what it was to make the alarm stop and fix the unit, but the times Ray and Egon reminded him, Slimer was usually goofing around, not paying attention.
Slimer tried to pull the switch of the containment unit up, but it was stuck.
Suddenly, the alarm went off, and a loud sound fell over the basement.
The shrieking noise terrified Slimer even more.
"What have I done?" What have I done?" he went.
Slimer then heard another sound, which was footsteps.
Knowing that it could be the ghostbusters he hid under the stairway.
Thankfully, it wasn't the ghostbusters.
It was Jeanie, who had opened the door.
"What is all the commotion?" she asked.
Upon seeing the containment unit, Jeanie let out a gasp.
"I better get in touch with the guys right now!" she exclaimed.

Jeanie rushed to her desk and quickly dialed the phone.
"Winston, it's Jeanie!
We have an emergency at the firehouse!
There's a problem with the containment unit!" Jeanie said into the receiver.
At that moment, Ray, who was sniffling and coughing, and dressed in his striped pajamas, made his way downstairs.
"(Coughs), Jeanie, what's going on?" he asked.
"There's a malfunction in the containment unit!" Jeanie answered.
"Let's go check it!"
"Ray, you should be in bed resting."
"(Coughs) I'll r...r...ACHOO! ACHOO! later, right now we've got a situation!"