Dana (with Oscar in her arms, of course), Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion walked tentatively the dark and spooky forest. It was even worse than the woods where they had met Lion. Dana shivered.

"Are you okay?" said Scarecrow.

She shook her head. "I'm fine, just a little creeped out."

Scarecrow smiled. Not his usual smirk, but a smile of comfort. "Don't worry, Dana. I'm here."

Funny, he'd said that to her before, but that time, it hadn't been as sincere. Now, it was completely serious. God, thought Dana. He must be as scared as I am.

Awk! Awk!

The whole group jumped. Dana gulped. "It-it was just an owl," she said to her friends reassuringly. They nodded and continued on their way.

"Wait," said Lion. The group stopped again. "What's wrong, Dr. Wengler?" asked Tinman.

Lion pushed his glasses up his nose; he was thinking. "I'm not sure this is a good idea. We don't have a chance of defeating a ghost without the proper equipment."

"Well, I have an idea. But it's a little crazy," said Tinman. He opened his chest, as if he were a fridge. "I've been working on a way to entrap a ghost." He reached into himself and pulled out a ghost trap, such as the Ghostbusters used in their jobs.

Lion took the trap from Tinman and looked it over. "Interesting," he commented. "This could work…if we had way to temporarily hold the ghost in place, long enough for us to opened the trap and entrap it."

"Well, that's the crazy part," said Tinman. "I've working on a machine that shoots out a nuclear beam that takes hold of the ghost, kind of lassoing it."

"That's great!" said Dana. "Where is it?"

Tinman reached up and took off his funnel cap, which, they now observed, had a hose attaching itself to the inside of Tinman. "I am the machine," he said bashfully.

"That's…weird," said Scarecrow.

"Not it's not, it's brilliant," said Dana defensively. "He just made it…portable."

"How does it work?" said Lion, marveling at the Tinman's innovativeness.

"Well, the actual apparatus is inside me. My cap acts as sort of a ward to the device," said Tinman, feeling a bit shy about all the attention he was getting. His finger extended towards a small switch on cap. "See, you just hit this button-"

GLZZZZZZZRT! As Tinman hit the switch, the end of the cap emitted a bright stream of light. Or, at least what looked like light. But the gang noted that it certainly wasn't mere light as it ignited a nearby tree.

Tinman quickly shut it off. "Oops."

Lion scrutinized the cap. "Fascinating. With this trap and your…what did you call it?"

Tinman cleared his throat, "I call it a proton cap."

"Right. Well, with these devices, we have a definite chance of catching and containing the Ghost," said Lion.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" said Scarecrow impatiently. But they didn't get the chance to.

"That's them! Get 'em!" yelled a voice from above. The group looked up and saw some weird flying animals hovering over them.

"What are those things?" exclaimed Dana.

"Dasypus novemcinctus airborea," Lion replied.

"Huh?" she said, looking at him confusedly.

"Flying armadillo," he translated.

"Well, whatever they are, they're coming right at us!" exclaimed Scarecrow.

The armadillos dove down at the gang. They began attacking Tinman and Lion. "Dana, run!" yelled Scarecrow. "Get the kid and get out of heeeeeeeeeeeah!" His words trailed off into a scream as the armadillos grabbed him and started ripping him apart.

"No!" yelled Dana. "Leave him alone!" She ran over to try to pull the monkeys off of Scarecrow, but suddenly they grabbed Dana and Oscar up and started to fly off with her. "Ahhhh! Guys! Help!" she shrieked as the armadillos disappeared with her.

"No! Dana!" yelled Scarecrow.

The armadillos dropped Dana and Oscar off in the the tower of the Ghastly Ghost's castle. The Ghost leered at Dana. "What a sweet little baby," he said evilly.

"Wh-what do you want with me?" asked Dana shakily.

"All in good time, my dear. All in good time," the Ghost smirked. He picked up an hourglass off of a nearby table and turned it over. Sand began to run to the bottom half off the glass. "When the sand runs out of this hourglass, your life is over! I'll get you my pretty. And your little brat too!" the Ghost declared. He cackled and floated out the room, barring the door behind him.

Dana began to cry. She hugged Oscar to her and whispered fiercely, "I won't let him kill you, Oscar!"

She began to look around the room for a way to save her son.

Meanwhile, the guys were hurrying to the castle to save Dana. "Come on, guys! Faster!" called Scarecrow.

"Halt!" yelled a voice.

"Aw, crap," muttered Scarecrow. The guys turned around to see three big ugly Winkies had snuck up on them. "What are you doing here?" croaked one.

"Well, uh, we were just, uh…oh screw it, let's just beat them up!" said Tinman. And so they did. Then they quickly changed into the guards' uniforms.

"Does this tunic make me look fat?" asked Tinman.

"Yes, yes it does," replied Scarecrow.

"Alright. Now let's go save Dana," said Lion.

Time was ticking faster and faster. "We've got to get out of here!" exclaimed Dana. Then she watched in horror as the last grains of sand slipped down into the glass's bottom. "Oh no, we're too late!" she whispered.

"Yes, you certainly are," boomed a voice. Dana whirled around to find the Ghost floating behind her.

"Please don't kill us," Dana pleaded. "Don't kill my baby!"

The Ghost laughed mercilessly and prepared for the kill.

Suddenly, Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion burst through the door. "Freeze, dirtbag!" shouted Scarecrow.

"No!" shrieked the Ghost. "Those cool red shoes will be mine!"

Dana stared at him confusedly. "Really? All you wanted were my shoes?"

"Well…yeah," said the Ghost sheepishly.

"Well, if that's all," Dana took off the ruby slippers. "Here. They were hurting my feet anyway." She handed her shoes over to the Ghost.

"Oh," said the Ghost surprisedly. "Thanks."

"Now, Tin!" shouted Scarecrow.

Tinman quickly whipped off his cap and flicked the switch. The cap released a particle beam, which attached itself the Ghost. The Ghost writhed and squirmed, fighting to get free.

"Lion, go!" directed Scarecrow. Lion slid the trap towards the Ghost and punched the button. The trap opened and sucked the Ghost in.

"Nooooooooooo!" howled the Ghost as he disappeared and trap snapped shut.

The guys walked over to the trap cautiously and stared at it. "It's in there," said Lion astoundedly.

"That wasn't such a chore, now was it?" mused Tinman cheerfully.

Scarecrow came over to Dana and Oscar. "You two alright?"

She nodded. "Yes, definitely. We're fine." She hugged him. "Thank you."

Lion cleared his throat. "Tinman, now that we've captured the entity, what do we do with it? It might be dangerous for it to stay in the trap."

Tinman nodded. "I've been thinking about that too. It has to be emptied into some sort of storage unit."

"Hmm," said Lion. "If you'd br willing to colloborate with me, I think we could definitely build a containment facility."

"That's not a bad idea. Maybe we could even catch other ghosts, once we had a place to dispose of them," suggested Tinman.

"Yeah," agreed Scarecrow. "We could start a business or something."

"But what would we call it?" wondered Tinman aloud.

"How about…Ghostbusters?" suggested Dana with a grin.