This is so weird; I'm used to doing like two fanfics around the same time and now I've only got this one…and this one has just a few chapters to go before I have to find something else to occupy time with. But at least this can get some more time and attention (even though we're nearing the end).
But for the time being, let's just enjoy what's in store.
The Ecto-1 pulled up to the slime covered museum as a crowd of people cheered their arrival. Rex chuckled to himself, "Popularity is a perk of bein' a Ghostbuster. Listen to 'em cheerin' boys."
"Sorry," Andre pointed to the museum, "I'm too distracted by that."
"Sweet Zombie Jesus."
"It looks like a giant Jell-O mold," Robbie commented.
"I hate Jell-O."
"Oh come on, there's always room for Jell-O," Beck joked.
"Yeah, all over the city of LA."
"Just like when we blasted the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man right fellas?" Andre smiled in remembrance of that. "So much marshmallowy goodness."
"Enough with the food talk!" Beck put a stop to that. "It's making me hungry. Come on, let's just do what we do and get on with our lives."
"And hopefully before midnight," Rex added.
"Hands in," Beck put his hand in first, then the rest of them followed suit. "On three. One…two…three…"
"GHOSTBUSTERS!" The guys lifted their hands in triumph and proudly stood in front of the museum ready to fight.
Beck reached for his gun first. "Ghostbusters, get your guns."
The rest of them reached for their guns. "HOLDIN'!"
"Heat 'em up."
They charged their guns. "SMOKIN'!"
"Make 'em hard."
They all took aim. "READY!"
"BLAST IT!" The four of them started blasting to no avail. "Oh come on, we just did our thing!"
"Full neutronas," Robbie ordered as he set his to the maximum level.
"We on full?" The others nodded. "Alright, let's do this again." They all fired again, and got the same response. "Please tell me we don't have to cross streams again."
"Even if we did it wouldn't work. That slime wall is pulsing with evil. It would take a tremendous amount of positive energy to crack it open and I seriously doubt there's enough goodwill left in this town to do it."
"Might I suggest we all join hands and sing 'Kumbaya'?" Rex wasn't being serious.
"No, but you're sarcasm has given me a breakthrough."
"Do what now?"
"Robbie's got an idea," Andre explained.
"So why doesn't he just say he's got an idea?"
"Shapiro-Speak is complicated."
"May I continue please?" Robbie asked. Rex and Andre nodded as Beck gestured for him to carry on. "We're going to need something that can at least temporarily unite the people of Los Angeles together in positive emotion."
Beck (as well as Andre and Rex) just stared at Robbie. Beck made another motion with his hands ushering for Robbie to continue, "Such as?"
"I don't know, but we're also gonna need something massive in size or in strength to penetrate through the slime." For whatever reason this made Andre snicker. "Why do you always snicker when someone says the word 'penetrate'?" Andre snickered again. "Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Riddle me this gentlemen," Beck's statement seemed to appear out of the blue, "why do most people come to Los Angeles?"
"Fame and fortune," Rex responded. "They come for the quote 'Hollywood Fantasy' or whatever."
Robbie smirked at Beck. "Oh, I see what you're getting at."
"I don't."
"Come on guys," Beck headed back toward the Ecto-1 with Robbie following in understanding.
"Where're we goin'?" Andre inquired.
"We're takin' a little field trip."
"But first we need to pick up a few things," Robbie added.
"Like what?" Rex questioned.
"Just get your asses in the car."
…
"Okay," Cat was trying to make the best of time while trapped in a chain-link supply closet in an impenetrable building. "Let's play I-Spy again. I-Spy with my little eye something-"
"NO!" Jade barked at her, causing her to squeal in upset.
"That was mean."
"Yeah, that kinda was," Spencer agreed with Cat.
"Look Spencer," Jade was pretty peeved, "I am getting out of here one way or another with my baby…"
"And me!" Cat piped up.
"…and when I get out I am going to hurt you so bad that you'll wish you were dead."
"Pfft," Spencer scoffed and rolled his eyes, "like that hasn't happened to me before."
"I will gouge out your eyes, slice open your veins, and cut off your 'Little Spencer' if you don't let us out."
"That does sound pretty painful…but honestly it's not that little."
Cat looked at the two of them. "I'm confused; is Little Spencer a person or what?"
"But if you let us go now," Jade continued, "I'll just repeatedly punch and kick you."
"But Jade," Spencer began, "once it hits midnight the city will be ours- well, mostly Vigo's now that I think about it. However, you and I have this terrific opportunity to make the best of our relationship."
"We don't have a relationship you creep."
"Our future relationship. We could raise Vigo together as our son, make the ditzy redhead or servant or something, and…and…just think of the perks of being mother to the ultimate lord of evil! You'd be set for the rest of your life, just so long as I'm like your boyfriend or something. Then maybe you could learn to love me and we could-"
"Just shut up."
"Hi, Mr. Big Spencer," Cat waved, "can you let us out from this closet thingy so we can celebrate New Year's Eve?"
Spencer pretended to think about that. "No."
"But we'll be good! We won't touch anything!"
"What's this 'we' stuff?" Jade asked. "Just let the redhead out."
"Fine," Spencer went to open the locked door, "it's not like she can leave the museum or anything." Once he opened the door, Cat ran out in excitement while Jade kicked him in the groin and tried to run to her son. But she seemed to forget Spencer still had some sort of magic in him and he froze Jade where she was standing. "Like I said, you can't leave the museum." Spencer looked at Cat. "What about you? Are you going to touch anything?" Frightened, Cat shook her head. "Good," Spencer waved his hand and a pile of board games appeared. "Wanna play Pictionary until Vigo's return."
"Yay, I love games!" the easily distracted redhead joined him for a game of Pictionary.
…
"Oh," Andre and Rex finally realized what Beck had been implying when they pulled up to the Hollywood Sign (with special permission of course).
Beck walked over to the 'H'. "And if urban legends hold up," he tapped amongst the side until a door opened. "Voila!"
"There's a hidden door in the 'H'?" Andre asked with excitement.
"There's a hidden door in every letter."
"We just need a letter that can get us easy access," Robbie inputted.
"By that he means a letter that doesn't have to be altered, but can hold our stuff and break through the slime so that we can slide in using ropes."
"Works for me," Rex pulled a new piece of equipment from the back, "as long as I get to use the new slime blower instead of the proton pack."
"I wanted to use the slime blower!" Andre whined.
"Dibs."
"Aww dang!"
"Guys, come on," Robbie went into the truck and got a wireless speaker and an extension cord, "we need to put one speaker on each side on the outside of the 'H' as well as the inside."
"And you know we can do that?"
"Yeah, I've been in here before."
"You have?"
"I have a whole other life you guys know nothing about. Now come on, the city's counting on us to save the day again."
"Yeah, but I still wanna use the slime blower," Andre muttered as he picked up the other speaker.
"Andre chillax," Beck handed him a backup slime blower, "we packed another one."
"Yeah, yeah I knew that!"
The fab four hurried as fast as they could to put up speakers on top of both sides and hook up all wires. "Okay," Robbie handed a microphone to Beck, "Beck, you test it and I'm gonna hook up the game console."
"Why do we need an X-box remote thingamajig?" Rex asked.
"To move the 'H'," Robbie answered back. "This thing can't move itself you know."
"I'm just surprised it's got a hidden window in the 'H' connecting line thingy," Andre observed. "Are we gonna break the window to lower the rope into the museum?"
"That's why we got the 'H', yes- and no, we're gonna open the window there's no need to break it. Ready Beck?" Beck gave Robbie the thumbs up. "And test the mic…now."
"Testing one, two," Beck spoke into the mic as his voice echoed. "Hey this is Beautiful Beck takin' requests inside the Hollywood Hot-Spot; I'm talkin' bout the 'H' people. It's a fabulous day in LA so-"
Robbie took away the microphone. "Thank you, Beck. Help me make sure everything's in place and ready to go. Andre, Rex, I give you full permission to slime the hell out of the 'H'."
"You got it, dude!" the two replied. With quick glances to each other, they started spraying slime all over the inside with glee. And they did for a good two minutes or so until...
"GUYS!" Beck gestured for them to climb the stairs up to the window so they could view where they were going. "It's go time. Rob, is it ready to go?"
"Yup," Robbie finished fiddling with the stereo and took his place with the guys to man the control. "Get ready for the ultimate in musical repetition."
"It ain't gonna dance is it?" Rex asked.
"No, but this song should be enough to put it in motion."
"How often we gotta hear it?"
"It's on a loop, so it's gonna play as often as necessary. But when we near the museum we have to restart the song and turn on the outside speakers."
"And unfortunately we have to keep it on full blast," Beck informed as he reached for the radio remote.
"Now the maximum volume on the stereo isn't considered loud enough to encompass the entire interior on its own and that's why we're also using speakers inside."
"So prepare to get this song stuck in your head." Clicking play with the remote, the song started to play.
"AW NOT THIS SONG!" Rex blocked his ears.
"IT GETS STUCK IN MY HEAD ENOUGH ALREADY!" Andre proclaimed as he held his hands to his ears.
"BUT THE SLIME REACTS TO THIS!" Robbie reminded via screaming. "IT'S OUR ONLY ALTERNATIVE."
"OUR ALTERNATIVE SUCKS!" Rex protested.
...
Tori wouldn't stop pacing in Beck's apartment. "I just know something's wrong."
"My sister the pessimist," Trina commented as she snapped her fingers and Sinjin fed her more popcorn.
"Maybe you should take Beck's truck and drive to the museum to see if they got in," Sinjin suggested.
"I just got back from the museum five minutes ago," Tori reminded.
"You left?" Both Sinjin and Trina weren't aware that she had previously left.
"You guys are so observant. There was a crowd around the museum and when I asked if the Ghostbusters got in, a guy with crazy hair drinking out of a coconut said they couldn't get in and then they took off in their car."
"Maybe they did get in but nobody saw 'cause of the slime," Sinjin suggested.
"They didn't get in Sinjin. The proton packs were totally useless."
"Well, those were the new proton packs Robbie built to go with their new uniforms they got for Christmas. Maybe their old proton packs would work."
"Doubt it. Besides, I don't think I have the power to use one of those. Do you know how heavy they are? Sorry, but I can't use a proton pack."
"And I don't do work," Trina added.
Sinjin raised his hand in excitement. "Ooh, ooh, let me use a proton pack!"
"You?" the Vega sisters gave him a look.
"Yeah, I'm used to carrying heavy stuff 'cause of all the different tax junk I carry- and I've been working out. Plus I've always wanted to wear one of their uniforms."
"You don't have to wear one of their old uniforms," Tori stated.
"I know, but I want to. Come on, this is my only chance to be a Ghostbuster!"
"Fine!"
"YES!"
"Come on, we'll take the truck to the firehouse and get you all the stuff."
"Goody! You coming Trina?"
Trina stood up. "Why not; I've got nothing better to do anyway."
"Just think, you'll get to see me in uniform…unless uh," he suggestively raised his eyebrow to her, "you wanna see me out of uniform."
"No…well…if you become a hero and people like you I suppose you could tell everyone I'm your girlfriend and maybe that'll help get me on a reality show."
"Hey," Tori was still standing there, "the city is in danger and no one can find the Ghostbusters. Come on, let's go." The three of them hurried into Beck's truck and drove to the firehouse.
Once inside, Sinjin tried on their old uniforms, readied a proton pack, and headed back to the truck. "This thing is really heavy," Sinjin stopped to catch his breath. "Is it gonna fit in the truck?"
"Even if it could it's no use," Tori started the truck, "we're almost out of gas and the museum isn't exactly in walking distance."
"I'm not gonna walk in this thing!"
"That's the Trina type of attitude."
"Wow, I guess I'm starting to rub off on you," Trina smiled at him.
"You mean you can exchange more than saliva when you make out with someone?" Sinjin questioned.
"Seriously, gross," Tori commentated. She slumped back in her seat. "I guess all we can do now is just pray the Ghostbusters go back and somehow get in the museum; but that'll take a miracle."
HONK! HONK! A Greyhound bus pulled up behind the truck. Curious, the three of them went to the bus as the door opened. At the driver's seat- wearing a bus driver's hat and tie- was Slimer. "Need a ride?" he seemed to say.
The three of them exchanged glances and shrugged. "Sure, why not."
"Are you sure he's licensed to drive a bus?" Sinjin inquired.
…
Meanwhile near the museum, nearly thousands of spectators had gathered in awe of the giant 'H' from the Hollywood Sign making its way through the streets of LA with the Ghostbusters waving from a window.
"What's up LA?" Beck addressed the crowd through the microphone. "Get ready for an old-school party song! Sing-along if you know the words!" He pushed play on the remote as Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go blasted through both the inside and outside speakers. And by this point the song was stuck in their heads and the Ghostbusters were singing along (in hopes to encourage the public to sing along too).
Approaching closer and closer to the museum, the song was indeed helping the slime part. "THERE IT IS!" Robbie pointed to a the glass skylight atop the museum, "BREAKING THROUGH THE SKYLIGHT WILL TAKE US DIRECTLY INTO THE RESTORATION ROOM!"
"BUT HOW WE GONNA BREAK IT?" Andre questioned.
"YOU'LL SEE, AND HOLD ONTO SOMETHING!"
"WHY?"
"SHE'S GONNA JUMP!" Beck shouted.
"LIKE BOUNCE IN THE AIR AND LAND THROUGH THE SKYLIGHT THING?" Rex inquired.
"YUP!"
…
Spencer was squirming and squealing with delight. "It's almost party time!" He looked at his watch. "Get ready!" Everyone stared at the painting as it transitioned out beams of light from Vigo's head and to Baby Ethan, who was positioned directly below the painting on a stone altar.
"NO, STOP!" Jade pleaded as she stood frozen in her spot.
"Yeah that might hurt him," Cat also protested, but didn't move in fear of being frozen.
"Relax, the baby won't feel a thing," Spencer assured, "and when it's over, Vigo will be back…granted he'll be back as a baby, but still it's a pretty big deal." Spencer started to spaz out as beams flew out of his eyes and back to the painting. Once that was over, Jade was able to move again. The instant she could, she snatched up the baby. "Hey, not cool!" Spencer tried to get her to freeze again, but whatever magic he had went back into the painting. "What? It was a temporary deal!"
"LOOK!" Cat pointed up at the skylight. "I think something's about to crash through here."
"TAKE COVER!" Jade, Spencer, and Cat scattered for cover as the giant 'H' broke through the skylight. Once the base of the 'H' was through the floor, four ropes landed onto the floor and the four heroes came sliding down.
"YAY!" Cat cheered.
"Oh thank God," Jade breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh come on!" Spencer seemed upset. "Not you guys again?"
The men triumphantly stood in the Ghostbusting glory once their feet were firmly on the ground. "WOO!" Andre was pumped. "I say we do that again!"
"OH NO! NO! NO! NO!"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" Beck smiled and waved to Spencer. "Happy New Year motherfucker."
Pardon the language, but that was a slight reference to Die Hard. I don't know if you caught it, but I did reference the original fanfic Ghostbusting is VicTORIous because I felt that was the perfect opportunity to do it and they didn't do it in the sequel but I wanted to put it in mine. I also referenced Futurama 'cause I'm currently obsessed with that show.
Some of you might be wondering why the used the giant 'H' from the Hollywood Sign: Honestly, I needed a landmark in California and that was the only one I could think of. I doubt there are hidden doors and windows and staircases in each of the letters and I have no idea how big the letters are. The film used the Statue of Liberty, but I couldn't very well do that because this takes place in California and not New York. So I hope nobody minds the liberties (I think that was a pun) I had to take.
All in all, it still turned out pretty good, even the ending. It was totally tough deciding how and where to end this and I thought I chose a fairly decent spot. The next chapter is more than likely gonna be the battle and I'm not sure but it might very well be longer.