The New York City street was full of cars, all honking. In the field
of cars lay the rusty Ecto-1, which stood out like a soar thumb. The cars
were facing towards a tunnel which was blocked with traffic.
"Gotta love the traffic." Winston said.
"Well no worries," Peter said calmly, "we can just take the next
flight."
"When's the next flight?" Ray said.
"Beats me," Peter said as he leaned back in his seat, "Turn on the
radio." Ray extended his hand towards the radio and pressed the start
button. A spark flew as Ray touched it and flung his arm back.
"What the hell?!" Winston said.
"Hey," Peter said, "I didn't do it!"
An emerald substance came out of the radio.
"Slimer!" They all said. Slimer looked down and talked his usual
gibberish.
"Thanks Spud!" Peter said, "Now the radio doesn't work!"
"No worries Peter." Ray said.
"What Ray?" Peter said, "Why no worries?!"
"We can sing." Ray said as he started singing When the Saints Are
Marching In.
"I had to ask," Peter said, "Nothing can go worse now."
"What do you mean we can't take the packs!?" Peter said. "I'm sorry sir," the woman said at the ticket counter. "but we need a permit for those to be brought on to the plane." "Permit," Peter said, "Ray don't you got one." "Let me get it out." Ray said as he dug deep into his pockets. He pulled out a small card with a crimson smudge on it. Ray handed it to the woman. "I'm sorry," the woman replied, "but this card is expired." "Let me see that." Peter said, "What is that red thing on the card Ray?" "Ketchup." Ray said. "Expiration May 1997?!" Peter said. "Come on ma'am," Winston said, "don't you know us? The Ghostbusters?" "Sorry," said the woman, "I don't recall the name." "The Giant Stay-Puft of 1984?" Ray said. "Nope." the Woman replied. "The Pink Slime disaster of 1989?" Peter said. "I'm sorry sir, but you still can't enter." the Woman replied. Peter groaned. He brushed his hair back with his hand and sighed. Egon looked around. A blaring sound came from his pocket. He looked down and pulled out his PKE meter. Egon held it out towards the air. A gray apparition appeared from the ceiling. It flew down and the woman behind the counter shrieked. It ran past the metal detectors heading towards the gate. "Now can we pass?" Peter said. "Go!" the woman yelled. They put on their proton packs, Ray put on his ecto goggles, and they ran down following it's path. The four ghostbusters ran down the walkway to see the ghost. It was gray, with glowing gold and sapphire eyes. Peter, Egon and Winston all held out their proton guns. They aimed and fired at the ghost. The ghost ran and the streams missed setting a hole through the roof. The ghost disappeared and the spectators at the airport were puzzled. The ghost then swooped down through the roof towards one of the tourists. Peter fired the stream at the ghost hitting it. CLICK. A flash went into Peter's eyes and he let go of the stream. A tourist took a picture of them. The ghost went to the ceiling. Winston and Egon fired. They got it with a direct hit. Ray rolled out the trap. "Everyone in the building," Peter yelled, "cover your eyes!" People started closing their eyes looking away. Ray stepped on the button attached to the trap cable. Egon and Winston stopped their stream and looked away, Ray looked away, Peter looked away and everyone else in the airport looked away as the trap doors opened letting out an enormous bright light which sucked in the ghost into the trap. The ruckus ended and everyone looked at the steaming trap. It's red light was blinking as Ray bent down and picked it up by the cable. Peter took out a small pad and wrote on it. He gave it to one of the ticket agents. "Give that to your boss." Peter said. They walked onto their plane with everyone still silent and shocked over the incident.
"I had to ask," Peter said, "Nothing can go worse now."
"What do you mean we can't take the packs!?" Peter said. "I'm sorry sir," the woman said at the ticket counter. "but we need a permit for those to be brought on to the plane." "Permit," Peter said, "Ray don't you got one." "Let me get it out." Ray said as he dug deep into his pockets. He pulled out a small card with a crimson smudge on it. Ray handed it to the woman. "I'm sorry," the woman replied, "but this card is expired." "Let me see that." Peter said, "What is that red thing on the card Ray?" "Ketchup." Ray said. "Expiration May 1997?!" Peter said. "Come on ma'am," Winston said, "don't you know us? The Ghostbusters?" "Sorry," said the woman, "I don't recall the name." "The Giant Stay-Puft of 1984?" Ray said. "Nope." the Woman replied. "The Pink Slime disaster of 1989?" Peter said. "I'm sorry sir, but you still can't enter." the Woman replied. Peter groaned. He brushed his hair back with his hand and sighed. Egon looked around. A blaring sound came from his pocket. He looked down and pulled out his PKE meter. Egon held it out towards the air. A gray apparition appeared from the ceiling. It flew down and the woman behind the counter shrieked. It ran past the metal detectors heading towards the gate. "Now can we pass?" Peter said. "Go!" the woman yelled. They put on their proton packs, Ray put on his ecto goggles, and they ran down following it's path. The four ghostbusters ran down the walkway to see the ghost. It was gray, with glowing gold and sapphire eyes. Peter, Egon and Winston all held out their proton guns. They aimed and fired at the ghost. The ghost ran and the streams missed setting a hole through the roof. The ghost disappeared and the spectators at the airport were puzzled. The ghost then swooped down through the roof towards one of the tourists. Peter fired the stream at the ghost hitting it. CLICK. A flash went into Peter's eyes and he let go of the stream. A tourist took a picture of them. The ghost went to the ceiling. Winston and Egon fired. They got it with a direct hit. Ray rolled out the trap. "Everyone in the building," Peter yelled, "cover your eyes!" People started closing their eyes looking away. Ray stepped on the button attached to the trap cable. Egon and Winston stopped their stream and looked away, Ray looked away, Peter looked away and everyone else in the airport looked away as the trap doors opened letting out an enormous bright light which sucked in the ghost into the trap. The ruckus ended and everyone looked at the steaming trap. It's red light was blinking as Ray bent down and picked it up by the cable. Peter took out a small pad and wrote on it. He gave it to one of the ticket agents. "Give that to your boss." Peter said. They walked onto their plane with everyone still silent and shocked over the incident.