At the museum, Dana picks up a jar of thinner from a table and begins to head back to her station, reading the label. She stops halfway when she feels like someone's watching her intently. She looks around, but sees nothing nearby save for the large painting of Prince Vigo. She starts to walk away, but looks back. This time, some movement catches her eye as it seems like the painting was just…smiling at her. Get a hold of yourself, she thinks. She shakes her head and starts to walk away again, looking back at the painting as she does.
Peter walks into the Restoration Room through the grand arches, looking around at all the various artists working at their stations. He makes an impressed face as he looks around the nicely designed room. Peter walks over to Dana's station, shedding his coat as he approaches, revealing his blue sweater underneath. He's unaware that two sets of eyes watch him intently; one belonging to Vigo and the other to a very jealous Janosz.
Dana is concentrating hard on the work in front of her, dabbing at it with a long q-tip while looking through a pair of magnifying glasses. Peter grabs the edge of the easel and turns it away from her, causing her to stop dabbing in mid-air. He pretends to be interest in the work, then smiles at her, noting that the glasses make her eyes look huge and disproportionate to her face.
"You're good, pretty eyes." Dana smiles at him.
"I didn't paint it, I'm just cleaning it. It's a Gauguin."
"Oh, I've heard of him!" Peter says as he hangs up his coat on the side of the easel.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Dana asks as she cleans her brush.
"Been pretty busy lately, just thought I'd drop in to check on you," Peter says. Janosz approaches from behind him, putting on his biggest, fakest smile so as not to show his true feelings.
"Vell, Dana…aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" he asks in his most pleasant tone.
"Oh, sure," Dana says, pushing the glasses up off her face, "Peter Venkman, this is Dr. Janosz Poha." She thinks for a moment then adds "The HEAD of our department," to ensure Peter stay on his best behavior. Peter catches this and pleasantly offers his hand to Janosz. Janosz reaches up with his right hand and gently grabs Peter's fingers with his fingertips. Peter turns to Dana; giving her a perplexed look telling her he's wondering what the hell was wrong with this nutball.
"Yes, of course I've seen you on the television. Quite enjoy. Eh, not hear on business, I hope?" Janosz asks, releasing Peter's hand. Peter takes the opportunity to casually wipe his hand on his sweater, putting his pleasant smile back on.
"Well, that's top secret," he jokes. He looks over Janosz's head and sees the painting of Vigo over in his workstation. "Say, Johnny, you got a Gauguin too!" He brushes past the little man and heads over towards the painting. Janosz quickly follows him with Dana behind.
"Vell, actually, I'm preparing this piece for the new romantic exhibition. This is Prince Vigo, the ruler of Carpathia and Moldavia!" Janosz says proudly as he ascends the small step-ladder next to the painting that allows him to work on the towering piece. Peter stands in front of the painting and turns around, positioning himself to mimic Vigo's pose.
"Bit of a sissy, wasn't he?" Peter asks. Janosz grows a little defensive.
"He was a very powerful magician, Dr. Venkman….and a genius, in many ways." He looks up at Vigo's face as if seeking approval for his words.
"He was also a lunatic and a genocidal madman," Dana adds. Peter steps away from it and moves next to her, looking at it, studying it. "I hate this painting." Subtly, Janosz raises his hand to calm his master, feeling his steadily growing rage at the disrespect he is forced to endure. "I've felt uncomfortable ever since it came up from storage."
"Aw, you're probably feeling what Vigo's feeling…Carpathian kitten loss! Vigo's missed his kitten!" Pete jokes, getting Dana to smile. Peter steps over to the desk and grabs a pallet of paints and a brush off of it and moves towards the painting. "We'll just put one in here by the castle…" Janosz quickly leaps off the ladder and cuts him off.
"Don't go around altering valuable artwork, Dr. Venkman! Go, yes I think go, yes. This joyfulness is over!" He looks over at Dana, making dismissing motions with his hands, quietly telling her to get rid of him.
"He was just kidding," she assures him as she grabs Peter and begins to pull him away.
"You'll never get a green card with that attitude, pal," Peter retorts as they walk away. "I don't get…" He stops and slaps his head. "Oh, I get it! You're sweet on this hunky stud, aren't ya?" he asks her quietly.
"You know, Peter, every now and then I get the feeling that painting is watching me, even smiling at me," Dana tells him, seriously. They look back towards the painting to see Janosz moving as if he was having a conversation with the painted figure. They turn their heads back to look at each other strangely, not sure of what was going on.
The microwave beeps and Ray presses the door release button under the keypad. He pulls out a small Tupperware bowl filed partly with the pink slime and shuts the door, walking over to the table behind him where the others wait. He sets the bowl down, then pushes out his lab coat from under him as he sits in a chair. Winston yawns while Peter holds his cigarette looking dead tired.
"We've been experimenting with the ectoplasm we found in the subway, and come up with some very interesting results," he says.
"Should we get spoons?" Peter asks, looking at the bowl.
"Don't bother, watch this…" Egon says. He gives Ray a nod from across the table. Ray looks down at the bowl and suddenly his face twists into an angry expression.
"YOU! You ugly piece of slime!" he shouts out, filled with as much hate and venom as he can muster. Winston and Peter look at him as if he was crazy until they notice bubbles forming in the bowl. "You ignorant, disgusting blob! You foul, obnoxious muck! I have seen some real shit in my time, but you're a chemical disgrace! You…"
"Hey, hey, hey! That's enough!" Winston says, touching Ray lightly when he realizes he got too into what he was doing to notice that the bowl had gone from it's small amount to almost spilling over the top.
"Oh…sorry," Ray says with a nervous, apologetic smile.
"This is what you do with your spare time?" Peter asks.
"This is an incredible breakthrough, Peter," Egon says frankly. "Whatever this sample is, it's a psycho-reactive substance that clearly responds to human emotional states."
"Mood slime? What a concept. We should patent the rights to it, make a fortune," Peter says.
"You mean this stuff feeds on bad vibes?" Winston asks, trying to keep the discussion serious.
"Like a goat on garbage," Ray responds. "We've been running tests to see if we can get an equally strong positive reaction."
"What kind of tests?" Peter asks.
"Well…" Ray starts, turning a deep shade of red. "We, uh, we sing to it. Talk to it. Say supportive…and nurturing things…to it…."
"You're not sleeping with it, are you, Ray?" Ray gives Egon a look, and Egon turns away, clearing his throat, as if to signify that he was. Peter hangs his head, shaking it as he laughs.
"Oh, you hound!"
"It's always the quiet ones," Winston adds.
"Ahem…how about the kinetic test?" Egon asks, trying to get the topic off of him.
"Sounds like a good idea," Ray says. Egon turns around and throws papers and pizza boxes aside until he finds a toaster on the counter. He turns back to the table and places it next to the bowl.
"An ordinary household toaster," he says.
"We'll take your word for it," Peter says sarcastically. Ray takes a stick with a ball at the end and dips it into the slime. He picks it up and lets the slime drip into the slots of the toaster, trying to coat them evenly. He sets the stick back down on the table and Egon grabs the toaster. They head across the room to the pool table where he places it down as the other three join him.
"It responds to music, so we've been running tests on it," Ray says, "you know, playing some easy listening and road time music. Paul Young and 'Dust On the Wind' work okay…"
"But it loves Jackie Wilson," Egon says, wheeling over a stereo as a recording of "Higher and Higher" begins to play.
"Oh, I get it, it sings! It sounds exactly like Jackie!" Peter exclaims.
"Just watch," Egon says.
"Does it do Amy Lou Harr…" Peter cuts himself off in mid sentence as the toaster begins to jump up with the music. Winston's jaw almost drops down to the ground as the toaster picks up the pace and bounds all around the table, seemingly dancing to the music. The boys start getting into it, cheering as it teeters on one side almost toppling over, but recovering to resume its frantic dance pace. The toaster only stops long enough to eject two slices of toast from its slots, which Egon manages to catch. He sets the toast down as Ray cuts the stereo.
"Ooooh baby! Ooooh!" Peter says, reaching across the table and grabbing the toaster in a hug. "You're my number 1 Christmas gift boutique item!"
"Yeah, and the first time someone gets mad the toaster will eat their hand," Winston says. Peter stops hugging the toaster and looks it over.
"Oh, no way, man! We'll just put a warning label on here, we won't have any liability…" Suddenly, Peter starts to scream out as his two fingers appear to be caught in the slots. Egon and Ray quickly dive to pull it off of him, but are confused when it easily comes off in their hands. Peter laughs, holding up his two fingers. "Oh, did you ever go for it! The old man-eating toaster bit!"
"GET HIM!" Ray shouts. Peter's smile quickly fades as he realizes its now three against one as they tackle him onto the nearby couch.
That night, Dana walks into the bathroom carrying Oscar; his face and shirt are covered with remnants of his dinner. She stops over by the old cast-iron bath tub and turns on the water. She tests the temperature as it runs out of the faucet, and when she's satisfied bends down to put the stopper in the drain. The water begins to gather at the bottom of the tub as she turns and places Oscar down on the nearby changing table.
"Look at you, I think we got more food on your shirt than in your mouth," she says in a cutesy voice to the baby. The baby coos and kicks in response as she begins to remove his clothing. Caught up in playing with her son, Dana fails to notice that the running water has just grown quiet as the clear stream has been replaced by a steady line of pink slime. Dana keeps talking to Oscar as she begins to unbutton and remover her shirt, knowing full well she's going to get as much of a bath as he is. She picks him up and turns back towards the tub, her smile quickly fading.
The tub bends in on itself as a large mass of pink slime rises up from the bottom, taking the form of a very large mouth. Dana screams as she avoids the slime's lunge for her and darts out of the bathroom and out of the apartment.
The pounds on the door echo throughout the massive garage bay, amplifying them throughout the rest of the firehouse. Ray slides down the pole closest to the doors and quickly runs towards them. He opens one up to find Dana clenching a naked Oscar to her chest tightly inside of a trench coat.
"Dana!" Ray exclaims as he steps aside, allowing her access.
"Oh, Ray, it was horrible! The bathtub tried to eat Oscar!" she sobs. Ray takes her in her arms and gently rubs her back.
"Shhh, it's okay. You're safe now. You're safe with us." He looks up towards the opening in the ceiling that the pole runs through to the second floor. "Venkman! Venkman get down here!" he yells in between consoling words to Dana. Venkman stands over by the opening and peers down annoyed, trying to see what Ray wants.
"What the hell do you want…Dana? Dana! Oh shit!" He grabs the pole and quickly slides down, running over to them. "What the hell happened?" he asks as Ray hands Dana off to him.
"She says the bathtub tried to eat the baby," Ray tells him as the gently usher her through the garage bay towards Janine's desk. Egon and Winston come down the stairs, curious as to what all the commotion was about. Both were obviously in the middle of something as Egon wears a strange cap with wires and electrodes protruding from it on his head, while Winston wears pajama bottoms without their shirt, a towel wrapped around his neck and his face covered in shaving cream.
"What's going on?' Winston asks.
"Dana's tub attacked her," Ray tells them. Peter crouches down next to Dana as she rocks in Janine's chair with the baby, still distraught.
"Shhh, honey. It's okay. Tell us what happened," Peter says to her gently.
"It was horrible! There was all this pink ooze and it bent the tub. It came up like this giant hand or mouth or something and it just grabbed for us…I barely go out in time, I…I…"
"Okay, it's okay. You're fine now," Peter says, giving Ray a look. "Okay, I'll tell you what…this kid's got a serious nudity problem, howabout I find something for him, alright?"
"Oh, please don't leave me alone!"
"Winston will stay with you, won't you, Winston?"
"Yeah, sure, Pete," Winston says, wiping the rest of the shaving cream off his face. He sits down on the desk next to Dana as Egon, Peter and Ray move away and towards the stairs close together.
"Guys, talk to me here…a TUB just tried to eat MY girl," Peter whispers.
"Let's get up to the lab, I think I may have an idea," Egon whispers back.
"By the way, Egon, love the fashion statement," Peter says, motioning to Egon's cap. Egon rolls his eyes as he pulls it off and they head up the stairs.
Inside the lab, two jars of mood slime sit on a table with wires running from the jars to machinery against the wall, lights and indicators blinking and flashing as information is fed into it. A stereo sits near the set-up, two pairs of headphones running from it and over onto the jars while a cap similar to the one Egon was wearing sits on the table crumpled up as if it was quickly tossed aside.
Egon, Peter and Ray enter, and Egon heads over to the computer on the opposite wall. Peter looks at the set-up as the slime bubbles slightly in the jars.
"Okay, you've obviously been spending way too much time with this stuff…please tell me you know SOMETHING about it," Peter says.
"We've been experimenting with this stuff, and we've found out that the charge can in fact be altered from it's naturally negative state to a positive state through a series of methods," Ray explains to Peter, motioning towards the elaborate setup of slime and wires. "Mostly through music conditioning and positive thought waves amplified by this special headgear," Ray adds, holding up Egon's cap.
"And that's not all," Egon adds as he moves a long canister-like object with a strap away from the monitor so Venkman can see the information he pulled up. "I ran the name you gave me through the Occult Reference Net…this came up in Leon Zundinger's Magicians, Martyrs and Madmen." Ray and Venkman approach the computer and he reads the screen.
"'Sixteenth Century Carpathian was in a constant state of spiritual turmoil due principally to the despotic rule of Prince Vigo Von Homberg Deutschendorf , tyrant, sorcerer and psychotic aristocrat….' Sounds like a nice guy."
"And that's not all…get this, born 1505 died 1610," Ray says.
"105 years, he hung in there didn't he?"
"And he didn't die of old age either," Egon tells him. "He was poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, stretched, disemboweled, drawn and quartered."
"Ouch," Peter says. "Let me guess, he wasn't a people person."
"He was known as Vigo the Cruel, Vigo the Torturer, Vigo the Despised and Vigo the Unholy," Egon tells him.
"Howabout 'Vigo the Butch'?" Venkman asks.
"And there's a prophecy," Ray adds, "just before his head died, his last words were 'Death is but a door, time is but a window, I'll be back.'" Ray looks towards the slime jars. "And his forte was spells dealing with supernatural forces and in particular the raising of dead spirits."
"So you think the slime is connected?" Peter asks.
"Is the atomic number of Cobalt 58.9?" Egon asks in response. Peter gives him a blank look, then turns to Ray who nods that it is.
"That would explain why every time we try to get back down into the tunnels to learn more about the river of slime we suddenly grow incredibly busy."
"Alright, well Mr. Vigo's going to be investigated whether he likes it or not," Peter says firmly. "You guys grab Winston and head over to Dana's place, see what you can find with the tub. I'll stay here and make sure she stays safe."
"Sounds like a plan," Ray says, heading out of the lab. Egon takes off his lab coat and throws it up on a bookshelf as he follows Ray out. Peter starts after them, but quickly doubles back and grabs the coat off the shelf before heading out.
Ecto-1 pulls out of the garage bay as Peter comes down the stairs. Dana holds Oscar close to her wearing a t-shirt with the company's logo on it and a little better composed as she smiles up at Peter as he approaches.
"This was all I could find, but I'm sure it'll do," he says, laying down the coat on the desk folded in half. Dana lays Oscar down on it as Peter begins to tie him into it. "Feel free to give this your own personal touch, big guy."
"Isn't that Egon's coat?" Dana asks, holding back a laugh as she picks him back up with his new "diaper".
"Huh, I believe it is," Peter says with a smile. "You're gonna be staying at uncle Pete's for a while until this whole thing blows over," he says to Oscar, tickling him to get him laughing. He looks up at Dana, trying to look a little serious. "This is your place now."
Upstairs, Peter leads Dana into the bedroom area and over to one of the beds. He plops down on it and sets himself up as if he was making a sexy pose for a camera. Dana looks around the room and tries to hide the look of disgust from her face.
Winston, with his military background, was trained in being the neatest of the four. Although his bed is hastily made and clothing sticks out of his dresser drawers, there's less debris on the floor or under the bed. Egon's was the area littered with snack wrappers and papers full of scientific notes. Ray's area was clearly the one with a stack of paranormal books, auto magazines and a Mr. Stay Puft plush on his pillow. Venkman's was the worst by far. She was pretty sure she saw something breathing under his bed. Pizza boxes, Chinese food containers, beer bottles, cigarette packs and snack boxes are scattered throughout the room, particularly under the beds. Dana wonders if any of them ever learned to use a garbage can while earning their PhDs.
"So, here's how we'll handle the sleeping arrangement…I'll sleep on my side with your curled up behind with your arm draped over me. If we do it the other way," he says, flipping over, "I get your hair stuck in my throat and choke in the night." Dana sits down on the bed, forcing a smile as she tried to think of HAZMAT's number.
"Howabout me and the baby in the bed and you somewhere else?" Peter makes a thoughtful expression for a few seconds before shaking his head and shrugging.
"Hey, it's the way to go." Peter sits up next to Dana as she looks down at Oscar.
"It's so late, but I really don't want to put him down." Peter looks at her, then gets an idea.
"May I?" he asks. Dana looks at him, surprised.
"S-sure, go ahead if you want." She moves Oscar closer to him and Peter proceeds to point his finger at him.
"You're short, your belly button sticks out too far, and you're a terrible burden on your poor mother!" Peter jokes, effectively putting Oscar down.
Ecto-1 pulls up outside of the museum, lights flashing. Minutes later, every head in the restoration room turns towards the grand arches that line the entranceway as the Ghostbusters enter the room in full regalia with various form of equipment. Around his neck, Peter wears a specialized camera that clacks against the regular Polaroid camera. Ray has a ghost trap clipped to his belt along with his ecto-goggles, and a detector that takes reading from the sensor wand in his hand. Winston holds a modified EMP detector while Egon holds his Giga Meter and a calculator with headphones around his neck connected to a device on his belt. Both men wear their proton packs.
"Suck in the guts guys, we're the Ghostbusters," Peter says. Each of them takes in a deep breath as Janosz quickly makes his way across the room towards them. Happy, he is not.
"No! You! Go!"
"Who's this wiggler?" Ray asks Peter quietly.
"He's yours, Ray, sick 'im!" Peter snarls. Ray gives him a curious look, then shrugs to himself. He steps out and extends his hand, shaking Janosz's.
"Hi! Ray Stantz from the Ghostbusters, we're here on a routine spook check," The guys all disperse, utilizing their various forms of equipment as Peter approaches Janosz who looks totally confused.
"Dr. Wenkman, Dana is no here,"
"Well, I know that, Johnny."
"Then why are you came?"
"Well, we got a report of a major creep in the area and you were at the top of our list." Peter looks him over, then puts an arm around him. "Johnny, where in the hell are you from, anyway?" Janosz looks at him strangely.
"The Upper Vest Side?" Egon walks by, holding up his Giga Meter.
"The whole room's extremely hot, Peter," he says.
"Hot? Vat?" Janosz asks.
"This is one ugly dude," Winston says, walking up to Peter. Peter follows his gaze to see the Vigo painting across the room as Ray begins to scale a small ladder next to it in order to run his sensor wand over it.
"Oh, that's him! Mr. Ve-go! Vigs!" Peter heads over to the painting, grabbing the specialized camera and holding it up. "Look this way, please!"
"No! No, no, no!" Janosz says, running ahead of Peter and throwing himself in front of the painting. "No photographs, please, slides are awailable in the gift shop!" Winston rolls his eyes and reaches out, grabbing Janosz's arm and pulling him away forcefully.
"Thank you, Winston. Okay, can you give me angry? You're cranky, you've had a bad day…yeah! That's it!" Peter says as he begins to snap pictures of the motionless painting. "Yeah, good! Oooh, angrier! Oooh! Angrier! Oooh, I'm scared, you're scaring me! Stop it! Okay, walk for me, talk for me, okay, yeah! Yeah!" Peter continues on as Ray runs his wand up the painting for a final sweep, but stops when his eyes meet Vigo's. He looks hard at them, as if something caught his eye. "I bet the girls like ya, huh? The guys? I bet they both do. Howabout the animals? Do they like ya?"
Ray stares hard at Vigo's eyes. In a split second, they glow red which is echoed in Ray's eyes, immediately placing him under his thrall. Peter snaps his fingers next to Ray, getting him to drop the arm he held up motionless against the painting as he continues to snap away. "Oooh, that's it! More! Yeah, you're big! You're big! Yeah! Destroy me! Yeah, destroy me! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…!" Egon walks behind Peter and taps his shoulders, realizing he was getting a little too carried away with his fun.
"We need to talk," he says as he starts for the door. Peter looks back up at Vigo and shrugs.
"I've worked with better, but not many." He follows Egon. Janosz rubs his temples as Winston notices that Ray is standing limply on the ladder, his jaw open and a dumb expression on his face. He heads over and taps him on the arm, snapping him out of whatever he was under.
"Hey, man, you done?" he asks. Ray looks around, a little confused. He wipes the line of drool off the side of his mouth.
"Uh, yeah, I'm done. Why?" he asks as he starts down off the ladder.
"You're not coming down with something, are ya?"
"Who, me?"
Outside, Peter helps Egon off with his pack before he places it onto the rack inside the back of Ecto-1. Winston and Ray join them, shedding their own equipment to place inside the car.
"So, what'd we get?" Ray asks.
"Definitely an intensive amount of psycho-kinetic activity resonating within the building," Egon says. "Oddly enough, though, the majority of it seemed to be coming from a source OUTSIDE of the room."
"Yeah, that goes along with my readings," Ray adds as he helps Winston off with his pack. "According to the scanner, the painting itself only has a faint trace of PKE activity."
"So, what, Vigo's clean?" Peter asks.
"Not necessarily," Egon assures him.
"The painting could be acting like a locked door, you can hear muffled voices from behind it but you can't open it for clarity unless you have the key," Ray explains as he slides the rack back into the car and shuts the door.
"Which means Vigo's energy as a whole may be invested in the slime we've been finding around the city. We'll know for certain once we analyze the photos you took in the Spectrograph," Egon says.
"Alright, in the meantime, we should definitely keep an eye on that crazy dude in there," Winston says, shaking his head.
"You mean Vigo?" Ray asks.
"Him too," Winston says with a smirk. Ray chuckles a bit. The four of them begin to head towards their respective doors.
"We should also consider seriously investigating that slime flow under First Avenue as soon as possible, see if we can't learn something about its origins and perhaps unlock a weakness in Vigo," Egon says as he climbs inside Ecto-1 and closes the door.
"Right," Ray agrees as he starts the car up.
"First, we go check on Dana, make sure she hasn't had any more unexpected bath-time emergencies," Peter says.
"I could do with some sleep too, man I'm beat," Winston agrees.
"No rest for the wicked," Ray says with a smirk as he turns the wheel and begins to pull the car away from the curb, unaware to his friends that his eyes quickly flash with red energy and fade just as fast.
Inside the museum, Vigo's eyes quickly flash with the same energy as his painted scowl twists up into a sinister smirk.
The light turns red at the intersection and the cars all begin to slow down before the crosswalk; except for Ecto-1. Ray guns the motor and the car whips through the light, causing the crossing traffic to swerve lest they hit it.
"Li'l anxious, Ray?" Winston asks, looking at him.
"I just hate reds." Ray turns the wheel hard to the right, turning down a street while cutting off the car next to him and screeching the tires. Ecto-1 almost threatens to topple over from the high speed turn as Ray recovers and continues driving fast. From the back jumper seat, Peter looks at Ray and blinks, thrown by the turn.
"Maybe you should slow down…" Peter suggests.
"Are you telling me how to drive!" Ray yells back at him.
"Ray, what is with you! You're gonna kill someone!" Winston shouts.
"Wrong…I'm gonna kill EVERYONE!" Ray responds, laughing sinisterly. Peter slowly turns to Egon across from him.
"Ray's gone bye-bye, Egon," he says as he grabs a hold of his seatbelt and clenches his eyes. Egon does the same as Ray makes another sharp turn, forcing the others against their respective doors.
"Holy shit!" Winston says as he sees Ray is speeding directly for Battery Park with little signs of slowing down. Winston's eyes grow wide as he sees the park is full of people walking around on this unusually warm winter's day. He grabs for the radio and clicks on the outside speaker. "GET OUTTA THE WAY! RUNAWAY CAR! MOVE IT, PEOPLE! MOVE!" he shouts over it. That did the trick as pedestrians scatter when Ecto-1 hops the curb and enters the park.
"Yeah, run! For whatever good it will do you pitiful ants!" Ray says laughingly.
Winston drops the receiver and grabs the steering wheel, forcing it to turn just before the car crashed into The Immigrants statue outside Castle Clinton. However, now the Korean War Memorial was on a direct collision course. Fed up, Winston slugs Ray, then reaches over to slam his foot down on the brakes. The tries screech to a halt as the front bumper gently taps the fencing around the memorial. He throws the car in park and grabs Ray's collar.
"Ray! What the hell is wrong with you! Are you crazy, you stupid shit!"
"Wuh-Winston? Huh? What happened?" Ray asks confused as he rubs his cheek.
"Winston, back up a second," Egon says, leaning over the bench seat with his PKE Meter. The wings extend fully outward, and Egon shakes his head. "Just as I thought, a faint ectoplasmic trace. You were under a trance."
"Huh…I don't remember anything…"
"No shit, Francine!" Peter exclaims as he tries to unhook his belt. "That's why they call it a TRANCE! You could be sitting on the Empire State Building clucking like a chicken to the tune of 'I'm A Little Teapot' in your underwear and not remember it…HOW DO YOU UNHOOK THIS DAMN THING?" Peter tries to rip the belt out of the seat, growling in frustration.
"Ray, when we get back to the firehouse I want to run some tests on you to make sure there's no lingering effect," Egon says.
"Yeah, and in the meantime I'm driving!" Winston states.
