Chapter 2

The GB's had surrounded BeetelJuice.

"Time to say Bye-bye Mr. Juice." Ray grinned.

"You first." BeetelJuice gestured & the GB disappeared.

"Ray!" Two startled voices cried out.

"MMPH!"

"Where's Ray?" Peter growled.

"You turn off those pistols, maybe I'll tell you." Beeteljuice grinned.

"What happened?" Ray groaned & sat up.

His gaze traveled.

"No...it's not possible! It was blown up!" He rose shakily to his feet.

The rooftop of Spook Central surrounded him. Ceremonial tables, the demon dogs--all of it was there.

"How..." He trailed off as he caught sight of the tower's new backdrop.

"Oh my gosh."

His now gigantic friends were pointing the proton rays at the ghost.

"Guys!" He yelled, dreadfully aware he was squeaking more than usual. "I'm right here! Egon! Winston! Peter!"

Unaware that a miniaturized Ray was almost within their grasp, the GB's continued to threaten BeetelJuice.

"You bring Ray back & unclamp Egon right now you Son of a Bitch." Peter said slowly.

BeetelJuice grinned and winked out of sight.

"What the hell?" Winston yelled.

Egon sheathed his gun and re-started his frantic search for a pencil.

"So now what? We blast him, the freako likes it. Not to mention he's got freaky powers." Peter said with disgust.

"Hey dude, you guys need to lighten up." The familiar voice came out of nowhere.

The Ghostbusters's theme began to play in mid air.

"What the hell?" Peter said, confused.

"Why's he..." Winston's eyes suddenly widened. "If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood, who ya gonna call?"
Before Peter could marvel at the fact Winston had just pulled off a perfect Ray Jay Parker Jr. impersonation, his own mouth moved.

"Ghostbusters!"

"If there's somethin' weird, and it don' look good, who ya gonna call?"

Peter tried to clamp his jaws shut to no avail. "Ghostbusters!"

The two stricken GB's began to dance. Egon paid them no heed as he kept looking for a pencil.

Ray stared, transfixed on the musical number. "This is not good."

Peter struggled, but his body was no longer his own. Winston's eyes bugged out. The ghostly music continued to play from the walls.

Egon began to search the tabletop for a pencil.

"Egon! Egon!" Ray jumped up and down, waving. "Look up here, darn it!"

Egon's eyes briefly flickered to the top of the tower. Slowly, his gaze traveled upwards again.

"Mmph!" He inquired disbelievingly.

"Egon, I've got a pencil in my bedside drawers." The inch-high Ray yelled. "Get it, and write down what we need to do to get rid of that thing!"

Egon nodded, and made a dash for the bed.

"...If you're all alone, pick up the phone, and call!"

"Ghostbusters!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Ghostbusters!"

"Who ya gonna call?"
"Ghostbusters!"

With that the two collapsed, exhausted, onto the floor.

"What...is...that thing?" Winston gasped.

"Class...nine." Peter wheezed.

The two slowly climbed to their feet.

Egon found his prize. He sized the pencil and began to write on the table.

"Naughty naughty Dr. Spengs." Beeteljuice popped back.

Egon ignored him and continued to scribble. That is, until his pencil became a fanged worm.

"MMPH!" He threw the creature away. BeetelJuice caught it one handed and slurped it down.

"Mmm. Delicious & nutritious." He grinned.

Egon looked like he wanted to be sick.

"That's it!" Peter loosed a blast onto BeetelJuice. "Winston, cross the damn stream, so we can annihilate the bugger."

"And ourselves? No way man." Winston loosed his own blast, keeping it clear from Peter's. "Let's try to get him in the trap first."

Egon snatched up the forgotten trap and lay it down. "MMPH!"

"Thank you Marcel Marso." Venkman said. "Okay, bring him down...slowly..."

"You think this thing can hold me?" BeetelJuice demanded.

"Yep." Peter said as it sucked him in.

"Shiiiiiii..." BeetelJuice vanished inside.

"Well, that's that." Peter grinned.

"Mmph!" Egon pointed to his still plated mouth.

"...Or not."

"Mmph, mmph!" He pointed to the tower.

"What's up?" Winston peered down at the roof. "Oh jeeze."

Peter stared down at the Mini-Ray.

"Now what?" He squeaked.

Peter sighed and sat heavily. Ray wobbled slightly in his tower.

"Watch it Peter!"

"Sorry Ray."

Egon mimed using a pencil. Winston nodded and retrieved one from his own drawers. Egon scribbled wildly on the table.

"Say BeetelJuice three times in a row." Peter read slowly. "That will send him back to the nether world, and hopefully cure Ray & I of our various...Yeah Spengs we get it. Stop graffiti-ing the furniture."

Egon dropped the pencil sheepishly.

"What if calling him again just breaks the trap?" Ray asked.

"Or worse, he get's sent home and you two are stuck that way?" Winston said pointedly.

"The Mini-Ghost buster. It'll be all the rage this fall." Peter brighten with merchandising possibilities.

"Peter, that's not funny!" Ray protested.

"Mmph." Egon agreed.

"We've gotta let him out, then say his name." Winston said slowly.

"Can't we do this tomorrow? I'm beat." Peter groaned.

"Peter!"

"Mmph!"

"Fine, sheesh." Peter threw his hands up. "But let's do it somewhere besides here. I don't want that thing having access to my stuff.

"Downstairs." Winston agreed. He grabbed the smoking trap and slid down the pole.

"C'mon Ray, you've got a date with some lint." Peter gingerly placed the GB in his front pocket.
"Thanks a lot Pete." Ray grumbled, muffled.

"C'mon Spengs." Peter slid down.

Egon slid down after him, the metal plate screeching against the pole.