Chapter 3
"Okay, as soon as he's out, we hit him with the beams & hold him while Ray says...the B word three times." Peter said while laying down the trap.
"And if that doesn't work?" Winston readied his laser.
"We look for a good metallurgist & a scale modeler." Peter replied.
"Mmph mmph mmph." Egon rolled his eyes.
Ray brushed some stray lint from his hair. "I still think my containment beam--"
"Would be a novelty for bugs and microbes. Just say the damn words Ray." Peter placed the younger Buster on a shelf out of harm's way. "Lets do this thing."
Winston flicked his beam to full power. Egon flipped a switch & the trap burst open.
"Containment!" Peter hollered as three beams shot out.
"You son's of bitches!" BeetelJuice roared. He twisted in the rays.
"Now Ray!"
"BeetelJuice, BeetelJuice, BeetelJuice!" Ray yelled.
Nothing happened.
"I can't hold him much longer!" Winston bellowed.
"Mmph!" Egon's eyes widened with realization. He shut off his laser.
"Egon, what the Hell!" Venkman yelled.
"MMPH! Mmph, mm, mmph!" Egon gestured wildly at BeetelJuice & the proton packs.
"Timmy fell down the old well!"
"MMPH!"
"Shut off the packs! He'll kill us!"
Egon shook his head furiously.
"He can't be drawn back with us holding him!" Winston realized. He shut off his own pack.
"Mmph!" Egon nodded.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Peter shut off the laser.
"BeetelJuice, BeetelJuice, BeetelJuice!" Ray yelled again.
"Aw crap!" BeetelJuice vanished in a swirl of dust.
There was a loud crash as the shelf a now full sized Ray was sitting on collapsed.
The plate peeled off Egon's lips and dropped to the floor.
"We never...speak...of this." He gasped.
"Agreed." The others chimed in.
"Peter, you need to clean your uniform better. There was about three feet of slime in that pocket." Ray said.
"Don't start with me Ray."
The End.