"It's still a bit of a mess," Stephanie said to the Ghostbusters the next day at the firehouse. "We're trying to track down the owners of all the trucks, and some of them are owed money to replace the trucks that have been completely destroyed, not to mention that we're still doing repairs to our own truck."
"Thanks for the reminder, Mom," Hogarth grumbled.
Stephanie smiled. "Relax. In a day or two, it'll be like none of this ever happened. I just wanted to congratulate you all on a job well done."
"Appreciated, Steph," Constance replied. "We'll see you out there."
Giving the Ghostbusters a nod, Stephanie turned, fixed her police cap back on her head, and walked out of the firehouse.
"Well, I think we're pretty much done for the day," Hogarth announced. "My friends invited me to play some ball over at Larsen Fields. We'll pick this up tomorrow?"
"Hogarth," Jefferson said, "Muncher ate your baseball bat, remember?"
"I hadn't forgotten. That's why I bought another one this morning."
Hogarth walked over to his locker and opened the door. Suddenly, he let out a massive cry of rage that made the other Ghostbusters jump. Reaching in, he took out the chewed-up remains of an aluminum bat.
"MUNCHERRRRR!" Hogarth roared. "WAIT 'TIL I GET MY HANDS ON HIM!"
With that he sprinted up the stairs.
"Grab him!" Jefferson said, and the other Ghostbusters ran after him.