Here's chapter 3

I'll start putting notes in the artist's comments.

Anyway, on with the show!

CHAPTER 3: Lola and Peter's trip to Central Park.

"Sure Ray, I'll head out with…WAIT! Why do I get stuck with the rookie?" Peter whined.

"My name is Lola!"

"Not right now kid. The grown-ups are talking."

"What!"

"Enough you two! Not another word!" He emphasized while glaring pointedly at Peter.

"Well, she started it…" Peter began.

" Peter your working with Lola, that's final. Now go pull our friend Slimer into a trap. Something tells me this isn't just some routine clearing job." Egon said, leaving no room for arguments as he ran of toward where the bellhops had gone to. "I'm so glad we're sending them away together." He continued as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Yea. I'm sorry to say but their bickering was giving me a headache." Ray agreed

"He gets so bossy when he hasn't had his nap" Peter grumbled. Suddenly he perked up.

"Hey now is that 'sniff' Honey-glazed ham I smell? And 'sniff' prime rib?" He noticed, while not noticing that Lola had fallen behind as she had gone to try to get Egon's attention.

"There!" He said pointing. "The Alhandra ballroom! No way he'd pass that up." And with that he was off, leaving Lola, who had just walked up, standing there looking as confused as she felt. Wouldn't you be confused after seeing your boss run off like that?

"Where are you running of to? We're supposed to be looking for Slimer." She yelled at him after catching up.

"The ballroom, duh!"

"Why!"

"Cause he's gonna be there at some point."

Lola considered arguing, but decided that for her own sanity she'd just let it go. But first… "What are you? A psychic?"

"Nope. Just an expert at Slimerology." Peter replied with a girn, as they reached the ballroom door.

As he was about to open it, the manager stepped in front him.

"I can't lat you in there. The Rodriguez Bar mitzvah is set to start in half an hour."

"So the special's gonna Beef Brisket?" Lola inquired.

"And you've done quite enough already. I' sure the … thing … will just go away." The manager continued. Suddenly crashes came from inside the room. The manager looked back with a gulp. "I-I'm willing to risk it! You're not going in there!"

Peter looked like he was thinking. "Alright, coffee time, everyone! Service has been declined beyond this point. But I hope the Rodriguez's like green, slimy streamers." Peter said, walking away leaving Lola to look at the worried, but determined manager before shrugging and following Peter.

"But, Pete-."

"Service has been declined." He restated with a wink. "Come on Rook. There's more than one way to get to Central Park."

Once they were out of the manager's hearing, Peter turned to Lola. "You bring your apron? We're gonna take a little short cut trough the kitchen."

"We can get to there without going through the ballroom?" Lola asked. "And you're walking dangerously close to a sexual harassment case."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your thongs in a knot." Peter said while turning down a hallway off the lobby, and facing the only door there. "Should be right through here." He said, kicking the door open. "Okay champ, you lead for a while."

"What! Why me? You're my superior!" Lola exclaimed.

"I wanna see how you'll do. I'm sure you'll do fine." Peter answered. Suddenly the radio crackled.

"Careful Peter. Remember the Ellis Island incident." Egon radioed in.

"Rookie, did you leave your radio on?" Peter asked patronizingly.

"I don't think so."

"Yes, you did Lola." Ray chimed in answering the question. "But that's okay. Pete-" *Stacticy krsh*

Peter walked away from turning Lola's radio off. "Stupid rookie mistake #2."

"What was #1?" Lola asked.

"Don't go off on your own." Peter answered while gesturing to the door again. "After you."

"Fine you big baby." Lola said, rolling her eyes as walked thru the door. After walking for a little bit, they turned into what she guessed was a food preparation room.

There was a pair of double door on one side of the room. A fridge, two cabinets and a gas stove took up the other. An island was in the center of the room with a pan rack above it. It formed a small hallway between the island and gas stove. "Take the helm Columbus. You're leading this expedition," Lola said.

"To the room on the right. Past that last cabinet." Peter answered automatically.

"You sure know your way around in here."

"I dated one of the cooks."

Lola, following his instructions, started going down past the first cabinet and when the lights flickered off. "Hey Pete could you find a light switch?" Suddenly the lights came back on. "Thanks."

"Umm… That wasn't me." Peter answered. "It was probably just caused by some faulty wiring."

"Was THAT caused by faulty wiring, too?" Lola said pointing to the corner, which by now absolutely cover by black slime. It was smeared from ceiling to floor, but seemed to be coming from the ceiling where it was dripping and oozing from seemingly nowhere. "I don't think I wanna go to Central Park anymore Peter."

"This was not on the kitchen tour. Alright, don't panic. It's just slime. It's fine as long as we don't touch it."

"Why? It looks like the slime that came from the bellhop guy when he, what did you call it, 'Funkified' me." Lola pointed out.

"Cuz it's slimy …and this kind is highly dangerous." Peter sorta explained.

"Why the only difference is that"

SQELCH!

"What was that?"

SQELCH!

"No clue."

The gas stoves pilot lights suddenly all lit up at once.

"Ah! That is NOT normal!"

"It's okay. Some kitchens have self-starting pilot lights. Just a little air in the line." Peter explained while shaking his head, thinking she was one of those jumpy rooks.

"NOT THAT, THE SLIME!"

Peter looked at the corner that was covered in slime…or WAS supposed to be covered that is. The walls were now completely bare and the slime was moving down the drain that had been hidden under the island which was now missing. The legs were still there, but where the table used to be seemed to be melted.

"Um, no, that's a new one. Umm Egon? We may be in need of some assistance." Only the hissing of annoying static greeted him.

"I told you I didn't leave the radio on. So back to the slime. It normally moves on it's own?"

"No, doesn't normally do that either." Peter conceded.

"Okay I just wanted to make sure that this isn't normal." As she watched the last of the slime go down the drain.

Suddenly the pipes under the floor started shaking, creating a horrible clashing and banging. The black slime also started bubbling up from the drain as Lola and Peter dodged the dishes crashing down on them, and the selves they were on following after.

"Yahgh, you'd think I'd be used to this stuff by now!" Pete yelled; while trying to keep his face from being cut up too much.

"You mean the dishes falling on you… OR THAT THING?" Lola screeched, pointing to something above t