"You Ain't Nothin' But A Terror Dog"

The immense heat of the Proton Gun was beginning to overwhelm Alexis's grip upon it, as she made a countless effort to try and bust Slimer and the Lonesome Ghosts and end what felt like a long, exhausting night. Louise Peck and John Hardemeyer were no help whatsoever, especially after they just screamed like crying little babies and ran away. These ghosts weren't even all that frightening up close, which was pretty evident from the silly faces they were making at her as she fired every ounce of power from her Proton Pack.

While busy with the task of fighting the recently-escaped ghosts, she heard Louise, John, and a third party screaming like whiny babies once again. She was starting to become very agitated with everyone screaming like that, while she was the only serene one in the whole group. But she figured that it was understandable, considering how none of them had ever faced supernatural moments like this before.

However, as she glanced over to where Louise and John stood, she realized just how necessary their screams were, once she noticed the Terror Dog from earlier that evening standing there in the building with them. She immediately shut off her Proton Gun, finding a much greater threat in this monster than the ghosts hovering above her, and screamed to Louise, John, and the janitor who had mysteriously entered the picture, "GET DOWN!!!"

They had done exactly what the Ghostbuster said, right before she opened fire on the demonic beast, knowing full well that her stream would have no effect against it. But she needed to distract it long enough for Louise, John, and the janitor to crawl her way and move at a safe distance from the demon she was fighting.

"Peck! Hardemeyer! You two get everybody out of here!" Alexis ordered them. "I'll hold off this monster!"

Louise and John didn't bother arguing against Alexis's demand, as they were too afraid as it was to object anything. Together they guided Jackson, Rico, Lilly, Oliver, and the mysterious janitor away from the scene, dashing down through a hallway that was to the left of them. They had no idea where they were going, as long as it was far from the demonic canine.

Slimer and the Lonesome Ghosts instantly stopped having fun, when the Terror Dog entered the picture. Even they were frightened by its hellish appearance, so much that they made a quick exit, phasing their transparent forms through the nearest wall. These ghosts knew when the fun was over, at least in one particular area. Their fun was far from over; but their night at Madison Square Garden was, if the Terror Dog was there.

Alexis barely even realized they had disappeared, being focused on the demon before her. It didn't occur to her how alone she was in that hallway, as she continued firing her useless particle stream at the dog. The demon just snarled viciously, angered and annoyed from her fruitless effort in trying to defeat it. With one ferocious howl, the Terror Dog began charging straight at Alexis, moving through the particle stream as if it were just water splashing its grotesque face.

Shutting down her Proton Gun, Alexis felt her task was accomplished in distracting the dog's attention. She ran as fast as she could down the hallway, not deciding to go down the one that Louise, John, and their friends did. It was crucial for her to keep it away from them, long enough to come up with a good plan.

Chelsea and Newt checked as many places as they could to find Raven, including the bathroom, which was the first place they checked (or at least Chelsea did, since it was the girl's bathroom). But it seemed as if Raven was nowhere around, which puzzled them both more than usual. And the worst thing of it all was that they seemed to be lost themselves, after spending half an hour searching all over for Raven.

"Oh, man! I totally forgot which section we came out from," uttered a nervous Chelsea. "I can't remember if it was A, B, C, or even Q."

For some strange reason, Newt was reciting the alphabet in his head, and when he got after "C," he completely went blank. "Does 'Q' come after 'C'?"

"I don't know! I can't even remember that!"

The two were nearly on the verge of panicking, until they heard Eddie's voice call out to them from nearby. "What've ya'll been doing? Counting all of the concession stands in M.S.G. or something?" They turned and noticed Eddie and Meena, accompanied with an extremely ticked-off Cory, walking towards them.

"Oh, Eddie! Thank goodness you guys showed up!" Chelsea ran up and hugged him at the moment she saw them arrive. "You all are some serious lifesavers, man!"

Eddie looked very confused at her joyful attitude, seeing that he had seen her only a short while ago. Meanwhile, Cory was less than enthusiastic seeing Newt and Chelsea again. "They are serving tubs of multi-flavored ice cream in the arena right now! And we are not there to get any! WHERE IS RAVEN?!?!?!"

Newt and Chelsea wanted to give Cory a straight answer, but it appeared that neither of them had one to give him. At least that was until Newt spotted a janitor with the same figure as Raven, coming out of his quarters with a highly puzzled look on his face. "Oh! There she is!"

When Cory and the others turned to see who Newt thought was Raven Baxter, they could barely believe he even say that it was. "That is not my sister, man!" Cory angrily exclaimed. "That's just some janitor!"

Newt closed one eye while looking at the janitor and said, "Well, he kinda looks like her from the side."

Chelsea also closed one eye and realized that Newt did have a point. "Yeah, she kinda does, now that you mention it."

While the others just shook their heads in disgust at the two naïve members of their troupe, one of the security personnel appeared and spotted the janitor coming out from his quarters. He seemed extremely confused, scratching his head, as he called out to him, "Hey, you!" His voice was heard from Cory and his friends, and they watched him as he approached the janitor. "I thought you were backstage, cleaning up that mess in Hannah Montana's dressing room."

The janitor looked just as puzzled as the guard. "What're youse talkin' about? I've been cleanin' out da bathrooms da whole time!"

"Oh, really?" said the suspecting guard. "Well, we'll just see if you cleaning bathrooms or really trying to disguise yourself as a janitor to see a free Hannah Montana concert!"

"WHAT?!" The janitor exclaimed, as he roughly grabbed by the arm from the security guard and led away, screaming in protest.

Listening in on the conversation between the guard and janitor made Cory and the others think about where exactly Raven could have been at that time. If a janitor that had a physique identical to Raven was suspected of being one in disguise wasn't enough to clue them in on what had become of her, then nothing else would have.

The only question that remained was: Why would she be desperate enough to go backstage?

Of course, neither of them bothered trying to figure out and instead focused on getting there to find her, before she got herself into serious trouble…again. With careful sneakiness, they headed through the double doors that led backstage, not seen by any of the security personnel.

Running for what felt like hours, Louise and John stopped in the middle of the hallway with Jackson, Rico, Lilly, Oliver, and Raven and took a moment to catch their breath. While doing so, Raven began to feel guilty leaving Alexis behind to take care of the demonic canine and made a plea to the others. "We've got to go back and help her. She can't take of that thing alone."

Still shocked by the high pitch in the voice of this "janitor," John shook his head and uttered, "No, we sit tight, wait, and let the so-called 'professional' handle this."

"But she'll get hurt, if we don't do something," said Raven, as she began taking off the cap and fake moustache to reveal her real identity (much to the surprise of the people in front of her). "Listen, I've got a plan to…"

"RAVEN!" She suddenly heard her brother's angry voice calling out from across the hallway. And as much as she wanted to think that it wasn't him, his continuous ranting proved not to be the case. "What're you doing back here?"

She turned to him, almost glaring into his eyes. "I'd ask you the same question!"

"Okay, Raven…I understand that you're anxious to see Hannah Montana in person again," said a concerned Chelsea, "but I seriously think you should return to the arena, before you get caught. Alright?"

"Chelsea, it's not like that at all." Raven explained. "I had a vision of…"

BBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

The ferocious sound nearly made them all jump out of their skins, as they spotted Alexis running towards them, still being chased by the monstrous dog. As Raven saw this, a feeling of déjà vu came over her, and it didn't take long for her to realize that this was exactly what happened in her vision.

Quickly thinking of a way to help the Ghostbuster and themselves, Raven looked around to find someplace for everyone to hide. It was then that she noticed they were standing right outside the dressing room of Hannah Montana. She dashed over to the door and opened it, urging her friends to go inside. "Everybody in here! C'mon!"

While they all ran inside the dressing room, the panicked and exhausted Alexis saw how Raven was keeping the door open for her as well, waving for her to follow them. Just as she neared the opened doorway, Alexis practically leaped and fell into the room, right before Raven slammed the door and locked it shut. She then stepped away, once the demonic dog began clawing at it in from the other side.

"Ya nasty!" She cursed the monster, after she helped Alexis to her feet. "Are you okay?"

Alexis nodded in confirmation. "Thanks for saving my butt. Took some quick thinking for you to do what you did."

"Quick thinking…or maybe some simple precognition," remarked a sheepish Raven.

"You mean you're a mind reader?" Alexis said, sounding very impressed. "Oh, I know for a fact that Kimberly Venkman would take a great interest in talking with you."

Raven smiled brightly on this notion, being the huge admirer she was on that particular Ghostbuster. "Really?! You know I dig that girl the most of out all y'all, no offense."

Hardemeyer rolled his eyes over this "moment" between Alexis and Raven, while still hearing the fierce clawing noises coming from outside the dressing room. "Okay, enough girl time! We need to focus on getting rid of Pluto's satanic cousin, before he rips us all to shreds!"

"Raven, you said that all of this was in a vision." Eddie said. "What did we do to get rid of this thing?"

Raven couldn't bring herself to tell Eddie and everyone else the part where Newt was attacked by the demonic canine. All that she did tell them was, "We got around and started screaming at the same time. I'm not sure if we were distracting or confusing it, but I think it was working."

While hearing this, Alexis began to formulate a plan in her head. "Then that's what we'll do. You all spread out over the room and yell real loud, trying to get its attention. Meanwhile, I'll sneak up from behind, roll the Ghost Trap in underneath it, and pull its ugly butt right in."

Although it sounded like a great plan to Raven, she just couldn't help but to think about what would happen to Newt in the process of it. It was because of this that she suggested, "I'm in, as long as Newt is the one who opens the door and lets the dog in."

Newt seemed not only confused but slightly terrified by Raven's proposal. "Well…wh-why m-me?"

"Dude, relax." Cory calmly told him. "My sister would tell you if she saw something bad in your future. Right, Raven?"

Raven smiled and nodded to Cory, before she quietly said to herself, "Oh, man. I hope this works."

A short moment later, everyone was spread around the dressing room, with Newt and Alexis standing on opposite sides of the door. Alexis had her Ghost Trap ready, while Newt was braving himself to open the door and allow the Terror Dog to barge in. His palms were sweaty, as well as his face. No matter how much he or anyone else told him that he could do this, he kept telling himself that he couldn't in his head.

Unfortunately, drastic times called for drastic measures—and whether or not he wanted to do this, he just had to for the sake of his friends.

Once Alexis nodded for him to open the door, Newt slowly reached for the knob, practically hearing the dog's ominous breathing on the other side and smelling his foul breath, which seeped through the cracks of the door. The moment his hand finally touched the knob, he turned it and opened the door in such lightning-quick fashion that he barely even realized he had done so.

The Terror Dog broke the door down at the moment it charged in, howling with enough ferocity to shatter the mirror in Hannah Montana's dressing room. It was this time when everyone began screaming and shouting at once, distracting and confusing the beast long enough for Alexis to roll her Ghost Trap in. The plan seemed to have been working, as the demonic canine gazed left and right, seeing several possible souls to consume and bodies to possess.

"Come here, little doggy! Come here!" Chelsea exclaimed, exactly the way Raven predicted, even making kissing noises in addition.

However, one seemed to have cried out the strongest from behind it, in the form of Newt Livingston. He blatantly joined in to help distract the beast; but at the same time, he failed to realize that he had blown Alexis's cover in doing so. And for reasons unclear to her, he took a red tablecloth from the nearby cart of ice cream and acted like a matador, even going as far as waving the tablecloth and chanting, "Toro! Toro! Toro!"

Little did both Newt and Alexis realize that this was exactly what happened in Raven's vision, right before the monster charged at Newt. And that was exactly what appeared to be happening again, as the demonic canine turned and focused on him, roaring viciously. It then charged at him with such speed and ferocity that there was no way Newt could dodge in time to avoid it. He stood there and screamed in terror, as the monster leaped high over the air, pouncing straight towards him.

"NO!" Raven cried, her vision coming true right before her eyes.

Meanwhile, Alexis decidedly made a last ditch effort. Only seconds before the Terror Dog had pounced, she screamed to Newt, "Catch this!" She then tossed the Ghost Trap to him, and he luckily caught it, with the top end of it pointed directly at the beast. With the foot pedal end grasped in her hands, Alexis pressed down on it, using her palm, and immediately opened the trap.

A bright flash emerged from the Ghost Trap, making Newt and everyone else turned their eyes away from it. The flash engulfed the Terror Dog, and its dark, grayed, ominous form began to dematerialize directly into the Ghost Trap. After every part of its body was inside, the Ghost Trap automatically closed, sealing its captive inside.

Newt slowly opened his eyes to see that he was still in one piece and the monster was completely gone from the room. Looking down at the smoking Ghost Trap in his hands, he smiled and yelled, "AWESOME!!!"

Everyone else, especially Raven, sighed in relief over the Terror Dog's defeat. Alexis was the first to voice her satisfaction by saying, "Good work, everybody. It really took a lot of bravery from all of you to do what you did in stopping that thing."

"Yeah, a lot of bravery or plenty of stupidity," said Hardemeyer, right before he was slapped across the arm by Louise.

And then, right at that moment, Alexis's phone began ringing in the left breast pocket of her flight suit. She pulled it out and answered it, with a hint of exhaustion in her voice. "Hello?"

"Alexis…" It was Christina Melnitz, who sounded as if someone close to her had just passed away. "You'd better get back here to the firehouse. Something big just came up."

"What? What's wrong?"

"All of the new recruits are missing…and I think this large, ugly, metal door with a gargoyle or goblin face imprinted on it might have something to do with it."

Alexis's eyes tightly shut closed, a wave of frustration and immense exhaustion coming over her. She wondered to herself just when this horribly nightmarish evening would be over, and if anyone would be still alive by the time it did.