The boys opened the firehouse door, and with some trepidation, stepped inside.

"Uhhh, Butt-Head, this doesn't look like any ice cream place I've ever seen. Isn't it supposed to have, like, people and stuff?"

"Uhhh, hello?" Butt-head called out. We're, like, here."

Suddenly, Beavis noticed Slimer. "Hey, wait a minute. That ice cream is flying. Get back here, butt-munch!"

Beavis, frustrated from hunger, startled the harmless ghost, and began chasing it around the firehouse lobby. Frightened, Slimer careened into a wall, and disappeared into the next room. Beavis ended up crashing into a sticky green mess. He rejoins Butt-Head, holding his face in pain.

"Huh huh… Beavis, you had an accident…Huh huh."

"Shut up Butt-Head!" he exclaimed, while trying to get the ectoplasm off of himself. "Let's just get outta here!"

As they were about to walk out, they heard a voice. "Oh good, you're here!"

They stopped, and stood in total confusion in front of a gangly, blond, bespectacled man. He was carrying two strange machines that resembled high-tech backpacks.

"I hope you didn't have trouble finding the firehouse. I'm Dr. Egon Spengler. I'll be the one in charge of your internship study. Hmm…I knew you'd be young, but I guess you don't look any more eccentric than any other prodigy I knew. What are your names?"

"Uhhh… This is Beavis, and I'm Butt-Head."

"Sir," began Beavis. "Uh, when do we get our ice cream?"

"There's no need for pseudonyms, it's really a relaxed atmosphere. But don't worry, I can get your names from your school transcripts. We can eat later, after the rest of the crew returns. Here, take these." Egon hands them each a proton pack. "Now, I have to tend to the containment grid for a few minutes. Please stay put, and I'll be right back to give you a tour of the operations here." He leaves.

"Hey Butt-Head, did you understand any of that?"

"No. Huh huh… What a tool!"

"Yeah… Huh huh!"

They put on the packs, and began a Star Wars-esque pretend duel with the particle throwers.

"Hey Beavis, check it out, huh huh. Like, 'I am your father'!"

"No way, dill-hole! I am!" They continued using the throwers like fencing swords.

In the excitement, Beavis tripped a switch on the thrower, activating it. The noise startled them.

"Whoa, Butt-Head, I think I just, like, turned it on."

"That's the first thing you've ever turned on…huh huh!"

"Shut up! I'm serious, push that thing right there!" He grabbed for it.

"Get away, fartknocker, let me do it!" He pulled the switch on his own thrower. "Whoa! I wonder what it does?"

Beavis pulled the trigger on his thrower. A bright, brilliant particle stream shot out, knocking him backward. The stream destroyed a large part of the ceiling, and caused a small fire.

"Whoa! Beavis, that kicked ass!"

"Yeah, fire! Fire! FIRE!" chanted Beavis.

Egon ran down in a panic, carrying a fire extinguisher. He successfully stopped the fire from spreading elsewhere.

Beavis automatically tried to frame Butt-Head. "Uh, he did it, sir. I swear."

Egon sighed. "Don't worry, it's my fault. I guess I put these together hastily. Come with me. Let me familiarize you two with our containment structure. Right this way."

They follow him down to the basement. "There'd better be ice cream down there." Butt-Head said to Beavis.

"Yeah… Huh huh. This place was just starting to, like, not suck."