I do not own Ghostbusters.
I own Angie and Kitty Reed, and Remy Safar
The clock ticked ever closer to midnight, and when the clock would strike twelve, Vigo the Carpathian would come back to life. It was what they all feared, minus Janosz, who for some reason wanted the end of the world to come just a little bit faster. The girls weren't sure exactly what Vigo had over the strange man to make him do his dirty work, but for some reason Janosz was Vigo's biggest fan, and likely, the last.
Dana did fantastic with her doe-eyed/love look, flashing her prettiest smile and blinking her eyes a ton. Vigo may have had Janosz under a certain kind of spell, but Dana's was stronger, it seemed. She was even able to convince Janosz to let Dana and Angie into the main rotunda, watching from a distance as Oscar laid before the painting of the Moldavian Tyrant.
The pink aura of Vigo radiated from the painting, targeted at young Oscar as he laid on the pillow at the center of the altar. Slowly, the tyrants energy began to possess young Oscar, but wouldn't react full power until after the stroke of midnight and the new millennium had arrived.
With a glass of sparkling grape juice in a party glass, Janosz slipped on the rim of the glass vulgarly, slurping away at the non-alcoholic drink. With a satisfying sigh, Janosz looked to the painting, highly anticipating the events that would soon occur.
"Four minutes to go, and then…" Janosz said, looking lovingly at the painting. "Party times."
Angie and Dana felt useless, trapped by the madman and his haunting painting, and young Oscar would soon pay for it. Slowly, the vision of Vigo could be seen over Oscar's own features. Oscar's brown eyes turning a pale blue, his fine blond hair seemingly growing by the second; the image of Vigo's face began to blur with Oscar's, making it difficult to see who was who.
"It's happening! It's really happening!" Janosz said, shocked that the homemade-God actually came through with his plans for world domination. He shrieked like Dr. Frankenstein must have as he saw his creation spring to life, just before murdering people and being chased by angry villagers with pitchforks.
From high above the glass rotunda of the restoration room, the glowing pink slime began to part, showing behind it a figure that until recently had been stationary on Liberty Island.
"No! Go away! Go away from here!" Janosz shouted at the statue as she almost peeked in to see what all the fuzz was about. Angie and Dana saw the opportunity that had opened up, and moved quickly before it disappeared completely. While Janosz tried to reason with Libby, Dana and Angie ran quickly to the altar, pulling Oscar away from the pink energy that Vigo's painting gave off. Dana scooped Oscar up in his arms as the supernatural growl of Vigo irrupted.
In all her patina-ed glory, the Statue of Liberty lifted her torch high above her head (and several high-raises in the Manhattan area.) From beyond the commotion, they all could hear the cheering of the people outside, and even some of the voices from within the statue herself. The loudest, without competition, was a male voice shouting to the point when his voice sounded rough: "I love you when you rough house!"
The Statue of Liberty slammed down her torch on the glass ceiling, shattering the only thing standing in the way of her and Vigo the Carpathian. Glass shards and steel supports fell from the ceiling, busting down and crushing some of the delicately put candles that surrounded the altar.
From within the crown of the statue, four black ropes fell to the marble flooring of the restoration room in a heap. Janosz groaned loudly, shouting away that this couldn't be happening as four figures in grey jumpsuits began to slide down the rope.
Angie and Dana smiled at their heroes as the Ghostbusters carefully slid down the ropes.
"Oh, Oscar, look!" Dana said, turning her child around to see the men that were, without a doubt about to save them.
Their boots connected heavily to the marble flooring. Peter looked around, his eyes looking searching for someone specific. It would have been less impressive if he had just said that his eyes needed a little time to adjust to the bright lights of the Art Museum. "Happy New Year."
"Do you know who this is?" Janosz asked, waving to the painting in the center of the room. "He is Vigo! You are like the buzzing of flies to him!" It took that long for Janosz to look over at the canvas and realize his leader, his God, the reason he was doing all this was gone, disappeared from the canvas all together.
Peter stood his head at the sight. "Oh, Johnny did you back the wrong horse. Will you hose him, please?"
"Hose him!" Ray repeated, charging up the slime blower for just a minute before unleashing a tidal wave of pink slime on the man, knocking him from his feet. He whined and complained, but after about four or five gallons of the stuff, he had finally settled down into la-la-land to have sweet dreams.
"One down."
"On the ground." Ray nodded to Winston as he had the feeling like something wasn't resolved yet. Like it was a massive wall to climb, with the coating of slime and everything; why wasn't the actual battle just as tough?
Dana was the first of the girls to move from behind the concrete pillar, walking straight to Peter with that same goo-goo look in her eyes that she faked for Janosz. Dana was quiet until begin right by Peter's side – Angie on the other hand, took a different approach.
"Ray!" She shouted, before starting off in a sprint to meet in the center of the restoration room. In seconds she had wrapped her arms around Ray's neck, pulling into numerous kisses, whether he liked them or not.
Luckily, he didn't mind them so much.
"I – never – thought – I'd – see – you – a- gain!" She said, talking only in-between the little kisses she gave him that ranged all over his face and neck. He laughed momentarily, trying to get a hold on her for a moment to maybe even calm her down.
"I told you I wasn't leaving." Ray said with a confident smile as he held on tightly to Angie as she smiled wide.
"Boy, am I –" Dana said quickly, before kissing Peter on the lips. "- Glad to see you." Peter smiled quickly at the statement, before Angie could say anything about him smiling and not smirking. Peter grabbed little Oscar out of Dana's hands as the child cooed, happy not to be possessed by Vigo the Carpathian.
Dana looked down at the head of the restoration department as he took a sweet nap on the hard marble floor. Silently, his chest rose up and down as his breathing slowed down to a normal pace. "Is he – dead?"
"Uh-uh." Ray said definitively, looking down at Janosz as he rested peacefully, Angie's arms still wrapped around Ray neck. "This slime is positively charged. He'll wake up feeling like a million bucks."
"Whoa! This gentleman is a little bit ripe!" Peter exclaimed, lifting Oscar from under his arms while simultaneously handing the child to Dana as she backed up only a foot or so, refusing to take the stinky baby for in her mind 'it was Peter's turn'.
"That's all right, my friend, I think I had an accident, too."
Egon's EMF meter buzzed loudly in his hand, detecting something was about to happen as an unearthly wind began to pick up inside the building. Of course they weren't done, it was too easy, Egon thought. They all felt the gust of wind circling around them quickly; an anomaly in everything that science had ever stood for. Then again, there was also nothing in the Science 101 about ghosts or mood slime, so I guess anything it possible.
Suddenly an entire branch of lighting crashed down behind them, giving the already anxious Ghostbusters something to jump at. All of the turned to face the heap of scrap metal, not realizing the diversion before it was too late. Black piping quickly wrapped around Dana's arms and torso, holding her tightly as she shrieked.
The boys ran over to her quickly, pulling at the industrial hose and trying to break it in any way possible. She struggled in the bounds of the hose, trying her best to get out of it on her own, but found it useless. Peter jogged over quickly, Oscar still in hand.
"No! Get him away!" Dana shouted over the noisy wind as she continued to wiggled and try her best to get out of the binds. Peter took Oscar quickly and tried his best to hide him out of sight of whatever was attacking. "Get a knife or something! We gotta cut her out of this!" Ray shouted as he pulled against the hose, having no such luck against it.
Suddenly, the wind stopped. It was silent once more in the restoration room as not a single thing moved. Even the EMF detector stopped, meaning something either disappeared, or no longer needed the energy field around it to help it manifest.
"Uh-oh." Egon said, saying what everyone else was thinking.
Vigo the Carpathian appeared, quickly fading into this realm as a full-fledged deity. In the flesh, he walked to the center of the room, getting his bearings on the world that he had abandoned for so long. He grinned a toothy grin as his reign of tyranny could continue.
"Lord Vigo!" A female voice shouted from across the room, pulling the tyrants head towards the shadows as the beautiful young woman had her arms wrapped around another young girl, who not two minutes ago was showering Ray with love.
"Remy?" Ray said breathlessly as he tried to take in the sight before him, almost as insane as a 16th century ghost coming back to take over the world.
Remy Safar, the once beautiful young woman and newest Ghostbuster recruit, hobbled over to the specter. Her fine hair blown out to wide proportions, her 'flawless' skin now riddled with cuts and scrapes, her clothes ripped and tattered; she looked like she'd gone through hell and back.
With a wide-eyed look to her, she grinned at the sight of Vigo, with her fingers wrapped tightly around a rouge shard of glass, holding it close to Angie's jugular.
"Lord Vigo." She said again, ignoring her employers while at the same time holding one of their girlfriends hostage. "I bring you a vessel. A child. So that you may live on in the new millennium."
"A child?" Angie shouted, putting relentlessly on Remy's arm with no luck. "I'm not a child. I'm a little short for my age, but I am certainly not a –"
"Silence!" Remy said, pressing the shard of glass deeper to her neck, on the verge of cutting flesh. "It's not you."
Angie was speechless. None of the words in her head seemed to making it outside of herself before lord Vigo began to walk towards the pair. Angie struggled against Remy's grip, but she was too strong, she didn't even react to Angie squirming in her arms. Vigo's boots clicked along the marble flooring as he reached his hand out to Angie, waving it slowly over Angie's body before pausing, hovering over her stomach. Remy and Vigo shared the same toothy, evil grin while Angie felt the blood fall from her face.
The one that Vigo wanted, the vessel, the human body that Vigo wanted didn't have to be Oscar, Janosz simply suggested it. It could be any human, any child. Right then and there, Vigo's smile grew as he now realized that he had doubled his chances of surviving in the new millennium, with Dana's baby eight month old or Angie's unborn child.
Angie's legs gave out momentarily at the notion, the heaviness of the situation too much for her to bear all at once. Surely he had to be mistaken – but how many Gods do you know that are wrong about this sort of thing? She looked over quickly at Ray, his facial expression matching hers of immense shock.
"Perfect – " Vigo began, only to interrupted by a seriously pissed off Ghostbuster with a slime blower.
"Hold it right there, deadhead!" Ray shouted, aiming at Vigo with the slime blower in his hands. Remy reacted immediately, acting like an old hag in the scary witch movies as she hissed a cat, pulling away from Vigo and the Ghostbusters with Angie still in her arms. "You want a baby, go ahead and knock up some willing hell-hound. Otherwise I'm giving you to the count of three to get back in that painting where you belong…"
Winston and Egon both shared a look of concern for their friend as he stared at the Moldavian tyrant, done with the fun and games.
"One…" Ray began counting.
"Two." Peter popped up from behind the barricade, protonus wand in hand.
"Three!" Ray shouted as Peter and Egon both fired their proton pack.
The orange streams seemed to work against the god-like man, weakening him as he began to wince and grown in pain. The streams were doing something, that was sure. "You got him! You got him!" Ray cheered from the sidelines.
With a deep groan from Vigo, he stood back up, sending a blue pulse of energy away from himself and targeted towards the Ghostbusters, knocking them all off their feet. The four of them fell backwards, landing on either the proton pack or their ass. Regardless, it wasn't pretty.
"That was really stupid." Winston groaned, tried to sit up on his own. His muscles, though fully capable of sitting up, were stopped from doing so. He felt like he was trying to sit up in quick sand, pressure around his body whenever he moved.
Egon, lying on his side, tried to lift up his head to see his friends. He fought the same enemy that Winston was fighting, the quick sand. "Ray? Can you move?"
Ray groaned, laying on the back of the proton pack didn't help his aching pack any. "No. Are you okay?"
"No." Egon said quickly. "Venkman? How are you?"
Peter tried to shift his bodyweight around, to get some sort of leverage against the debilitating effect of Vigo's power. Never the whiner, Peter simply shrugged what he could of his shoulders,
"I'm fine."
Vigo grinned at the sight. The heroes have fallen and now no one can stop him. Vigo confidently walked across the marble flooring to the barricade where Peter had previously been, hiding Oscar away from Vigo's wandering eyes. He slid back the boxes, exposing the little tike on a makeshift blanket-border to stop him from getting too far. Turns out Peter's quick thinking had put Oscar on a platter.
"Not so fast, Vigo! Hey, Vigo! Yeah, you! The bimbo with the baby." Peter shouted, trying his hardest to wiggle out of the quick sand and get Vigo's attention. The apparition stopped midstride, turning to face the pile of Ghostbusters writhing in pain on the floor. Except for one.
"Anyone ever tell you the big shoulder look is out? You know, I have some dumb blondes in my life, but you take the taco, pal. Only a Carpathian would come back to life now and choose New York. Tasty pick, bonehead! If you had brain one in that huge melon on top of your neck, you would be living the sweet life out in southern California's beautiful San Fernando Valley!"
With each jab, Venkman got closer and closer to Vigo, not knowing exactly what he would do once he got close enough. The scourge of Carpathica opened his mouth, shooting blue rays of light towards the boys, effectively zapping them, making them all punish for Venkman's big mouth. The four of them felt the electric surge of the energy pulsing through their veins, like sticking your finger in a light socket.
"Oh, darn it!" Peter tried to sensor himself in front of the baby when all he really wanted to do was to shout every word in Carlin's seven words you can't say on TV (Or in front of children, for that matter).
Vigo lifted Oscar high above his head, as in offering the child to the gods in heaven, only to service the manmade-god on earth as littler Oscar began to cry out. Vigo paid no mind to the crying as the ancient ghost growled "Now we become one."
"Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?
Vigo quizingly looked towards to sky, or more probable, to giant hole in the ceiling where the Ghostbusters had busted in using Statue of Liberty for a wrecking ball. From outside the faint singing of Auld Lang Syne began outside, welcoming the year 1990.
The joyous singing outside of the building began to take effect on Lord Vigo as she shook in his boots. The positive energy coming from the whole of New York singing was more than any National Monument Parade could ever be as it slowly began to break down the tyrant.
"Where is that singing coming from?" Ray said, struggling against the invisible binds that held him down.
"The people outside." Winston sounded breathless as he heard the singing get louder.
"For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you'll buy you pint cup!
and surely I'll but mine!
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne."
Vigo tossed and turned, throwing his blond hair around in anguish of the feeling outside. He began to lose his power, it draining from him at a rapid pace.
"He's weakening!" Egon shouted, surprised at the effect that the singing is having on the spook. "The singing is neutralizing the slime!" Slowly, they all felt the pressure, that quick sand feeling begin to weaken. Even the feeling of finger-in-light-switch began to die down as the boys were soon able to climb to their feet.
"I can move!" Ray said, astounded at the notion of control of his body again as he began to stand up. Vigo, dealing with his own problems, began thrashing around, ignoring the Ghostbusters as he had bigger things to deal with. In a fit from the joyful singing outside, Vigo let go of Oscar, sending the child falling a good seven feet in the air before Uncle Pete saved him, creating a nice cushion between the baby and the cold marble floor.
Dana wiggled her way out of the plastic hose, unwrapping herself from it confines in time to rush to Peter and Oscar. "Oh, Oscar!" Dana cooed at her child in Venkman's arms before hold the child close to her, silently promising never to let him go.
Remy, with the glass firmly pressed into Angie's neck, screamed out a blood curling scream as Vigo disappeared in thin air. "Noo!" She shrieked, bringing the attention back to her once more. Ray turned to face the deranged former employee, currently threatening his girlfriend. With as little words as possible, Ray and Angie shared something they would later call 'couple telepathy', despite Angie's claim that it was just body language.
While Remy was concerned with the Moldavian tyrant, Angie quickly grabbed Remy's arm that held closely to her neck and twisted it around, pinning the assaulting arm behind the beauty's back as Ray dowsed her with a thorough soaking of positively charged slime.
She shrieked again, from the pain on her arm and the slime on her skin, before slipping on the wet goop, giving her the perfect time to take a nice long nap. Remy was down for the count quickly, leaving Angie and her unborn child out of the line of fire for now.
Ray and Angie shared another look, as part of the 'couple telepathy'. Ray smiled a sweet smile, his face cracking into that infectious smile that Angie knew all too well. Her fears and worries about the unborn child inside of her completely washed away at the sight of his smile, telling her 'everything will be okay'.
"He's back in the painting!" Egon shouted before springing to his feet. Quickly, the boys all took their positions, even Peter after telling Dana and Oscar to 'Find a shady spot.' Angie quickly ran across the room to Dana and Oscar as they hid from the ghost in the painting.
Vigo appeared back in the painting, growling and morphing into something demonic, something evil, something certainly not human. Slowly, the pale, blond haired man morphed into a devious creature that came straight from nightmares. His pale complexion twitched to being slimy and scaly, his blond hair now grey and scarce on his head. Even the demons blue eyes had turned as red as blood.
"Viggy, Viggy, Viggy. You have been a bad monkey!" Venkman teased as he edged closer to the painting. Unbeknownst to everyone, someone else was getting closer.
Ray Stantz, scientist and co-founder of the Ghostbusters Inc., was possessed.
He walked straight to the painting, enticed by the immense feeling of Vigo's power. Drooling over himself, Ray had snapped quickly, from being concerned boyfriend to Vigo's little minion in a matter of seconds.
"Uh, Ray?" Egon asked as Ray blocked to whole of the canvas painting. "We'd like to shoot the monster. Could you move, please?"
"Ray?" Peter asked, concerned as Ray didn't even notice any talking to him.
"Ray?" Followed by Winston.
"Ray?!" All three of them shouted at the Ghostbuster in fear and mostly annoyance, as Ray turned around to face them.
"No! I, Ray, am Vigo, and rule the earth." Ray growled, having morphed into the creature that Vigo had turned into. The boys all looked to each other, all having roughly the same idea rush through their heads; a different kind of 'couple telepathy', called 'friends that would slime your dumbass in a minute'.
"Be gone, you pitiful half-men!"
"Now!" Peter shouted as the three of them shot their respective packs at the monster.
Peter and Egon both shot the proton packs at the canvas behind Ray/Vigo while Winston worked specifically on goo-ing up Ray, knocking him out like Janosz and Remy.
After covering Ray in a sufficient enough slime, Ray's unconscious body fell out of the away, asleep in la-la land while the three of them nuked and slimed the canvas painting, covering it in slime as well as the spirit inside.
"No!" Vigo shouted inside the painting. In a spectacular light show, Vigo's spirit annihilated itself, exploding in a fantastic show of sparks and destroying the evil that was inside.
From around the entire building they could hear large cracking; followed by cheering outside as large chucked of the pink slime simply disappeared, evaporating into the night.
Egon, Winston, and Angie ran up to Ray's side, helping the dazed and confused man on his to his feet. Winston helped Ray stand up straight, though the scientist was still a little woozy with that glazed look in his eyes. He started off into space, looking passed most everyone in the room as Winston asked "How do you feel?"
Lethargic in his answer, Ray simply nodded his head slightly. "Groovy."
"The father of my child, ladies and gentlemen." Angie said, nervously laughing at Ray's antics. It had seemed that Ray had forgotten earlier in his slime inducted state as his eyes widened quickly. In the most youthful fashion, Ray's jaw dropped looking at Angie almost for confirmation.
"Child?"
"Y-yes." Angie admitted.
"My child?"
"Yes."
"I'm gonna be a dad?"
"Yes, Ray. You, Ray, are going to be a dad-" Angie tried to clear up all confusion before Ray gave her the biggest hug in her life. The goo-ed man wrapped his arms around the young woman and squeezed lightly, over-come with joy.
"I love you." He said into the nap of her neck, quickly stopping her heart. It was the first time he had said it to her since getting back together. Before the break-up, it had taken at least a year for him to say that he loved her, now, within the week, he is saying it again?
"I love you too, Ray." Angie said, hugging his back, despite the slime now drenching her. She was surely going to be soaked from her head to her toes if he didn't leave go soon.
With one arm wrapped around Angie's waist, he pulled away, looking to his two friends that had just slimed him and destroyed the monster, saving the day.
"I love you guys. I love all you guys." Ray said, patting Winston on the back. Egon and Winston both sort-of smiled to each other, knowing more than likely it was the slime talking. The mood slime gave seriously good vibes, and Ray was just along for the ride.
"That's great, Ray."
"And I love Venkman... Wow. Real friendship."
Suddenly, a fifth rope was cast from the crown of the Statue of Liberty. Hitting the ground with another thud, like the ones before. Kitty carefully crawled out of the crown, facing her debilitating fear of heights and hooked herself to the rope, sliding down like the Ghostbusters had earlier, only at a much slower pace. She talked herself through it, closing her eyes the entire way down.
"You got this, Kit, you've got this." She said to herself, her eyes painfully closed shut as she swung gently on the rope high above the restoration room, which in reality was actually only about five feet off the ground.
Her feet touched the ground and with a sigh she opened her eyes, happy with herself that she'd made it down at all. Taking a look around the restoration room; slime puddles, two people knocked out, one Ghostbuster covered in slime, the vacant painting that should be holding the Moldavian tyrant.
With her hands on her hips, she looked around. "What the fuck did I miss?"
"Kitty!" Ray shouted, jogging happily over to Kitty before wrapping his giant, slime-covered arms around Kitty's shoulders. She groaned momentarily at the slimy feeling between Ray and herself, but relaxed a little bit when he said "I love you all!"
When Ray finally walked away, Kitty looked to Angie, whose large smile hadn't seized, and mouth the words 'what the fuck?'. Angie shook her head, leaving the story for later on in the 90's.
The five of them walked over to Janosz, who mumbled sweet nothings in the air as he'd been soaking in it for longer than Ray had. If he even had a dose of what Ray was experiencing, they might just have to leave the pair there.
The Ghostbusters lift him up by his arms, waking him from his sweet dream. At first, the strange man didn't seem to know where he was or who was there. Then he noticed Dana and Peter, and notably the grey jumpsuits with the 'no-ghost' insignia. Janosz lifted his arm to watch as the pink slime dripped from his fingertips.
"Why am I drippings with goo?" He asked innocently enough, wanting a simple answer to a should be simple question.
"You had a violent prolonged transformative psychic episode."
"Eh?"
"Hopefully Ray would have better luck with Layman's terms. "Sorry we had to hose you down there, but you were kind of out of control." Ray said with a smile on his face. His expression then turned rather serious as he patted Janosz on the back. "Hey, man. Let me tell you something. I love you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Vell, I love you too."
The two men, affected with psychomagnatheric slime, making them nice and generally happy, hugged each other like old friends. It was sweet, if it wasn't so creepy that the two men, who hadn't said two words to each other before, were now confessing their love to one another and hugging.
"And guess what?"
"Vhat?
"I'm gonna be a dad!"
"Oh, I am so happy for you!" Janosz said, getting another, totally valid reason to hug Ray. The other quickly turned away from the love fest, hoping to find something else to do.
Remy was in the same pool as Ray and Janosz as she mumbled in the puddle of pink slime. Her wild hair calmed for the moment as she rested. Peter and Kitty walked over to the young girl and pulled her up from the puddle, helping her again stand on her own, like the others had done for Ray and even Johnny.
She spattered and spitted out the slime that had made its way into her mouth. Remy wiped the slime away from her face and looked around the room wide eyed and oblivious to what had happened.
"What happened?" She asked, looking around the destroyed room. "Where am I?"
"You're at the Manhattan Museum of Art. Do you remember anything that happened?" Kitty asked as Remy shook her head, shaking loose slime drops from her hair.
"No. I remember going to the museum one day for research and then… Blank…" She said, trying hard to think of what had happened. "It seems like yesterday."
"Do you remember earlier today at all?" Kitty asked, earning another shake of the head. "I don't. I think I might have gotten a job?" She asked a question, not sure if she got a job or if she just dreamed it.
Peter put his hand on the young girls back, patting her slimy shoulder softly as he said "Yes you did, and you're fired."
The rude or even negative notion of being fired didn't affect Remy as she just smiled and nodded her head. Venkman knew it was the right thing to do as she: tried to kill a friend, had apparently got in a little bit of a spitting match between Angie, disappeared from a few days without notice and doesn't even remember applying for the job; I'd say that's grounds for firing.
The evil guy had been banished, the slimed people began to wake up; soon they would all have to leave and go back to 'normal', whatever that meant. Winston walked around, silently smiling to himself on the good job they had done when he went to face the canvas of Vigo.
Expecting to see the tyrant in all his glory, Winston was taken aback by the sight before him. 'Definitely not Vigo.' He thought to himself as he gave the painting a good once over.
"Hey fellas! You wanna take a look at this?" He shouted to anyone in particular. They all flocked around the painting, taking in the sight with Ray saying the thing that was on everyone's mind: "Wow!"
"Early Renaissance, I think." Egon said as he began to deduct the painting style with his limited knowledge on Art History. "Raphael, or Pierro de la Francesca."
"No, I believe it's one of the Fettucinis..."
As limited as Egon was on Renaissance art, nobody could beat Peter in the clueless department.
The four Ghostbusters had been painted in the best light, as guardians over little Oscar in the center. Their jumpsuits opted-out for something a little more 'period' as they wore different colored togas around their chests. Ray pointing up like John the Baptist, Egon with a book in his hand and Peter praying to the child certainly was something 'new'.
Whether or not 'new' meant 'good' or not is up for speculation.
"If they're something strange in your neighborhood,
Who yah gonna call?"
I told you it was gonna be huge.
~pure.