I do not own Ghostbusters.
I own Kitty and Angie Reed, and Remy Safar.
Louis Tully had gotten all dressed up in a jumpsuit – Spengler's jumpsuit to be specific – and jumped on the bus, hoping that the onion headed ghost knew where the museum was. After swerving along city roads, luckily with all the cops at the museum already, 'Slimer' as they called him, maneuvered his way around stand still traffic, doing slightly better than Winston did with the Ecto-One. Slimer slammed on the breaks, through Louis and the heavy proton pack forward, making him stumble out of the bus.
Though once mortal enemies, Louis and Slimer actually had a good ride, up until the slamming on breaks part. They found could maybe work on their problems, making a better work environment for everyone.
"Okay, so Monday night we'll get something to eat and maybe go bowling? Can you bowl with those little arms?" Louis asked Slimer. As if appalled by the idea, Slimer grunted and slobbered over everything before showing off the 'big guns', flexing his tiny little biceps.
"Okay then, I have to go save Dana. I'll see you later!" Louis said, waving at the specter as he climbed off the bus. The hydraulic system of the bus hissed loudly as Slimer pulled away from his new friend with plans on Monday night.
When Louis finally showed up, the crowd was already cheering and chanting 'Ghost-busters' as they all walked down the large staircase that lead to the building, Dana promptly around Peter's arm.
Louis made his way through the crowd, bumping into people on the way through and sometimes being shoved out of the way – but alas! He made it to the front, just in time for them to take their victory walk. Even Kitty and Angie got here before he did. 'How long was I a gone for?' Louis asked himself before climbing the staircase and meeting them half way up.
"Am I too late?" Louis asked, worried that he had missed all the fun.
Ray, in his 'good mood', had confiscated a champagne bottle from some teenagers as was trying to open it. After working to get the foil off and uncork the bottle, he finally worked the cork half way off, even with his slimy hands.
"No, you're right on time." Ray said to Louis, handing him the bottle of champagne. Louis paused for a moment with his eyes wide.
Last time he didn't get to celebrate with the Ghostbusters, he was shipped to the hospital were doctors poked him with needles. Now he was going to have fun on New Years of all years! He was so excited he didn't even notice the cork pop out of the bottle, and the resulting champagne fountain that occurred.
Mayor Lenny Clotch looked heartbroken at the sight before him. The Statue of Liberty, the one that at one time was hovering high over the museum, had fallen over into Central Park. The center of gravity was too high, so naturally, with the next strong breeze, Libby had fallen over, thankfully without a single fatality. Of course, when a massive green statue falls, there aren't a lot of people who miss it.
As if to wallow in the Mayor grief, the Ghostbusters, with Kitty in tow, stood beside the Mayor as he looked at the green statue laying on her back in the most un-ladylike fashion.
"She's all right." Peter said, nodding his head at the Mayor. "She's just sleeping it off."
The Mayor, in no mood for jokes or games, simply looked at the national monument as she laid on her back with her toga around her knees – spread out for all to see.
"We just had it restored." The mayor said, heartbroken at the sight. More taxpayer money down the drain, he thought, running his hands threw his thinning hair.
Sighing deeply, Venkman putt his hands behind his back, trying to be most professional with his next statement to the stricken mayor. "This probably isn't a good time to this up." Peter started, watching as the Mayor head slowly twisted around to meet his gaze, looking like something that called from The Exorcist. "But the last time we did a job for the city you stiffed us."
As support, Ray, with only a little bit of goo still in his hair, handed Mayor Lenny Clotch a piece of legal paper with figures on it that weren't going to make the mayor very happy. "This is a bill for tonight's job."
Carefully, as if he was disarming a bomb, Mayor opened the single folded paper and took a look at the price for saving the city. The nice part about owning a one-of-a-kind business like the Ghostbusters is that there isn't any competition for prices.
"What! This is way too much." The Mayor shouted, shoving the invoice at Venkman. "We won't pay."
The beauty of this business is that they set the prices. The Mayor was getting a great deal from their perspective, and he wouldn't pay? Even at a discount?
Peter, ever so suave, looked over Libby shooting the breezy as he began to talk with Ray.
"I think she look pretty good here, don't you?" Peter said, raising his eyebrow at Ray to play along.
Ray nodded his head and played along with Peter's little game. Though Ray usually knows better, he couldn't help just having on go at the Mayor for all the hardships he'd put them under the past five years.
"Yeah, and a lot easier to get to than that island." Ray said, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.
The Mayor knew he had no choice, he couldn't just leave the Statue here and he sure as hell couldn't 'drive' it back. As much as it pained him, he needed to Ghostbusters, if only this last time.
"All right, all right. If you can wait until Monday I'll issue you a check." The Mayor says, breaking down.
The boys had fallen for that before, he didn't really think they'd be that stupid, did he? They weren't going to get duped out of the check again and face another five years before they need them again? Not again. Peter wasn't going back to that show again, Ray and Winston weren't going to do parties anyone, and Egon sure as hell wasn't going back to the university, no matter how comfy that job was.
Egon stepped up from the background, holding his arms behind his back.
"Sorry." He started, watching at the mayor got wide eyed at his unusual and out of character 'outburst'. "No checks. Company policy."
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