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Thanks again for your patience. I went back to working on my Riverdale story & took a break from writing.

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Scooby Doo nor Ghostbusters 2 don't belong to me.

Chapter 5

"This…Gee, I don't know…"

Peter Venkman is chatting with his two guests on World of the Psychic.

"…father encouraged…"

"Hi. Welcome back to World of the Psychic." Peter addressed the audience, facing the camera.

"I'm Peter Venkman. I'm chatting with my guest. Author, lecturer and psychic…Milton Angland. Milt, your new book is called The End of the World. Now, can you tell us when it's gonna be…or do we have to buy the book?" Peter asks.

"Well, I predict that the world will end…at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve." Milt responded.

"This year?" Peter inquired. "Well, that's cutting it a little bit close, isn't it?"

"I mean…just from a sales point of view, your book is just coming out…you're not gonna see any paperback sales for a year. It'll be another year before you know if you've got mini-series…or Movie of the Week possibilities. Just devil's advocate, Milty." The TV host pointed out.

"I mean, shouldn't you have said 'The world's gonna end in 1992'?" He joked.

"Wait a minute. This is…" Milt started to say.

"Or better yet, 1994." Peter interrupts.

"This is not just some money-making scheme, all right?" The book author insists.

"I have a strong psychic belief…that the world will end…on New Year's Eve." He put his right hand to his temple.

Milt exhales.

"Well, for your sake, I hope you're right." Peter commented.

"Thank you," said Milt.

"Okay, but I think my other guest may disagree with you." Peter turns his attention to the second guest.

"Elaine, now, you had another date in mind."

Elaine nodded.

"According to my source…the end of the world will be on February 14th in the year 2016." She informed.

"Valentine's Day," said Peter. "Bummer,"

"Where'd you get your date, Elaine?" He asks.

"I received this information from an alien." Elaine answered. "As I told my husband…it was in the Paramus Holiday Inn. I was having a drink at the bar alone…and this alien approached me. He started talking to me. He brought me a drink. And then I think he must have used a ray…or a mind-control device…because he forced me to follow him to his room. And that's where…he told me about the end of the world."

Peter hesitates before asking Elaine a question.

"So, your alien had a room at the Holiday Inn, Paramus?" He questioned.

"It might've been a room on the spacecraft…made up to look like a room at the Holiday Inn." The brunette woman confessed.

"I can't be sure about that, Peter."

"Of course not. And that is the whole problem with aliens…if you just can't trust them." Peter responded, getting up and addressing the audience.

"Occasionally, you meet a nice one: Starman, E.T. But usually, they turn out to be some kind of a big lizard!"

"That's all the time we've got for this week on the World of the Psychic. Next week, though…give me Ira." Peter accepts a hairless cat from a crew member.

"Hairless pets. Weird, until…" The former scientist gives Ira back.

"…this is Peter Venkman, saying: (he puts his index finger to his temple and then chuckles) see you then. Bye."

Backstage,

"Norman, where do you find these people?" Peter asked his assistant.

"What about the telekinetic guy who bends spoons?"

"He cancelled." Norman replied. "This is the best we could do at short notice. Look, no respected psychic will do the show. They think you're a fraud."

"I am a fraud," Peter pointed out.

"Mr. Mayor. Lenny! Lenny!"

"Pete Venkman," said Lenny.

"Can I help you?" A man asks, pushing Peter away.

"Yeah, get your hand off me." Peter said coolly. "Thank you. I'm an old friend. I wanna say hello, give him a kiss."

"I'm Jack Hardemeyer, I'm the mayor's assistant. I know who you are, Dr. Venkman. I just don't see any ghosts anywhere." The man replied.

"That's why I wanted to talk to His Highness." Peter replied. "See, we did a little job for the town of Coolville and got stiffed on the bill…by some bureaucratic bookworm like yourself."

"You stay away from the mayor." Jack warned. "He's running for governor next fall. And the last thing we need is him associating with two-bit frauds…and publicity hounds like you and your friends. Plus, those pesky kids and their dog."

He walks away.

"You know, I'm a voter." Peter called. "Aren't you supposed to lie to me and kiss my butt?"

A/N: Well, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter.

I'll come back to this story just as soon as I can. I just need to work on updating other stories of mine. When we return, we'll check in on Dana and meet her boss.

Until then, bye for now!