The Real Ghostbusters

Luigi, jump!

Ghostbusters.

Yeah!

And me! And me!

Shoo, fly!

Oh! Sorry, Janine.

That's OK, Slimer.

We're all a little tired.

A little tired? My calculator just fell asleep.

That's it. Break time.

We deserve it.

Absolutely.

Absolutely.

The slave drivers are back.

Well, lookey here.

Must be nice, huh, guys?

Yeah, nice.

You people don't know how easy you have it.

It's a jungle out there in the real world.

Hey, we're working hard, too, you know?

Uh, which reminds me.

When can discuss the pay raise you promised?

Uh, we'll talk about it later, Janine.

That's what you said yesterday.

Egon said it yesterday.

I said it day before yesterday.

Anyway, I have to hustle over to the ladies charity function

where I will be auctioned off as a date to the highest lady bidder.

Ah, the price of fame.

The name's Venkman, Peter Venkman.

Hey, I gotta run, too.

I'm guest speaker at a comic book convention.

Yeah, and I got to be on the set in 10 minutes.

We start shooting the Fizz up TV commercial today.

And I'm off to the University to receive their Annual Scientific Achievement Award.

There's the cabs.

Wait, guys! These checks need signing.

We'll sign 'em later, Louis.

That's what you said yesterday.

- Ciao, Janine. - We'll bring you a doggie bag, Spud.

- Adios, Louis. - Later, guys.

Boy! If their heads swell anymore,

they'll have to wear "wide load" signs on their backs.

Yeah, and meanwhile, we don't get pay checks.

Thanks. Uh, are the ladies ready for me?

Uh, sorry, sir, but the Ladies Club isn't meeting today.

Of course they are, my good man. They're expecting me.

You sure this is the place, pal?

There's no comic book convention here.

Yes, there is.

Look, I'm the guest speaker.

Just take me around to the stage entrance.

You're the boss.

Hello! I'm here. Ray Stantz.

You know, The Ghostbusters?

What?

All right, C.B. Roll 'em.

I am deeply honored

and to some small degree

even humbled to be the recipient of this prestigious award.

What?

Good afternoon, ladies.

Whoa!

You've really been counting those calories, huh, girls?

Welcome, Mr. Stantz.

We've been expecting you.

Hey!

What...

Whoa!

Yeah. Roll 'em!

Nice make up job.

Hey, what's goin' on?

Man, would somebody tell me what's goin' on?

Where are we?

And don't say we're not in Kansas anymore.

Wherever we are, if this tux is messed up,

I'm not payin' for it.

Silence!

Are we dreaming or what?

No dream, Ray.

I believe this is the other side.

The spirit world.

Quiet!

Quiet in my court room.

This court is now in session.

Bring the prisoners forward.

You Ghostbusters shall stand trial

for all of your countless crimes against spirit kind.

A charge that is punishable by...

By...

Oh, never mind.

The punishment is much too horrible to mention.

The guys back yet, Janine?

No. And without my paycheck, I can't buy groceries tonight.

Here's money, Janine?

Aw, that's sweet, Slimer, but you keep it.

Gosh! I wonder what's keeping them.

They're probably out eating filet mignon,

while I go home and open a can of beans.

How late do those ceremonies last, anyway?

Who knows? Check the invitations.

Round file.

Wait a sec!

All these invitations are in the same handwriting.

What?

You're right, Louis.

How weird.

Uh-oh. Ghosts!

Ghosts?

Holy cow!

Look at the meter.

Louis, I think the guys have walked right into a ghost trap.

Oh, no!

Yeah. And without their ghost-busting gear.

What are we going to do?

Only one thing to do.

Look out below.

Louis, are you OK?

I just can't get the hang of that stupid pole.

Slimer!

Coming, Janine.

Everybody ready?

Ready.

Let's rock and roll!

Yeah, yeah, rock and roll.

I hope you have a plan, Janine.

Never leave home without one.

Start reading out those addresses.

Tell me, Ghostbusters, where were you

on the night of April 17th 1840?

1840? We weren't even born yet, pal.

A flimsy excuse.

You're right. How stupid of me!

Do you recognize these faces, Ghostbusters?

Isn't that the Boogieman?

Boy, he sure has aged.

I hate that.

These are all victims of your wanton ways.

Kidnapped by you and imprisoned in your cruel containment device.

Hey, what kind of court is this, anyway?

Basketball. You want to play some one-on-one?

Guilty!

Not yet.

I'd say we have two chances for a fair trial.

Zilch and none.

I hope we find something here.

This is the last address.

Come on.

Here we go.

What's this?

Egon's bow tie!

The readings in here are exactly the same

as the places Ray Winston and Peter went to.

You know what?

I think the guys have been kidnapped by ghosts!

Oh, no! Poor guys!

Jury, what is your verdict?

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Uh, no, no, wait.

Ah! I now declare this bridge officially open.

No, no, no, no. No.

I find you guilty as charged.

Take them away!

Hey, come on!