The Real Ghostbusters

Luigi, jump!

Woah!

Ghostbusters!

Yeah!

And me! And me!

Black Bart! He's- He's a coming back!

Black Bart's comin'!

Hee-yah!

Hear me, mortals!

I told you afore,

you can run,

but ya can't hide!

I do believe we got their attention, boys.

Now, listen up

and listen good.

From now on this here town is mine!

I'ma comin' back Saturday at high noon

and I want all you human scum outta here!

Or else!

All right, people.

Are we gonna take this sittin' down?

Heck no!

Are we gonna walk away from this town

and the gold mine we worked so hard to dig?

Heck no!

Are we gonna stand up to these ghosts and show 'em who's boss?

Heck no!

Wait a minute.

As your Mayor,

I'm prepared to offer a reward

for whoever volunteers to get rid of Black Bart.

And here's some gold in advance to get things started.

So who's gonna volunteer?

We'll do it.

You'll do it?

Yep.

We got a foolproof plan.

We do?

Well, just remember,

you only got till Saturday at high noon.

No problem!

Dwayne, are you plum out of your tree?

Black Bart'll chew us up and spit us out.

Relax, Wendell.

Here's my plan.

The Ghostbusters.

Where is that little rag picker?

Heads up, guys!

Whoa!

No!

It would be, Wendell.

Fun city!

Bandit at 1:00.

Well, I'll be a prairie dog's papa.

Them is the Ghostbusters.

Surprise, Fly Boy! Coffee, tea or protons?

Say, you're just the fellows we're looking for.

Thanks a bunch, Tex. You made me miss a clean shot.

He's gone.

You know what bugs me the most?

It's not so much losing the money. It's more, more like,

losing the money.

Hey, amigos!

Oh, man, it's those two prairie rocket scientists who cost us the ghost.

You boys are the real Ghostbusters, right?

Why, yes we are.

And this is a real car

and this is a real goodbye.

It's been real.

Let's go, Winston.

Hold it. Let's see what they want.

What can we do for you fellows? An autograph?

No. We got a big job for y'all.

Sorry, pal, no interestado.

Well, Wendell,

reckon they ain't interested in this here gold

we was gonna pay 'em neither.

Gold?

In order for us to help, gentlemen,

we need to know why this ghost you call Black Bart wants your town.

'Cause he wants what everybody wants,

our gold.

Are you saying there's more gold where this came from?

Heck yeah!

Our little old town of Spittoon

is sittin' on top of a whole gold mine.

But I'ma warning ya,

Spittooners don't take kindly to strangers snooping around.

Oh, perish the thought.

My interest in Spittoon is strictly of a supernatural nature.

Well, what are we waiting for, pilgrims?

Let's saddle up and at 'em out.

Looks like them lily-livered humans are long gone, Bart.

Good!

Now it's all mine!

A powerful well of spectral energy

right under my feet.

Energy, fill me

with your unworldly power!

Make me the mightiest desperado of all time!

Well, something's shutting down the power.

There's human's nearby!

Well, here we are.

Beautiful downtown Spittoon.

Better slow down, boys.

Black Bart's a mean one.

Hey, don't worry, Dwayno.

We're from the big city.

We can handle this backwards boogeyman. No sweat.

Oops!

Black Bart!

All right!

A real wild west showdown!

This is great!

I warned you humans!

Ecto!

- What class, Egon? - Seven or better.

The problem, human,

is that you're in my town!

Some kind of force deflecting our throwers.

Ha! You boys can't hit the broad side of a barn

with them peashooters.

You sure these are the real Ghostbusters, Dwayne?

Yeah, yeah, it's just part of their plan, Wendell.

Whoa! I can't control my blaster!

Is retreating part of their plan too?

Take cover!

Our blasters don't work and Ecto's history.

How are we supposed to stop this spook?

You can't stop me, humans.

Nothing can stop me!

Look out! Look out!

Yoo-hoo!

I have a possible solution.

Oh, great, Egon,

if we can't stop him with 2,000 gigahertz

of proton power,

let's throw a washtub at him.

Not quite, Peter, keep your head down.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Say your prayers, humans.

You've seen your last sunset!

Fire!

This time we're playing your song, slime balls.

One problem, at low power we can't trap 'em!

No, but we can sure run 'em outta town!

I'll be back for the final showdown!

Yee-haw!

Yay, we did it!

Why do I get the feeling that this isn't a welcome wagon.

Howdy, Red, where y'all been?