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Ghostbusters: Roz Venkman

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That night at the Ghostbusters HQ; upstairs. Ray, Egon, Peter, and Roz were sitting around a table and dining on Chinese takeout


“To our first customer,” Peter said as he raises his can. 


To our first and only customer,” Ray added. They all raise their cans and toast before taking a drink. 


“I got to take out some petty cash. We should take her out to dinner. We don't want to lose her,” Peter told them and Roz rolled her eyes at her brother. 


“Uh, this magnificent feast here represents the last of the petty cash,” Ray said as he gestured to the food. 


“Slow down. Chew your food,” He advised Ray. 

Downstairs, Janine is getting ready to go home when the phone on her desk rings.


“Hello, Ghostbusters,” Janine answered the phone, “Yes, of course, they're serious. You do? You have? No kidding?... Uh-huh. Well, just give me the address. Yes, of course. Oh, they'll be totally discreet. Thank you, “ She hangs up and screams at the top of her lungs, “We got one!”


Janine slams her hand down the alarm bell. 

Upstairs, the guys and Roz stopped eating and looked at each other. 


“It's a call!” Ray exclaimed. 


They ran to the and slide down the fire pole. They each slide down the fire pole and suit up. After getting the information from Janine, Ecto-1 drives off wildly into the streets of New York before it drives up to the Sedgewick Hotel. 

The Ghostbusters enter the lobby of the Sedgewick Hotel side by side. 


“Hey, anybody seen a ghost?” Peter called out. 


“Thank you for coming so quickly!” A man, the hotel manager, ran up to them, “The guests are starting to ask questions and I'm running out of excuses.”


“Has it happened before?” Ray asked as they walked and talked. 


“Well, most of the original staff knows about the twelfth floor; the disturbances, I mean,” He informed, “But it's been quiet for years! Up until two weeks ago. It was never, ever this bad, though!” 


Did you ever report it to anyone?”  Egon asked. 


“Heavens! No!”


“You have got to be kidding?” Roz asked the manager. 


“The owners don't even like us to talk about it. I hope we can take care of this. Quietly!”


“It’s done,” Peter nodded. 




“Yes sir, don't worry. We handle this kind of thing all the time!” Ray assured the manager as he puts his goggles on top of his head. 


“Uh, Ray, we have never handled anything like this all the time,” Roz muttered as they walked away from the manager.


They walked over to the elevators, a man waiting gave the four a weird look,  “What are you supposed to be, some kind of a cosmonaut?”


“No, we're exterminators,” Peter chuckled, “ Someone saw a cockroach up on twelve.”


“That's gotta be some cockroach.”


“Bite your head off, man.”


An elevator arrives and the four walk-in, Ray looks at the man, “Going up?”


“I'll take the next one,” The man answered and the doors shut. Ray pressed the button to the 12th floor and they went up. 

In the elevator, Ray, Egon, Peter, and Roz were getting ready. 


“You know, it just occurred to me, we haven't had a completely successful test of this equipment,” Ray said. 


“I blame myself,” Egon said. 


“So do I,” Peter nodded and Roz gave him a look. 


“I think we all passed the point of no return, so there really is no sense worrying about it now,” Roz told them. 


“Why worry? Each of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his and her back.”


“Yep. Let's get ready. Switch me on!” Ray said. Egon flips the switch on Ray’s proton pack and it then makes a high-pitched whistling noise. Roz, Peter, and Egon looked at each other before stepping away from Ray. A moment later, the three turned on the other proton packs. 

The elevator dinged, alerting the Ghostbusters that they have arrived at the twelfth floor and the doors opened. Ray stepped out of the elevator first with his proton pack ready and motioned for Egon, Roz, and Peter to come out. 


“Come on,” Ray said. 


A maid pushing her cart comes around the corner, they all turn around, Ray and Egon shout and blast her cart with proton beams.


“Hold it!” Peter shouted causing the two to stop. Roz smacks them both on the back of their heads. 


The maid peaks out from behind the cart she was hiding and asks, “What the hell are you doing?”


“Sorry,” Egon apologized.


“Sorry,” Peter apologized


‘I'm sorry,” Ray apologized while looking down. 


“I’m sorry about them, Ma’am,” Roz apologized. 


“We thought you were someone else,” Peter explained, raising a hand in surrender. The maid picks up a squirt bottle and started to put a small fire, “Successful test.”


“I guess so,” Ray looked back up and suggests, “Think we'd better split up.”


“Good idea,” Egon nodded. 


“Yeah, we can do more damage that way,” Peter said. 


The four split off in three different directions. Ray went one way, Egon another, and Roz and Peter went down the last. After a while, Peter and Roz went around a corner and stopped when they saw a green blob staring at them. 


“Come in, Ray,” Peter talks into the walkie-talkie. 


Venkman! I saw it! I saw it! I saw it!” Ray spoke into the walkie-talkie with excitement. 


“It's right here, Ray,” Roz told him through her walkie-talkie.  She and Pete were locked in a staring contest with the green blob. 


“It's looking at us,” Peter added. 


“He's an ugly little spud, isn't he?” Ray said. 


I think he can hear you, Ray,” Peter told him. 


“Don't move. It won't hurt you,” He advised them. 


The green blob flies towards Peter and Rox, they scream. While Peter covers his face, Roz presses herself against the wall as the green blob flies through Peter and then disappears. Roz looks down at her brother, laying on the floor on his back and dripping in slime. 


“Venkman! Venkman! Pete! Roz!” Ray called as he ran toward Roz and Pete. When he arrives, he saw Peter laying on the ground covered in slime, Roz not covered in slime and kneeling to her brother, and the green blob nowhere in sight, “Venkman! What happened? Are you okay?”


Peter spits out slime, “He slimed me.”


“That's great! Actual physical contact! Can you move?” Ray asked him. 


“The ghost flew through Pete and disappeared into the wall,” Roz informed Ray. 


Egon calls over the walkie-talkie, “Roz? Ray? Roz! Ray! Come in please!”


“I feel so funky,” Peter said. 


“Try to get up slowly,” Roz advised her brother. 


“Spengler! I'm with Peter and Roz! Peter got slimed!” Ray told Egon through the walkie-talkie.


“That's great, Ray! Save some for me! Get down here right away. It just went into a ballroom!” He informed them. 

After finding the hotel manager, the Ghostbuster told him that the ghost went into the ballroom. Egon, Roz, and Peter went in ahead while Ray spoke to the manager before locking the ballroom door. The Ghostbusters hide behind large velvet curtains. Ray scans with his ecto-goggles and sees the ghost near a chandelier.


“There it is, on the ceiling,” Ray pointed out. 


“That's the one that got me,” Peter added before they come out from under the table


“All right, boys. Ready?” Roz asked them and they nodded in response. 


“Throw it!” Ray yelled. They fire their proton packs and the ghost flies away. The chandelier falls on a table and smashes.


“I did that! I did that! That's my fault!” Ray said, taking the blame. 


“That's okay,” Peter told him, “The table broke the fall.”


“There's something very important I forgot to tell you,” Egon told them 


“What?” Peter asked. 


“Don't cross the streams,” He informed them. 


“Why?” Roz inquired. 


It would be bad,” He replied. 


“And by that how bad would ‘bad’ be?” She asked him. 


“Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light,” Egon explained. 


“Total protonic reversal,” Ray said. 


“All right, that's pretty bad,” Roz said. 


 “Okay. Important safety tip, don't cross the streams. Thanks, Egon. All right. Ray, take the left. Egon, take the right. Roz, stand next to me,” Peter instructed them and everyone got into place, “Okay, Ray. Give me one eye on the outside... Ray!”


Ray fires on cue. The ghost screams and flies away.


“Egon!” Peter yelled.


Egon fires and destroys crystal glasses, a layer cake, etc. The ghost flies behind a bar. Egon fires and keeps firing even after the ghost flies away.


“Okay, all right, hold it! Hold it! Hold it!” Peter stopped Egon, “Whoa! Nice shooting, Tex!” 


“The last throw took something out of him, but he's gonna move! I need some; I need some room to put the trap down. Give me some room,” Ray instructed them. 


Egon, Roz, and Peter help make some space by chucking a few tables out of the way.


“We gotta get this in the clear!” He said. 


“Wait, wait! I always wanted to do this,” Peter pulls the tablecloth out from under the table, knocking everything but flowers over, “And the flowers are still standing!”


Ray sends out the trap, “Okay, on my go signal. Spengler, I want a confinement stream from you. Okay? Go!”


Egon fires and hits the ghost.


“Okay, hold him up there. He's gonna move. Hold him up. Roz, Peter, Go!” Ray yelled. 


Both Peter and Roz fire and hit the ghost.


“It's working, Ray!” Egon exclaimed. 


“Start bringing him down. Start bringing him down. You got him,” Ray said before reminding them, “Don't cross the streams.”


“Maybe now you'll never slime a guy with a positron collider, huh?” Peter snapped at the ghost. 


“Peter, shorten your stream! I don't want my face burned off!” Egon told him. 


“All right. I'm opening the trap now; don't look directly into the trap!” Ray slams his foot on the pedal and the trap opens. 


Egon’s eyes widen, “I looked at the trap, Ray.”


“Bring your streams off as soon as I close the trap. Get ready. I'm closing it, now!”

Ray slams his foot on the pedal again. Peter, Roz, and Egon stop firing and look away. The ghost is sucked into the trap. The Ghostbusters look at it, keeping their guns pointed at it.


Peter nudges the trap with his foot and blue streams flew around the trap for a moment. 


“It's in there,” Egon said. 


“Hey!” Peter said to the ghost in the trap. 


“Well, that wasn't such a chore, now, was it?” Ray said with a smile on his face. Egon and Roz gave him a look but did not say anything. 


Peter swung open the ballroom doors to find a crowd had gathered around near the doors 


“We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!” Peter exclaimed and high-fived his sister. 


“Did you see it? What is it?” The manager asked. 


“We got it!” Ray told him, holding up the trap. 


“What is it? Will there be any more of them?” He inquired. 


“No, sir,” Roz replied, “We doubt it.”




“Sir, what you have there-” Ray coughed from the smoke emitting from the trap,”- is what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal repeating phantasm, or a Class Five full roaming vapor,” Ray explained with a grin, “Real nasty one, too!”


“Now,” Peter cleared his throat as he took out a pencil and notepad,”Let's talk seriously, now. For the entrapment, we're gonna have to ask you for four big ones. Four thousand dollars for that. But we are having a special this week on proton charging and storage of the beast, and that's only going to come to one thousand dollars, fortunately.”


“Five thousand dollars?” The manager looked furious, “I had no idea it would be so much. I won't pay it.”


“Well, that's all right! We can just put it right back in there. Can’t we Ray?” Peter asked. 


“We certainly can, Dr. Venkman,” Ray began walking back into the ballroom. 


“No, no, no, no!” The manager stopped him, “All right! I'll pay anything!”


“Thanks so much,” Peter handed the manager the receipt. 


“Thank you! Hope we can help you again!” Ray said as he and the other Ghostbusters walked away, “All right, coming through! Watch out! Class Five full roaming vapor! Watch out!”