I’m currently as far away from the gang in New York that I can get while still being in the United States (well, American Samoa and the Guam territories are further east, but they whatever) but their Halloween antics live through the sharing power of internet social networking. Behold:
Featuring Mr Chris as “guy with a sweater around his neck” and Christian as…cat ninja? – That would be NY Johnny and girlfriend Sam as the Marshmallow monster and the Ghostbusting Gal.
I imagined the scenario as the Busters getting brutally slaughtered in action and Staypuff is out effing everything in the city with a rising death toll that claims the lives of country folk and preppy pedestrians alike. even Superman, still in Clark-mode is suffocated to death after melting off some of the puff and getting stuck in it. and the secretary at Ghostbusters headquarters mournfully witnesses the destruction through a window as the phone lines go crazy in the background. then she looks to the uniform rack and see’s the one spare jumpsuit and buster equipment, takes off her glasses with a sense of resolve and metaphorically “hears the call” of the people and for the first time “ain afraid”. she sets out into the night to avenge her coworkers and vanquish the “something strange” that is plaguing her neighborhood.
Then Max from Where The Wild Things Are comes in and fucks everything up.
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