a short while later, they were all let out of the institution.
while, getting their flights suit on louis told them about how oscar was taken away.
"what did dana do? where did she go?" asked peter.
"she said she was going to the museum to get the baby back." louis replied. he then continued to ramble on.
tara was off in the back, feeling bad for how she treated the boys earlier.
when they went through another door. tara felt it was right to apologize.
"oh, hunny don't be. we were under a lot of pressure when in there." ray forgave her.
"yeah. there's no need to be sorry." peter agreed.
she looked over to egon. "i'm sorry for pushing you away, egon."
"it's okay." he ruffled her hair.
"okay, we good?" winston made sure.
"well, what are we waiting for? let's go!"
pink slimed covered the entirety of the museum. there was an entire crowd surrounding it, voicing their confusion on the slime covered building.
people got out of the way as soon as they saw the ecto 1A drive through.
they pulled up in front of the museum. they got out ready to face the slimified monstrosity.
"it's so ugly." tara cringed.
"it looks like a giant jell-o mold." ray commented.
"i hate jell-o." winston said.
"oh, come on, there's always room for jell-o." peter defended the strange food.
egon stared at the slime, he narrowed his eyes at it. he saw it pulsate and gurgle.
they stepped forward towards the slime.
"this better be an easy one." she hoped.
"pull 'em." ray said as he got out his netruona wand.
more cheers sounded from the crowd.
they each turned them on.
the devices hummed as it loaded up with energy.
"let's cook!" ray declared.
they aimed their wands at the building and started to fire.
alas no luck, not even a single proton stream put a dent in the pink mood slime.
"what's the deal?" tara questioned, when putting a stop to her proton stream.
steam came off from the slime.
"that slime wall is pulsating with evil." said egon. "it would take a tremendous amount of positive energy to crack that shell and i seriously doubt that there's enough good will left in this town to do it."
"what do you want us to do then? sing?" tara sarcastically suggested.
ray leaned on the front of the car, trying to think of a plan.
"you know, i just can't believe things have gotten so bad in the city that there's no way back!" he vented.
tara nodded. "yeah. i don't remember the last time i saw someone being nice to another person."
"i mean, sure it's dirty, it's crowded, it's polluted, it's noisy, and there's people all around who'd just as soon step on your face as look at you." ray listed off. "but, come on, there've gotta be a few sparks of sweet humanity left in this burned-out burg! we've just gotta figure out a way to mobilize it."
"he's right." egon agreed. "we need something that everyone in this town can get behind, we need..."
he glanced down at the license plate. on it was the statue of liberty.
the one that held new york together. the one that made new york, new york.
they all followed his gaze.
"something that appeals to the best in each and every one of us."
egon kneeled down, staring at the license plate.
"something good." he claimed.
"something decent." winston chimed in.
"something pure." peter added.
tara closed her eyes, with a smile. "food." she hummed.
"no." all four of the boys said in unison.
"she's big." tara commented when they were standing before the statue of liberty.
"kind of makes you wonder doesn't it?" peter inquired.
"wonder what?" winston questioned.
"wonder if she's naked under that toga." peter clarified.
tara scoffed. "you perv!" she smacked him.
"she's french, you know that." he added on.
"and you're a pervert." she stated.
they soon started prepping to bring the statue to life with the mood slime.
one small thing could make this go wrong, so they had to make sure they got every little thing in order.
"got it!" egon said, grabbing the rope. "ready with the speakers, ray. slime blowers ready?" he asked as he fixed one of the speakers.
"okay! audio's set, electric's set." ray got back to him.
"slimed blower, primed and set." winston said, having it on.
"oh god, this is heavier than the proton pack." tara complained.
"you better not be complaining into 1990." peter advised her.
"i'll try not to." she cracked a smile.
"winston, is our slime in a good mood tonight?" he asked, stroking the slime blower.
"i hope so. she's a lot bigger than a toaster." he expressed.
"all yours, venkman. let's go." egon said, handing him the microphone.
peter started testing it out, by saying a bunch of random shit into it.
tara couldn't help but laugh at her father.
"here with me tonight, is my beautiful daughter. want to give the audience a "hello"?" peter said pulling her over to him.
"yeah. i'll say more than a hello." she told him. "mental institutions? overrated. get them out of here. we don't want them in the year 1990."
she handed the microphone back to peter.
"okay." he chuckled. "weird but interesting."
"it's slime time." ray declared. "here, tara. help us will ya?" he requested.
"yeah, i guess i'll help." she shrugged.
winston and ray clanked their slime blowers together before going off to the side to go and slime the shit out of the statue of liberty.
they turned on their slime blowers and started coating the statue with the pastel pink slime.
"beautiful!" ray expressed.
after they were finished, they went up to the inside of the statue.
egon took a controller which looked a lot like a game boy controller out.
"pilots controls are ready."
"all right. it's getting late, it's almost midnight. let's go, venkman." he said.
peter brought the microphone back up to his mouth. "here's something off the request line from liberty island!" he announced. "we gotta squeeze some new year's juice from you, big apple!"
tara switched on the walkman. higher and higher started to play.
the mood slime's favorite song.
they waited with bated breath for the statue to start moving.
tara held egon's hand, a little bit nervous about being so high up in the air.
egon gave her hand a small squeeze.
the slime pulsated with bright pink electricity as it brought the iconic statue to life.
electricity crackled as the slime pulsated.
the torch exploded into flames, the group looked over seeing the flames coming from the now lit torch.
metal squeaked as the statue of liberty got off from her stand. she stepped into the water, heading for the city.
"man, i can't wait to see people's faces when we come onshore!" ray gushed. "this should really get the city's positive energy flowing, huh venky?"
"keep kickin' libby!" peter told the statue.
"this is a story to tell the grandchildren someday." tara said to herself.
"what a story this would be." ray agreed.
"you make this work, we'll pop for a weekend in vegas with the jolly green giant." venkman said.
the statue made its way through the city, with people all over cheering.
"it's a love fest, new york!" peter exclaimed.
"sing it out!" ray cried.
tara was silent. she was trying hard not to look down.
god, why did she want to look down?
'your love keeps lifting me, lifting me higher!' peter sang off key.
"oh god, ew." she cringed.
"come on, you sing!" winston encouraged the crowd.
"we're running out of time, ray." egon said to him.
"can't she go any faster?" asked peter.
"i'm afraid the vibrations will shake her to pieces!" claimed ray.
"yeah and we'll get mighty sued for that." tara chimed in.
"we should have padded her feet." stantz stated.
"i don't think they make nikes in her size, ray." egon sassed him.
"oh, don't worry. she's tough, she's a harbor chick!" peter assured them.
accidentally, the statue of liberty stepped on a police car.
tara opened her eyes right as it happened. she furrowed her brows.
"yikes." was all she could say to that.
"oh sorry, my fault!" ray quickly apologized.
"are we going to get sued for that?" she questioned.
"oh, god i hope not." winston prayed.
when they got to the museum..
"come on, baby, i love you when you roughhouse." peter encouraged it.
"hit it, mama!" egon yelled.
"drop the hammer on her!" ray cried out.
"don't be scared to break some glass, okay?" tara called out.
with a swift move of her torch, the glass roof shattered to pieces. the ropes fell down and in came the ghostbusters to save the day.
"happy new year!" peter cried.
"he's vigo! you are like the buzzing of flies to him." mocked janosz.
he looked over to the painting, his smile disappearing when noticing that vigo was no longer there.
"oh, johnny, did you back the wrong house." peter chuckled. "will you hose him, please?"
doing as they were told. they hosed him down.
"on the ground." they said once he was unconscious.
dana smiled, coming over to them.
"boy, am i glad to see you!" dana expressed, before planting a kiss on venkman's lips.
tara smiled. she was happy to see them back together again.
"oh, oscar, oscar." peter said.
dana handed oscar over to him.
she looked over to janosz and asked "is he dead?"
ray shook his head. "this slime is positively charged." he confirmed. "he'll wake up feeling like a million bucks."
"whoa, this little gentleman is a little bit ripe." peter commented. "that's all right, my friend. i think i had a little accident too."
egon's PKE meter started to buzz.
tara looked over to him, a frown now on her face.
"that doesn't sound good." she shook her head.
peter stepped forward, holding oscar closer to him.
from behind dana, a black piece of metal of some sort slowly reached out towards her.
metal from behind egon crashed, causing him and winston to jump.
then, the black metal tied dana up. preventing her from moving.
she let out a surprised yell.
the boys and tara ran over to her, trying to free her. but it was no use. nothing could free her from her restraints.
"get him away!" dana pleaded, obviously referring to oscar.
peter went off to the side, looking for somewhere safe to put him.
"get a knife or something, we've gotta cut her out of this!" ray yelled.
peter grabbed a spare blanket from off of the table. he kneeled down, resting the blanket on the floor.
"all right, now listen. you've gotta stay right here, don't move!" peter instructed the infant. "uncle pete's gotta go help your mom for a second. you stay right here and don't say anything, okay?"
they were still trying to free dana from her restraints.
"god, nothing's working!" tara huffed.
they then looked up just as a figure appeared.
"he's uglier in person." tara looked him up and down.
as he walked, he looked translucent. like he wasn't entirely there.
"hold it right there, deadhead!" ray stopped him. "you want a baby? go ahead and knock up some willing hellhound!" he threatened. "otherwise, i'm giving you three to get back in that painting where you belong!"
they aimed their wands, ready to fire.
"three!" they all yelled, firing at him.
vigo screamed in pain, as his body was being thrown towards the empty canvas.
"you've got him, you've got him!" stantz declared.
vigo let out a roar, pink electricity hit the group making them drop to the floor.
they all groaned in pain.
"that was really stupid." winston stated.
vigo growled as he made his way to the baby.
"ray, can you move?" he asked him.
"no." ray replied. "no. are you okay?"
"no. venkmans, how are you?" egon then asked.
"not any better." tara groaned.
vigo was just mere feet away from oscar. the only thing separating them was the pieces of furniture that were in the way.
he held his hands out, having the pieces of furniture telekinetically pushed out of the way revealing the baby hiding behind it.
vigo made his way towards the baby with a sickening grin plastered on his face.
"no!" dana cried, trying to free herself from her restraints. "no! oscar!"
"please, do something!" she turned to the group.
"uh, we would if we could move!" tara said in a "duh" like tone.
vigo started to take the baby over to the painting.
"not so fast, vigo!" peter spoke up. "hey, vigo! yeah, you! the bimbo with the baby."
"didn't anybody tell you the big shoulder look is out?" he asked. "you know, i have met some dumb blondes in my life and before you ask, tara i do not mean you."
tara sighed of relief. she really thought she had to go and throw hands. well, if she wasn't paralyzed from the waist down she would.
"but you take the taco, pal."
vigo growled making the baby whimper.
"only a carpathian would come back to life now and choose new york." peter criticized. "tasty pick, bonehead. if you had a brain in that huge melon on top of your neck, you would be livin' the sweet life out in southern california's beautiful san fernando valley."
and guess what that got them?
being electrocuted by pink streams.
blood dripped down her nose.
"oh, darn. darn it." was all peter could say.
it was like he didn't feel anything at all.
vigo lifted up the baby. "now, we become one!" he declared.
the baby screamed and cried, thrashing about.
just as vigo was about to take his soul, the sound of singing coming from outside interrupted him. which caused him to keel over in pain.
"where's that singing coming from?" ray wondered.
"people outside." winston answered.
the singing was vigo's weakness.
"he's weakening." spengler pointed out. "the singing is neutralizing the slime!"
the pink hue disappeared from around the group. they could finally move.
finally, being free from her restraints.
vigo dropped the baby, to which peter quickly caught him in time.
dana grabbed oscar from peter.
"oh, sweetie." she cooed to the baby.
ray got up. as well as the others.
vigo was back in the painting.
"he's back in the painting!"
vigo roared. his face turned distorted.
"all right, go find a shady spot." peter told dana.
dana quickly ran off to go hide with oscar.
ray turned back over to the painting, he saw the red eyes.
those red eyes that put him in a trance before.
"viggy, viggy, viggy." peter played with him. "you have been a bad monkey!"
ray stepped towards the painting, fully entranced with it.
"ray, we'd like to shoot the monster now." tara said to him.
she tried getting his attention.
"uh, guys, ray is in a trance of some sort."
"no, i, ray, am vigo shall rule the earth!" demonic vigo declared.
"no, the fuck you not." she objected.
they all shot at vigo with their proton streams.
winston and egon slimed the crap out of ray.
while, outside louis tully shot at the building with his proton blast.
vigo was nothing but a head now.
he screamed as the streams attacked him.
little by little, vigo's head shrunk turning into nothingness.
everyone shielded themselves from the said explosion.
the slime from the building disappeared along with the vigo painting.
everyone outside cheered.
"i did it! i did it!" louis cheered. "i'm a ghostbuster!"
"you alright?" winston asked ray as him and egon helped him up. "let's get this off you, there here we go." they wiped a good chunk of the slime off.
"how do you feel?" winston then asked him.
"groovy." ray said back to him.
"you alright?" peter asked dana.
tara stood off to the side watching them.
"come here!" he motioned.
she went over. peter wrapped his arm around her.
"you did great." he praised her.
"yes, thank you peter." dana told him.
"spread out, shorty." peter handed oscar over to tara and pushed them out of the way.
peter and dana leaned in close, kissing on the lips.
tara covered oscar's eyes. "don't watch. too young." she said to him.
"i love you guys." ray said to egon and winston.
"i love you tara, so much." he gushed.
"i-i love you too. just don't come over here, please." she requested.
"i love all you guys." he expressed.
"that's great, ray." egon nodded.
"and i love venkman." he listed off.
"we gotta live with this?" winston asked egon.
janosz was still on the floor, but now he was singing.
"hey." winston nudged him.
"sir, are you alright?" egon asked, helping him up.
janosz groaned. "why am i drippings with goo?" (my favorite line out of the whole movie.)
"you had a violent, prolonged transformative psychic episode." spengler explained.
"sorry, we had to hose you there, but you were kind of out of control." ray apologized. "hey, man, let me tell you somethin'. i love you."
he barely even knew him. what?
tara stepped over to egon.
"how long is this going to last?" tara asked him.
