02x07 - Adventures in Slime and Space

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

♪ There's something strange ♪

♪ In the neighborhood ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

♪ There's something weird ♪

♪ And it don't look good ♪

♪ Who you gonna call ♪

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

[expl*si*n]

Well, there goes another piece
of the old neighborhood.

I liked it better
when the dynamite factory was here.

I felt safer.

Say, Egon, would you mind keeping it down?

The neighbors are complaining...
From Alaska.

No, no. I think I've done it this time.

[Peter] I'll say you have.

All that's left is
to call the mayor's office

and tell him we've perfected
the art of slum clearance.

I wonder how much he'd pay us
to move to New Jersey.

Yikes!

[crashes]

I stabilized an ecto-electro
molecular destabilizing field.

God, what a breakthrough.

All I had to do was refocus
the cross-phased calameters

to produce a triple didactic
parallel overload.

Now all I have to do
is fine-tune the hydro-photonic phalanges.

I'll probably need
a new interositor, though.

In English, Egon.
In English.

Peter, aren't you listening?

I've created a Plasmic Strainer.

Oh, this is a breakthrough.

This is a real breakthrough.
This is historic.

I feel positively transformed.

Ray, I think you've been sniffing
your capacitors again.

Instead of storing the ghosts
in the Ecto Containment Unit,

we'll disintegrate them on sight.

I think it needs a little fine-tuning.

Ah, why didn't you say so
in the first place?

We did.

[speaking gibberish]

Him I expect to talk like that.
Not you two.

[speaking gibberish]

Yuck!

He did it to me again.

[speaking gibberish]

No, we've got that licked, too.

I've been working on the problem
of communicating with Slimer.

Excuse me. There must be
something wrong with my ears.

It sounded like you said
you wanted to communicate with Slimer.

You see, I've hot-wired
a votorizer synthetic speech library

to the Banana 9000.

Now, if Slimer wants to
say something to us,

all he has to do
is punch it up on the keyboard,

and the computer will speak for him.

Say something, Slimer.

[speaking gibberish]

[computer translating]
I enjoy working with human beings.

I have the utmost confidence
in our mission.

Ray, stop.

Stop, Ray. I can feel it.

Oops. [chuckles]

Well, still needs a little fine-tuning.

You need a little fine-tuning.

Listen, he slimed me
the first time we met,

and he's been looking
for a second chance ever since.

[speaks gibberish]

I prefer my own way
of communicating with him.

Aye, aye, Captain.
Setting the phasers to stun.

[speaking unintelligibly]

[Ray] Hey, he was only kidding.

No, I wasn't.

[yells]

[whirring]

Oops.

Wha...

Oh, great.

Now I'm gonna have to housebreak him
all over again.

Help me round him up.
Grab an ecto Slimer net.

[chattering]

Oh, no. No, no, no!

[Slimers chattering]

That's good, Peter.
Hold him there.

[screaming]

That's good, Peter.
Real good.

I'm sorry, guys.
I don't know what came over me.

I just had to do that.

Come on, guys.
We gotta get 'em before they get away.

[all chattering]

Whoa!

Oh, dear.

George, did the weatherman mention
anything about this?

Whoa!

[Egon] Oh, no.

This is worse than I thought.

What? We're finally gonna be
rid of Slimer.

What could be worse than that?

We're not going to be rid of Slimer.

We're gonna be inundated with hundreds of
thousands of millions of Slimers.

I'm sorry I asked.

No, listen to me.

Slimer has become
molecularly dis-coordinated.

Egon, remember what I said?

If you're gonna stay on this planet,
you have to speak our language.

Every time one of the little Slimers
hits a material object,

it shatters into a whole bunch
more little Slimers.

[speaks gibberish]

[all speak gibberish]

I love this job.

Of course.

By passing through the Plasmic Strainer,

Slimer lost his cohesion.

No surface tension.
This is incredible.

That's one word for it.
I can think of several others.

Anybody want to guess what they are?

Of course, the process
has to bottom out sometime.

[beeping]

[Ray] I was right.
Slimer can't go on shattering forever.

Past a certain point,
he can't get any smaller.

All we have to do is wait,
and all the little Slimers will come home.

How long?

[Ray] Oh, 412 years.

[all] 412 years?

Oh! [chuckles]
No, sorry.

I misplaced the decimal point.

[all sighing]

[Ray] 4,120 years.

Four thousand and...

Four thousand?

The problem is worse than that.
He won't reform.

Not ever. Slimers feed
on ambient slimic energy.

Oh, dear.

I refuse to become alarmed.
I'll wait for the translation.

Each of those little Slimers

is already trying
to grow up to be a big Slimer.

But it can't happen
without the right molecular cohesion.

The slightest little bump,
and they'll fragment again.

This is terrible.

Eventually everything on the entire planet

will be covered with
a thin layer of slime.

[groans]

Whoa!

[screaming]

Try to imagine that
multiplied a million times.

-[car tires screech]
-[loud crash]

Get the feeling we won't
have to imagine it.

[Slimers chattering]

Mab, didn't I tell you
this would be more entertaining

than Celebrity Wrestling For Dollars?

-[all yelling]
-[all chattering]

[screaming]

This is not my idea of a good time.

That's my idea of a good time.

There's still a chance

if we get out there
fast enough with our Slimic Nets.

Maybe we can round up
every last one of the little buggers

before they slime the entire city.

Sure. And maybe Howard the Duck

will win the Republican nomination
for the presidency.

I think Peter's right.

That Howard the Duck
will run for President?

No. That it's too late.

The entire city is going to be slimed.

[Peter] Hello.
Delaware Overseas Airlines?

When's your next flight to anywhere?

I don't care where.
As far away from New York as possible.

France?
Not on your life.

All right, we'll have to
fight this like men.

And Janine, too.

[all singing]

♪ Row row row your boat ♪

♪ Gently down the stream ♪

♪ Merrily merrily merrily merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

[all shouting]

Yuck!

[boy] Ma, I can't change the channel.

The tuner's all slimy.

[mother] I told you not to eat

peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches
in the living room.

Ooh, whoops.

OK, let's draw straws.

Ray, pick a number.

Six. Why?

Amazing. I don't know how you do it.

That's the number.
You win.

Whoops!

Terrific. What'd I win?

You get to tell the mayor.

I think we'd all better go see the mayor.

Sure. That way he can throw us--
all of us,

in jail at the same time.

No, Peter. Egon's right.

D-Divided we fall, united we stand.

That's the American way.
That's the way it works.

U-United we stand.
Divided we fall!

[all] Whoa!

[all exclaim]

Janine, from now on, don't make speeches.

You slimed the city of New York?

It's only a little bit of slime.
I think we can handle it.

We just wanted to let you know,

-in case you heard any funny things.
-[car crashes]

Or even some things that weren't so funny.

Oh, no. Not in an election year.

First, Terror Dogs,
then a walking marshmallow,

now this.

What are you gonna do about it?

Well, uh, we were thinking
we could wait until January,

when all the slime has frozen,

and then just carry it away.

January?

You're gonna get out there
and clean up this mess right now.

You have 24 hours.
This is the last straw.

This time I'm putting my foot down!

Yes, sir, Mr. Mayor. Um...

Your Honor, sir.
Yes, sir. Uh, yes, sir.

[all] Whoa!

[crash]

Well, anyone got any other ideas?

Well, there is a possibility,

but I hesitate to mention it.

It's dangerous, right?

We're not afraid of danger, are we?

Speak for yourself, Ray.

Go on, Egon.

Well, we could try reversing

the polystratification
on the Plasmic Strainer

so that a Slimer passing through it
will have its polarity reversed.

It'll be like magnets.

The little Slimers will be attracted
to each other rather than repel.

Slimer will stop fragmenting
and start reassembling.

Egon, you're brilliant.

Peter, give him a chocolate bar.

Uh, not so fast, Ray.

First we have to catch
one of the little Slimers.

[all] Oh.

[Ray] Get him. Get him.

[Winston] I got him. I got him.

[Ray] Oh, don't scare him.
Don't scare him.

[Egon] That way. That way.
No. This way. This way.

[Winston] Get him!
I'll get him! I got him!

[Janine] I'm not being
paid enough for this!

[Egon] That way. That way.

No. No, this way.
This way.

Whoa! Whoa!

This is not fun!

I've had fun!
This isn't it!

Ahh!

Where's Janine?

I'm here, you big dope.

I give up.

I don't care if New York
gets slimed or not.

I can always go live in Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh?

If anyone else has any other good ideas,

please don't share 'em.

Do they have ghosts in Pittsburgh?

[chatters]

Peter, Egon, look.

[electricity crackling]

By George, I think we've got it.

Then you can have my share, Ray.

Look.

[both speaking gibberish]

Thank goodness.
It works.

Of course.

Hooray!

Go, Slimer! Go!
Get it together, man.

We've got to get him outside

so he can find
all the other pieces of himself.

Does this mean getting up
and running around again?

Peter, look.

[all chattering]

I've got an idea.

Why don't we open the window
and let him out?

There you go, Slimer.

Free. Good googily mooga,
free at last.

Go, Slimer! Go!

Do it, Slimer!
Do it!

Hooray! Hooray!

Attaboy, Slimer.
Attaboy.

Don't come back, Slimer.

[all chattering]

[laughing]

Let's go up on the roof.
We'll get a better view.

Where is he?

[Ray] Don't worry, Egon.

He's probably gathering up
the rest of his pieces.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Oh, Peter, what could possibly go wrong?

[evil laughter]

Uh, uh...

[all] I...

Oh, boy.

[roars]

[yells]

[laughs]

[all] Whoa!

Next year, let's go to the mountains
for our vacation.

I think the desert.

I think I'm gonna cry.

[screams]

Oh, dear.

Egon, it was your idea.

You tell the mayor.
I'm going to Pittsburgh.

Wait for me, Peter.

Egon, what happened?
Why did he get so big?

All those little Slimers started feeding

on whatever they could find
all over New York.

They've been growing.

Now that they're all reassembled,
there's too much Slimer.

Exactly. And the shock to his system
has turned him bad.

He's out of control.

That does it, Slimer.

You're going on a diet.

A diet. That's it.

Yeah, and you've been out
in the sun too long.

You'll feel a lot better
when we get to Pittsburgh.

No, listen.
I've got it this time.

We'll have to go see the mayor.

We're going to need helicopters.

[both] See the mayor?

[both] Helicopters?

Controlled bursts from the proton packs

will neutralize enough
of the slimic energy

to reduce Slimer back to his normal size.

But we're going to need helicopters.

I'm worried. I think
I almost understood that.

Now all we have to do is tell the mayor.

I wonder what he's going to say.

[Mayor] Helicopters?

[laughing]
I can't believe this.

Was it something we said?

Get out. Get out!

[sobbing] Get out!

Oh, I wonder if they need a mayor
in Pittsburgh.

Look!

Oh, I can't stand it.

The center of my city
is now called Slimes Square.

[snarling]

Yuck!

He's got me!

Let go of me, you big ape!
Help me!

Help me! Ray! Peter!
Egon! Winston!

Help!

Now can we have our helicopters?

Red Dog One.
This is Red Dog Two.

Target acquisition at 11 o'clock. Over.

Huh? What'd he say?

He said Slimer is climbing
the Empire State Building.

[Winston] Why didn't he say so
in the first place?

He's sliming the Empire State Building.

[growls]

Well, that'll keep the gorillas off.

Where's Fay Wray now that we need her?

Slimer, this is not funny.
Now you put me down right now.

Do you hear me?

This is not funny, Slimer.

Uh-oh.

[yells]

Don't put me down, Slimer.
They'll sh**t you.

Yeah. Yeah. Ha-ha.

Uh-huh. Right.

One word from me,
and he does exactly what he pleases.

OK, Slimer, this is gonna
hurt you more than us.

But it's for your own good.

[Slimer roaring]

[screams]

Why do I get the feeling
I've seen this one before?

[continues screaming]

[screaming]

Got him. Got him!

[Peter] Darn. Now I'm never
gonna get to Pittsburgh.

Well, Slimer,
what do you have to say for yourself?

[speaking gibberish]

[computer translating] I know I've made
some rather poor decisions lately,

but I'm feeling much better now.

Good to have you back, Slimer.
Really.

Yeah.

Things were getting awfully dull.

One Slimer is all
we really need around here.

[gibbers]

Actually, one is more than enough.

[all laughing]

[theme music playing]

[screams]