02x37 - Lost and Foundry

[bunniefuu]

[Ray Parker Jr's "Ghostbusters" playing]

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ If there's something strange ♪

♪ In the neighborhood ♪

[alarm blaring]

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ If there's something weird ♪

♪ And it don't look good ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

-[alarm blaring]
-[tires screeching]

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

[roaring]

[screaming]

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

[Peter] I think I got him.

[screeching]

[screeching continues]

[rumbling]

There he is.

[evil laughter]

[screeching]

[screeching]

[screeching continues]

Where'd it go?

[Egon] I'm getting a negative
reading on the P.K.E Meter.

A ghost can't just disintegrate into
the ion streams.

Well, theoretically it is possible.

Come on, guys, it's been a long day.

Let's iron this out back at headquarters.

[Winston] I'm glad we've seen
the last of that ghost.

[electronic humming]

[Peter] Yeah. I'm bushed.

How about some coffee, Janine?

[chewing loudly] No, thanks.

Hey, Janine, have you seen...

Slimer!

[muttering]

It was my clean uniform!

[whines and mutters]

Send him over to my locker, Winston.

I've got something you can play with.

[exclaims and mutters]

You oughta be ashamed of yourself, Peter.

Aw, look at him. Isn't he cute?

He wants to be a Ghostbuster.

[yells]

[sizzling]

Uh-oh! [mutters]

[grunts]

Let me at him!

[panicked muttering]

It's him or us.

It was just an accident.
He won't do it again.

Come on, Peter,
give the little guy another chance.

He's begging for you to forgive him.

Yeah, please, please forgive me.

I know I'm gonna regret this,
but all right.

I'll let it go this time.

Oh? You'll really let it go?

[exclaims happily]

Now all we need is a new pole.

Hey, no problem. I'll take care of it.

-Oh, Janine.
-Yeah?

Order us a new pole, will ya?

-That steel mill owes us a favor, right?
-[phone rings]

[Janine] Ghostbusters.

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

I don't see anything unusual, Lowman.

Which refrigerator?

It's a Deers Cosmore,

no frost, auto-ice,
with twin doors for easy access.

Avocado green.

Right.

Where does one of
those babies wholesale for?

Peter.

Stay cool.

P.K.E readings are negative.

Ditto on the Plasmatometer.

This may not have been
a psychokinetic disturbance at all.

It could just be an ordinary
refrigerator gone bad.

Man, this new TV cable's heavy.

[straining]

[yelps]

Huh!

[grunting and straining]

[screaming]

Somebody call the...Ah!

[siren wailing]

So where's the ghost?

[shakily] Any, any more questions?

Yeah. How come you guys
show the same movie over and over again?

We got it.

It's getting away.

It's going down a manhole.

Well, I'm not going down there.

I knew I shouldn't
have skipped breakfast this morning.

-[people screaming]
-[tires screech]

Let's get some donut somewhere.
What do you say?

He almost nailed us that time.

[man yelping]

Please don't squeeze the...

Oh.

Anybody got a can opener?

[Egon] Those weren't ordinary cans.

[P.K.E. Meter fluttering]

[woman] This new sculpture explores
an expanded modally of expression,

which I call anti-neo postmodernism.

I think you'll agree
the effect can be startling.

[all murmuring]

Oh. [whimpering]

[screaming]

[all yelling]

[tires screech]

[tires screech]

[indistinct murmurs]

-What have you got for lunch today?
-Oh, let's see here.

Looks like the same old thing.

You like, uh, peanut butter and jelly?

[yells]

What seems to be the problem here?

The girders have started coming to life.

Living girders.

I think I'm beginning to
detect a pattern to all these.

Girders, nails, refrigerators.

What do all those have in common?

Their bigger than a breadbox?

Nails are smaller than a breadbox.

Hey, that's right.

Look!

There they are! By those columns!

Ugh, they look like slugs.

Let's get 'em.

Nice work, guys.

-[all gasp]
-Ahhh!

[all scream]

-Watch it.
-Look out!

Move!

[sighs] That hole in the middle of
the building saved us.

I'd sure like to thank that
architect who designed it.

Yeah, he might have
something to say to us too.

I can't understand it.

I'm getting a negative reading
on the P.K.E. Meter again.

Maybe there's something
wrong with the meter.

No, I'm getting a negative reading too.

Oh, those haunted girders
have to be in there somewhere.

Yeah, but where?

Why don't we discuss
this problem over lunch?

Or better yet, sleep on it.

[Peter] What a day.

I'm even too tired to eat.

I'm gonna go upstairs and crash.

Any more calls, Janine?

No.

Oh, they installed that
new pole while you were gone.

Let's hope we never have to use it.

I'm worried about Peter.

He seems kinda down.

That's the natural result of
living an unexamined life.

[phone ringing]

Ghostbusters.

[Peter] Hold my calls.

Just a moment.

Trouble on the Jersey Turnpike.

So what else is new?

There's a refrigerator
trying to cross six lanes of traffic.

Peter.

[groaning]

[pole squeaks]

Huh.

[grunting]

I should've taken the stairs.

Whoa!

Help!

Stop fooling around, Peter,
we've got work to do.

I am not fooling.

I think he's in trouble.

Help!

Quick. Grab his legs!

Whoa!

[groaning]

It may take a few minutes.

Can you hold?

This supports a theory
I've been formulating.

Man, I haven't felt like this
since Woodstock.

Hey, look at that!

[Egon] Just as I suspected.

That pole came from a steel mill.

The ion streams must have
electrolyzed the ghost

and fused it with a molten steel.

That's why the ghost
never registered on the P.K.E. Meter.

Too much interference from
the steel's rigid molecular structure.

[Peter] Are we supposed
to be following this?

You mean the refrigerators,
the nails, the girders,

they're all part of the same ghost?

Exactly.

Yeah. But if that's true,
then the different parts

of the ghost would have
a natural tendency to reunite.

Ahhh!

[groaning]

[tires screeching]

Fill me in, guys.
Where are we going?

[siren wailing]

It's heading for New Jersey.

[Peter] I should've known.

[siren wailing]

[Peter] Let's remember where we park.

We might have trouble finding the car.

[Ray] Hmm.
The P.K.E. Meters still reading negative.

[Egon] Anybody see anything unusual?

I see a muffler from a '59 Studebaker.

You gotta admit,
you don't see many of those anymore.

Huh, this is like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

Yeah, and I'm afraid of needles.

[Peter] What we need is a plan.
Let's go home and think of one.

Hey, Peter, we've gone
with bigger problems than this before.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Hey, I'm not afraid of anything.

[clanking]

Well, almost anything.

That didn't work.

-Whoa.
-Let's move.

-[Winston] Come on, man.
-Come on!

Told you we needed a plan.

Yeah, I've got an idea.

Good time for one.

[Ray] Follow me.

All right. Way to go, Ray.

[sizzling]

I don't know what we'd do without you.

[powering on]

[roaring loudly]

But I guess we'd think of something.

Out of my way.

-Let's go.
-Oh, boy.

Quick, in here.

[theme music playing]

Great idea, Winston.

Now what do we do?

[roaring]

How about this?

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

[ghost screaming]

-[all exclaiming]
-[Egon] Let's go. Let's go home.

Help!

Peter.

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

I'm caught!

[roaring]

Ahhh!

[crackling]

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

[Egon] All that remains now
is to separate the ghost from the metal.

[Winston] How?

[Ray] By making things real hot for him.

[electricity crackling]

[ghost screams]

[ghost screams]

Now.

[screaming]

Right.

[cackling]

Yahoo!

Team work, guys. I love it!

Glad to see you in a better mood, Peter.

[Peter] Hey, I love working this magnet.

I think we ought to get
one of these for the office.

Well, there goes our budget.

I can find paper clips and pens,
the lost fork.

We can pick up Ecto-1 with it.

[theme music playing]

[crowd cheering]

[yelling]