02x49 - Deadcon I

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[Ray Parker Jr's "Ghostbusters" playing]

♪ Ghostbusters! ♪

♪ There's something strange ♪

[phone rings]

♪ In the neighborhood ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ There's something weird ♪

♪ And it don't look good ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

[ghosts roaring]

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

[whirring]

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

[Mayor Lenny]
It gives me great pleasure

to announce the opening
of New York City's

newest convention center,

Plump Towers!

As Mayor of this city,

I would like to thank the man

whose vision and financial backing

made this project possible,

Mr. J. Portman Plump.

[crowd clapping]

I now declare Plump Towers...

[camera shutter clicking]

Officially open.

[crowd clapping]

Never before in the history
of our fair city...

Let's have a warm welcome

for the Plump Towers' first guests,

the annual convention

of the American Association
for the Advancement of Oral Hygiene.

This sure beats Des Moines, Ralph.

I can't wait to take a bite out
of the Big Apple.

Just be sure you floss afterwards.

Welcome to New York.

-[electrical buzzing]
-[shrieking]

Hand buzzer. [chuckles]

Gets them every time.

[both laughing]

[crowd laughing]

[chuckles]

Hey, what's this other convention?

Uh, something called Deadcon-1.

Probably a bunch of undertakers.

[thunder rumbling]

[lighting crackling]

[hooves clomping]

[door creaking]

[both] Huh?

[crowd shrieking]

[screaming]

[screams]

[phone ringing]

Ghostbusters!

Plump Towers?

Right, they'll be right over.

We got a job.

[theme music playing]

[tires screeching]

[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

So where's the ghost?

[ghost yelling]

[all firing proton g*n]

[yelling]

Hold your fire, guys.

[Mr. Plump] What do you
think you're doing?

-Your guess is as good as mine.
-You must be the Ghostbusters.

Our legend precedes us.

I want to see the four
of you in my office.

Those dentists are guests at this hotel,

and I don't want you
sh**ting anymore of them.

With those...Those, um...

Particle Throwers.

I've always wanted to
do that to a dentist.

Just tell us where the ghost is

and we'll get him and be out of here.

-Floors 12 through 19.
-This sounds like a big job.

We better charge by the hour.

Whatever happened to that

particle throwing tank
you were working on, Egon?

-Tanks?
-You're welcome.

There won't be any tanks in my hotel,

and until you figure out
a way to get rid of the ghost

without wrecking my hotel,

you can just leave those
Particle Throwers in my office.

Move it or lose it.

We can't fight ghosts
without our Particle Throwers.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to, Winston.

This ghost convention could be
the start of something big.

We have to find out what
Deadcon-1 is all about.

Without staff the hotel will close,
the ghosts will leave

and we'll never know what they're up to.

Exactly.

We'll have to work undercover.
No Proton Packs.

I'll get the false noses.

[lightning crackling]

[keys jingling]

Would you like someone
to take you to your room?

Oh, guess not.

[tires screeching]

Do you have a reservation?

Can you sign the register, please?

Do you have any luggage?

Hmm.

Probably means Smith.

Any luggage, sir?

[Ray] Of course.

-Front.
-[bell rings]

Now I know how he hurt his leg.

[muttering]

[elevator dings]

{\an8}Did you see those bandages, Ralph?

{\an8}Must have been in an accident.

[Ralph] Nice looking suitcase, though.

This is your wake up call.

[horn blaring]

Would you tone it down, Winston?

That's thing loud enough to wake the...

Er, never mind.

[buzzing]

Front Desk, may I help you?

Chains rattling next door.
Wailing and moaning.

Well, you know, ghosts just...

Oh, you are a ghost.

Yes, sir, I'll ask those
dentists to keep it down.

[dishes clattering]

[bottle clinking]

[yawns]

[buzzing]

Plump Towers.

Yo, Ray, could you come here a minute?

It's Janine, she says
she's got a very strange

phone call from one of the guests here.

Yeah, what is it, Janine?

You won't believe
what he wants me to do.

I don't care what he wants, just do it.

We can't let these ghosts
know we're on to them.

Janine,

this thing is big.

It's about to get bigger.

[elevator dings]

Whoa!

We got to get better maid service.

Room service.

[yells]

You could've just put out
the "Do not disturb" sign.

[yells]

Oh, brother.

[growling]

[continues yelling]

[crashing]

I'll send the maid up
later to clean your room.

If it's still there.

-Where have you been?
-You tell me.

Did you find out anything?

Yeah. Ghosts are lousy tippers.

The Deadcon-1 opening banquet is tonight.

Maybe we can find out something then.

The dentists are having
a masquerade ball at the same time.

You know what that means.

Yeah, we better make
some more hors d'oeuvres.

[hip-hop music playing]

Getting a bunch of dentists to party

isn't exactly like
pulling teeth, you know.

[both laughing]

Good one.

Great costume, huh, Ralph?

Oh, I don't know, Fred.

[Ralph] I got one of those
for my son last Halloween.

Mmm.

-[Mr. Plump] Don't eat up my profits.
-[swallows]

Well, have you made any progress
on this ghost business?

I cannot tell a lie. You tell him, Ray.

Well, uh...

I'm afraid we're not getting anywhere.

In that case,

I've got a special request
from the Deadcon committee.

Hot chocolate,

about a thousand gallons.

[all] What!

I'll wash some cups.

They only want one cup.
It's for their keynote speaker.

[stomping]

[all] Huh!

[stomping continues]

[all] Whoa!

[screaming]

It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

Oops.

Look what I stepped in.

That's it. I'm leaving.

You remember what happened last time.

I can't understand it.

How can he have gotten out
of the Ecto Containment Unit?

[Janine] I let him out.

[all] You!

It's not my fault.

He said to do whatever they wanted.

The customer's always right.
[nervous chuckle]

Even when he's dead.
Well, look on the bright side.

Old Stay Puft's lost a little weight.

We're sorry we gave you
such a hard time, Janine.

Save it.

I better get overtime for this.

[nervous laughter] Yeah.

Stay Puft Man.

We've gotta be nuts
to stick around here.

Especially when he sees dessert.

Candied marshmallows.

That's the most
frightening thing I've ever seen.

That's all right, Peter.
We're in the wrong room.

It's just a bunch of dentists.

[Peter] I know.

All right, everybody.

Let's hear you say, "Ah!"

The banquet hall must be this way.

Ooh, I've got to get
these lines memorized.

"Good evening, ladies and ghosts.

Wait for a laugh.

A funny thing happened to me
on the way to the hotel."

[English ghost] What do we want?

[ghosts] Doomsday.

When do we want it?

[all] Now!

This doesn't sound good, Ray.

[ghosts] Doomsday.

That must be why they're
holding a convention.

[all] Doomsday.

Doomsday.

Doomsday.

Doomsday.

They're planning to take over the world.

Now, we get the Proton Packs and...

[softly] Wipe these guys up.

Pate, anyone?

[screams]

Whoa!

-Do you think I should make some...
-[door rattling]

[Peter] Run for your lives.

Cheeseballs?

[ghosts groaning]

[both] Whoa!

Mr. Plump.

We've got to have our Particle Throwers.

-What's all this noise?
-There's an army of slobbering fiends

planning to take over the world.

And they're really
messing up your carpets.

[muttering]

[groaning]

Here they come.

[groaning continues]

Get your g*ns with my blessings!

Help!

They've got Plump.

Let's show these gobs
of slime some real hospitality.

-[g*ns c*ck]
-Service with a smile.

[Ray] They're gone!

Short meeting.

That reminds me of the story about
the traveling salesman's ghost,

and the farmer's
daughter's vacuum cleaner.

[crowd chatting]

[jazz music playing]

[both laughing]

Oh, that was good.

[laughing]

They're in there, all right.

Come on, guys, let's mingle.

[giggling]

Excuse me, but I couldn't help
noticing your over bite.

Mind if I cut in?

Oh, sure.

[yelling]

Say, do you...

-Where'd she go?
-She, uh, had to rest.

She was dead on her feet.

Punch?

How's it going, Winston?

I've caught two or three of 'em.

Has anybody seen Plump?

[ghosts] We have!

[music stops]

This isn't as hopeless as it looks.

It couldn't be.

[Peter] All right, everybody.

It's conga time!

All right!

[both cheering]

All right, conga time.

[ghosts clamoring]

Everybody in line.

Boom chicky, boom chicky,
boom, boom, boom.

[proton pack initiating]

[locks]

[locks]

That's the last of them.

Hey, the line got shorter.

I hope I didn't get
any dentists by mistake.

[clatters]

We still have to find Mr. Plump.

[screaming]

That could be a clue.

Help!

Couldn't we just let him keep him?

Bad for business.

I'll get him down.

[fires proton g*n]

-[Mr. Plump] Whoa!
-[ghosts muttering]

Nice shot, Egon.

Quick! Break his fall!

[yelling]

[grunts]

[Winston] Quick thinking, Ray.

-Give me a hand, Peter.
-Welcome to New York.

[fires proton g*n]

Phew. What a day.

How can I ever repay you?

Don't worry, we'll think of something.

We used every Ghost Trap
we've got on this one.

Good thing there wasn't one more ghost.

[all] Oh, no!

[tires screeching]

Let's have a big hand

for the winner of the best costume award.

[crowd cheering]

I'd like to thank all the little people

who made this possible.

[theme music playing]