A COUPLE WEEKS LATER (their fame as Ghostbusters returned)
"I thought your father and uncle were wrongfully accused of murder?" Ray asked after Silvia ranted to the crew about her situation.
"My mom lied to me about that as well. The judge gave me a file on their case, there was some pretty good evidence showing that they were the murderers." Silvia said as she held her head in her hand, her arm propped up against the arm of the couch back at headquarters.
"I'm sorry almost everyone in your family are liars and two of them were murderers," Winston said.
"Way to sum things up, Winston," Ray said, giving him a swift kick in the shin. "Is there anything we can do to help?"
"I'm not sure. The only thing I've been doing other than nothing is helping Egon with the psychomagnatheric slime tests." Silvia replied. "We noticed that it mimics human emotions. For example: when the judge was yelling at us, the slime started acting up. It responds to human emotions and repeats whatever emotion is expressed."
"Come, we'll show you," Egon says as he gets some of the slime into a plastic container and microwaved it.
"Do we need spoons?" Ray asked.
"Why are you asking as if the slime is Jello?" Silvia asked.
"Don't bother, watch this," Egon said, widening his eyes and raising his eyebrows at Silvia. "Go ahead."
"You... You worthless piece of slime!" Silvia yelled at it, causing it to bubble slightly. "You ignorant disgusting blob!" The slime bubbled more as she yelled.
"You're nothing but an unstable short-chained molecule!" Egon shouted, making the slime twitch more.
"You foul, obnoxious muck!" Ray chimed in, smiling.
"You have a weak electrical chemical bond!" Egon shouted again, smiling at Silvia.
"I have seen some disgusting crud in my time, but you take the cake! You... you're just-!" Ray shouted more.
"Woah, chill out Ray," Winston said.
"This is what you do with your spare time?" Peter asked Silvia and Egon, who nodded in response.
"Peter, this is an incredible breakthrough. I mean, what a discovery. A psycho-reactive substance. Whatever this stuff is, it responds to human emotional states." Silvia explains.
"Mood slime?" Peter said; Egon gave him a weird side look.
"Oh, baby," Peter said as he got closer to the slime. The slime bubbled over more in response, which made Peter jump back.
"You mean this stuff actually feeds on bad vibes," Winston said.
"Bingo," Silvia said.
"Like a cop in a donut factory," Ray said.
"We've been running tests to see if we can get an equally strong positive reaction," Egon said.
"What kind of test?" Peter asked him, which made Egon turn his head in the other direction to avoid eye contact.
"Well, we sing to it, talk to it.. and say supportive, nurturing things to it," Silvia replied, looking down at her hands to avoid eye contact as well. It stayed silent for a second, everyone having the exact same thought in their minds.
"You're not sleeping with it are you, Silvia?" Peter asked. Silvia looked up from looking at her hands and looked at her boyfriend, who looked away from her, flustered.
"Oh, you..." Peter said as he shook his head.
"It's always the quiet ones," Winston said.
"You hound!" Peter said, Silvia trying to hold back her cackles. Egon cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable.
"How about the, uh, kinetic tests?" Egon said as he quickly stood up.
"You allowed him to?" Peter said.
"It's for the good of science," Silvia said.
"Uh huh, suuurrreee," Winston said as he rolled his eyes. Egon brought a toaster from the mini kitchen counter to the table they were all standing by.
"Ordinary household toaster," Egon said as he set it down.
"We'll take your word for that," Peter said as Silvia used a spoon to put some of the slime into the toaster. Everyone moved over to the pool table as Egon set it down on the table, then set up some records on a record player.
"It responds to music so we've been doing some experimentation, playing easy listening, middle-of-the-road type stuff. You know Paul Young, Dust in the Wind. That works okay." Silvia said.
"Loves Jackie Wilson." Egon looks up from the toaster and smiles at Silvia as the song 'Higher and Higher' starts to play.
"You guys do this at night when we're not here?" Peter asked, offended, Egon and Silvia nodding. "Oh, I get it, it sings. It sounds exactly like Jackie. That's fantastic."
"Just watch," Egon said.
"Does it do Emmylou Harris?" Peter asked.
Your love keeps lifting me higher...
"Oh, it dances too!" Peter said.
Than I've ever been lifted before
The toaster continued to move around and dance, pieces of toast shooting out. Egon caught them both and placed them on a mini table.
"And I'll be at your siiddee.." Silvia sang as she danced along to the music. She grabbed Egons hand and made him start to dance with her.
"Someone's in a better mood!" Ray smiled at the two as they kept dancing. Egon finished their dance by twirling Silvia around, then lifting her into the air and placing her back down. They laughed together as they kissed before turning off the music. Ray, Winston, and Peter watched happily, big smiles plastered on their faces.
"Oh, baby! You're my number one Christmas boutique gift item!" Peter said as he hugged the toaster to his chest.
"Right, and the first time somebody gets mad, the toaster could eat their hand," Winston said.
"No, no, no, no. We put a warning label on it, we don't have any liability..." Peter said, then shouting as his hand was stuck in the toaster. Everyone was quick to help, obviously.
"Oww, did you ever go for it! The old man-eating toaster bit!" Peter said as he stopped faking a toaster attack, everyone attacking him afterward.
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"Ray. Yeah, Dana's just come over to my place. Well, actually, her tub tried to eat her." Peter could be heard talking from over the phone.
"What? Are you serious? Well, that's great! I mean, that's terrible, but it's great for what we would.. yeah I will. Sure we'll get right on it." Ray said as he hung up the phone. "Spengler. Major slime-related psycho-kinetic event."
"What happened?" Egon asked as he was fixing some...rocket/gun thing. Silvia didn't quite know what it was, even though she had been supervising him working on it for the past couple of weeks. Meanwhile, the others were busy helping Dana with her baby situation, the pink slime, and apparently a haunted painting.
"Something came out of Dana's bathtub. Tried to grab her and the baby." Ray said.
"Are they all right?" Egon asked, immediately snapping his head up from his gun/rocket thing.
"Yeah, she got out of there and went over to Venkman's," Ray said.
"This is interesting, Ray. Remember the painting Venkman mentioned?" Egon asked. "I ran the name Vigo the Carpathian through the occult reference net. Look what came up."
Vigo the Carpathian (1505-1610)
Sixteenth-century Carpathia was in a constant state of spiritual turmoil due principally to the despotic rule of PRINCE VIGO VON HOMBURG DEUTSCHENDORF, tyrant, sorcerer, and psychotic autocrat.
"Nice ugly history. You think there could be a connection between this Vigo character and the..." Ray looked over at the two gallons of the pink substance. "Slime?"
"Is the atomic weight of cobalt fifty-eight-point-nine?" Egon said. Silvia just shook her head in response and patted his shoulder.
"Better get over to Dana's apartment. I'd like to check out that bathtub." Ray said as he took off his lab coat, Egon doing the same. This man is so fine-
"Might be a good idea to go to the museum in the morning, and get a look at that painting," Egon said as he grabbed a separate jacket and his PKE meter, heading out to Dana's with Ray and Silvia. The car ride was silent, no music played to fill the air.
"I don't think I've ever heard you sing before," Ray commented to Silvia, who was sitting in the back with Egon instead of in the shotgun seat.
"Well, it's a good song, so I thought why not sing to it? When I was still living in my apartment before I found Slimer eating my soap bar, I would come home from work and play some music. I would sing, and occasionally dance if I was in a really good mood. Music is my version of therapy." Silvia replied.
She loves music. I must remember that it's important. Egon mentally noted, making himself smile.