The Horror!
By Fire Frog.
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"Hey, Egon, can I have the last of your toast?" "You can have anything you want of me, Doctor Venkman." Egon replied coyly, gracing his lover with a smoldering look from behind his morning newspaper. "Aaargh!" yelled Ray Stantz, cramming his fingers into his ears "Lalala la la la..." "What has gotten into Raymond?" Egon asked, looking at the chanting man with mock concern. "You forgot the Stantz golden rule, fool." Winston teased him. "No gay lovey dovey stuff at the breakfast table." "Did I say something gay, Snookums?" Egon asked his lover. "No, Sugar-puff, I don't think you did." Peter replied round his mouthful of toast. "See Winston, we weren't being gay." Egon affirmed, flipping back up his paper and turning a page. Winston rolled his eyes and prayed for strength. La la la's kept assaulting him from the corner. "Ray, will you quit it! They have as much right to be sickeningly gooey as anyone else, so cut it out!" "But it's creepy!" Ray complained, popping his fingers free from his ears. "How am I supposed to concentrate on breakfast when they're being kissey face at each other." "Kissey face?" Egon demanded, one eyebrow rising in alarm. "I'm not being kissey face at anyone." Peter added. "Are you, Spengler? Come on, who have you got stashed behind that paper making kissey faces at. It better not be Winston!" He tried to pull the paper down so he could look, but Egon resisted and they were soon scuffling for control, which inevitably led to a wrestling match, which ended up with them rolling round kissing on the kitchen floor. "Now look what you did." Winston accused, giving Ray the evil eye. "We'll never leave on time now. We might even miss the conference and have to stay here with you, instead. Stay here with you, and Peter, and Egon, and their double bed, that is in the same room as ours. You and me'll end up stuck on the couch again, you know that, don't you?" "It's not my fault!" Ray whined automatically. "Yes it is. And you'd better help me get the bags out to the car, or we really won't be leaving on time." "Aww..." Ray gave his best hang dog expression, but Winston insisted, so he trudged along to help the other man load up Ecto 1. Behind them Egon was feeding Peter sugared cereal piece by piece, and enjoying the experience far too much. *** "Great Googlymoogly," sighed Winston, finally getting his bags up to the bedroom level. That had been one hell of a conference. He was thoroughly glad to be back home. Swaying slightly from exhaustion (they hadn't stopped over as planned, but come directly back home) he followed Peter and Egon through the door, each Ghostbuster equally laden down with baggage. "JESUS!!!" yelped Peter and backpedaled out the room as fast as his feet would carry him. He tried to turn around and block the other two men's view, but it was to late. Not even sandblasting would remove the memory from Winston's minds eye now - it was too shocking! "Oh, brother." Peter sighed as he managed to close the door. Winston agreed. *** "So, how about them Blue Jays?" ventured Egon the next day when they had all crowded into Ecto for the first post holiday bust. It being a bright and beautiful day, every inhabitant of New York had hopped in their car to avoid the undoubtedly noxious sunrays such lovely days produced. Thus, they were at a standstill in traffic. "Hmm, how about 'em?" Asked Winston, a little distractedly. He was watching Ray page through a toy store catalogue with concern. "Er, nothing, really, just...how about them?" Egon ended weakly. His lover gave him an encouraging grin and squeezed his shoulder in sympathy. "Oh, wow!" cried Ray excitedly. "You should see this great Stay Pufft plush toy they've got for sale! We gotta get one!" "Creepy! Creepy!" yelled Egon, slapping his hands over his ears. "Lalalala la la la..."chimed in Winston and Peter, cramming their fingers into their ears as well. "You guys are too funny for words." Grumbled Ray, going back to his catalogue. "Alright, I'm sorry I gave Peter and Egon a hard time, I'll be good from now on, promise. Is that okay now?" But the others continued to give him wild-eyed looks. What they had seen the other day...they would never forget! Never! *** To find out what they did see, look down below! * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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