A trail of aching derrières- next time they'll be more thoughtful

[gone_byebye]

The door opens onto an expanse of asphalt, steel, and glass. Nearby a sign reads:

WELCOME TO WHITE FLINT MALL
BEST PRICES IN THE DC AREA

4708 BETHESDA AVENUE
CHEVY CHASE, MD

It's a big parking lot, with the mall itself only visible off in the distance. Ray gives it the squint-eye before turning to the others. "Okay, people," he says. "This is it. Johnny says it's underground. Egon's best estimates indicate three miles down. Are we good?"

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"Oh, this," Egon pulls it out. "It turns out that centuries ago, one of my ancestors bound a powerful beast in a well in New England. We woke it up once, and then put it back to sleep. Just in case we require that magnitude of power, I am prepared."

About this time, a pink Cadillac with an ENORMOUS robot dog head sticking out of the passenger-side back window pulls up. Driving it is the local-universe Egon (brown hair), wearing his work jumpsuit and an expression that, if looks could maim, would have Walter Peck's limbs fall off right there. He gets out, opens the rear passenger-side door, and looks sourly at his counterpart. "Everything's ready."

[gone_byebye]

Ray gives Egon a Look. Nothing good ever comes out of wells in New England. Ever.

"All right," he says- and then grins at the sight of his own world's Egon. "Fantastic. Here, Francis! Here boy!" As the robot dog trots up to Ray's side he says, "Let's get this party started."