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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[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"...We're done with the scaring people? Awww, maaan."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht chuckles as he tries to make his way through the desks without causing too much damage.

"All good things must come to an end," he says to Danny.
Then he accidentally jostles a desk and the man sitting behind it with his hands in the air squeaks and faints dead away.

"Ooops. Then again..."

[gone_byebye]

Ray points at the door back to the mall. "That's our way back," he says. "Head on through, everybody. Spengs, tell Ecto I'll be home as soon as I can, okay? And let the NYPD know I'd like my 'sabre back?"

He gestures to the others to head out as they wish.

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Brown-Egon nods. "I'll do that, Ray. We'll see you when you get back."

The three Egons shake hands, with small smiles and a series of "Dr. Spenger"s, and then head through the door.

Blond-Egon says, "Fido, give." The Dragon bends its head down and drops Walter Peck on his head on the ground, the suit soaked with draconic spittle, then squeezes through the door. "See you in the bar, Ray. Dr. Spengler, if you will?" Black-hair-Egon bows a little and goes into the bar, and Blond-Egon follows along.

[gone_byebye]

Ray nods. "I'll be along in a second-" He looks back at the people of Mid-America Marketing. "Okay, everybody. Sorry we made such a mess around here. You can send the bill to one Mr. Alphonse Jannot, of the Environmental Protection Agency, care of Project Foliage Census. He'll be happy to lend a hand cleaning up."

He grins, counts over who's left, and waves. "You all take care now, okay?"

And then he's gone.

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

Foxtrot is the last of the group. He begins to exit...but turns around at the last second with a manic grin on his face. Several employees start calculating the distance between them and the nearest solid object big enought to hide behind.

But that precaution turns out to be unnecessary. Suddenly there's a cartoon pig standing in place of the young man.

"A-bedea-badea-badea-That's All Folks!" he yells before he vanishes through the door.