When there's something strange in your paperwork...who you gonna call?



Venkman dropped the phone and looked at Spengler, Stantz, and Winston Zeddemore.


“Ah, I don’t know, Ray, this whole being in a firehouse thing and running our own business is getting me down.”


He put his feet up on the desk and lay back, his arms behind his head.


“I mean, when do I get time for Dana? When do I get time for doing the thing we’re here to do instead of pushing paper around all day? You know, busting ghosts…”


Ray Stantz was cleaning his proton pack.


“Well, I've got say you have a point there, Venkman. I’d rather be downtown cleaning out the spooks in the library than sitting here trying to figure out where Janine keeps the service documents for the boiler.


“But someone’s got to do it. We have to stay on the right side of the law now, don’t we?”


Venkman picked up a pile of papers and threw them up in the air.


“There they are, Ray…sitting on the floor, making our firehouse a fire risk.”


Egon Spengler shook his head.


“Boys, boys, come on…there’s a simple answer to this…”


Venkman threw him a filthy look.


“So, what is it, then, genius?”


Spengler looked at him over his glasses.


“Mango,” he said.


Venkman smiled. “No thanks, Egon, I’ve had my portion of fruit for the day…”

He threw up his hands in despair.


“I know you have this distracted scientist thing down pat, but come on, Egon!”


Egon smiled.


“No, not the fruit, Venkman, the online compliance software that gets ride of all this excess paper and allows everyone to find what they need wherever our busting takes us.

“We could even get Janine to manage it for us. More free time for getting slimed!”


Ray laughed: “Good luck with breaking it to Janine. She’s been with us since the 1980s and still refuses to file alphabetically.”


Venkman rubbed his chin.


“Sounds like a plan, though Egon. We get rid of all this paper, get easy access to our documents and policies so checks and audits are straightforward, and Ray gets to take out his shiny new proton pack every day…”


Janine yelled from the lobby: “Mayor on line one!”


Ray picked up the phone, said “aha” six times and put down the receiver.


"Drop everything, Venkman. We got one,” Ray said.


The four of them ran to the car, grabbing their proton packs on the way.


“Just remember all of you, health and safety!” Egon shouted, breathless from the run.


"Don't. Cross. The streams. It would be bad."


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