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-[Eduardo] Garrett, you hear that, man? -[Garrett] Hear what?

[Eduardo] Stop eating. You can't hear over your chewing.

[Garrett] Yeah, but! can read lips, funny guy.

[Eduardo] Oh, yeah? Well, read this. Ghoulie on your tail! Run!

[bleak music playing]

[sighs]

This drought's ruining us.

It will rain soon.

And what if it doesn't?

What about the Scepter of Donar?

What do you know of such things?

I've heard it can be used to call upon the Harasvelg

in times of need.

And the Harasvelg can bring rain.

Swen, the Scepter of Donar has not been used

for a hundred generations.

Its secrets are lost to us.

-But isn't it worth a--? -No. That is not the way.

[screams]

[foreboding music playing]

[Swen] "Protectors of Valhalla,

I call upon that which has dominion over earth

and wind, lightning and thunder.

I call upon the power of the Harasvelg."

[scoffs]

Like I really expected this to work.

What a fool.

[gasps]

[gasps]

[screeching]

[roars]

[exclaims]

[gasps]

What have you done, my son?

[Swen] Isn't it wonderful?

Send it back before it's too late.

Why? The rain is so good for the--

Send it back!

All right, Father.

Protectors of Valhalla...

[yelps]

The incantation.

[screeching]

[theme music playing]

♪ If there's something strange In your neighborhood ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ If there's something weird And it don't look good ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ That's right ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ If you're seeing things Running through your head ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ You know Busting makes me feel good ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ Whoo-oh! ♪

[lighthearted music playing]

[reporter on TV] And the mercury continues to soar

in what is now being called the Scorcher in New Yorker.

[groans] Slimeball, watch your ecto.

Sorry.

Meteorologists are at a loss

to explain the recent erratic swings in temperature.

But for now, one thing is clear.

The weather is hot, hot, hot.

No kidding.

It was freezing out yesterday.

We've set record high and low temperatures

in the same week.

I think we need to service some of the equipment.

I'm concerned that the recent fluctuations

in temperature and humidity could warp some of the interior circuitry.

I suggest we take everything apart and check for--

Hmm.

That's odd.

I wonder...

What? Egon thinks the weather is ectoplasmically based?

Egon thinks everything is ectoplasmically based.

Hmm.

Slimer.

[Slimer squelches, then squeals]

Buzz off, Slimeball.

It's hot enough without your breath on my neck.

[speaking gibberish]

I know, Slimer. Yes.

Slimer feels left out. He wants to be more a part of the team.

Sorry, Green Guy, but you know what they say.

-Four's company. -And you're a crowd.

[huffs, then speaks gibberish]

I'm going up to the roof to take some readings.

[speaking gibberish]

Thank you, Slimer, but I can do it myself.

[beeping]

Hmm. Just as I suspected.

Not only has there been an increase in ectoplasmic energy in the city,

but the surge seems to correlate to the erratic barometric pressure.

If my readings are correct,

the weather is about to go through another permutation.

[thunder crashing]

Fascinating.

Come inside, Egon. You're getting soaked.

Ta-da!

[huffs]

[screaming]

[Eduardo] I don't know what Egon thinks we're gonna find.

We're not meteorologists. We're scientists.

Meteorologists are scientists.

Hey, Roland,

didn't you just spend three days overhauling the Ecto-1?

Yup. Bumper to bumper.

New points, lube and oil,

popped out all the dings, and gave it a fresh coat of paint.

[Garrett] Well, you missed something.

-The roof leaks. -[sighs]

I'm getting a spike.

I can't see anything.

[Harasvelg screeching]

You guys hear that?

No, just you.

[screeching continues]

Hey, watch it.

I saw something.

[Harasvelg screeches]

[yells] Great, now you went and got it mad.

Might be a good idea to know what we're up against

before you start blasting!

How is it all of a sudden you're the voice of restraint?

Whatever it was, I think it's gone.

Think again.

[Eduardo] Oh, man.

We're talking hailstones the size of cheeseburgers.

[all yelling]

It's definitely vacated now.

The car. Look at the car.

Boy, is Dad gonna be mad.

I'm really sorry, Egon.

I couldn't see, and once we hit the ice...

Fascinating.

I knew there was something ectoplasmic behind the weather.

Did you get a look at it?

Nope.

Then we still don't know what we're looking for.

[man] Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I am Sken Christian son and this is my son, Swen.

And he has something to say.

I was the one who used the Scepter of Donar

to call on the Harasvelg.

-The what? -The who?

The Harasvelg.

It's a giant winged creature from Norse mythology.

Believe me, it is no myth.

I only wanted to bring rain to our crops.

And you think this, uh, rice-grill is what's causing the weird weather?

You really shouldn't be fooling around

with supernatural forces you don't understand.

Yeah, Swen. We do it all the time, but we're scientists.

[yelps]

[siren blares]

Okay, assuming this Harasvelg is what's behind the weird weather,

do we know why it's attacking New York?

Red Sox fan?

"In ancient times, the Harasvelg was often called upon

by using the Scepter of Donar

to protect northern Scandinavian tribes from their enemies.

But it proved difficult to control

and eventually turned against the Scandinavians themselves,

causing unbelievable devastation and destruction.

They swore never to call upon it again.”

So basically, we got a paranormal creature

with a bad attitude on the loose.

Capable of causing any weather condition it chooses.

Major ecto energy source nearby.

There it is.

[screeching]

Looks like a pterodactyl on steroids.

[Garrett yells]

We can't get a clean shot on it through the buildings,

but we might be able to cut it off at Battery Park.

[suspenseful music playing]

It's coming our way.

Kiss your giblets goodbye, race-fligger,

'cause it's time to get roasted.

[screeching]

Great.

It's getting away. Keep blasting.

It won't do any good. The rain is diffusing our proton beams.

[Harasvelg screeches]

My readings indicate that it's been weakened.

Well, apparently it's got enough juice left

to make it snow.

Hey, man, I ain't afraid of a little snow.

Little nothing.

Whoa! [gasps]

[ominous music playing]

[Kylie] Eduardo!

[coughs, then shivers]

Hey, it's Frosty the Idiot Boy.

[lighthearted music playing]

[downbeat music playing]

Listen to this.

The term "Harasvelg" in Old Norse literally means "bird of prey."

Really? Ooh, ooh. Mm, yeah, mm.

Thank you, Slimer, but no more books, okay?

[speaking gibberish]

Whoa!

Love the, uh, fun facts, Kylie, but anything in there on how to defeat it?

Not really.

What about that scepter thing that kid used?

Yeah, the Scepter of Donar.

If we could get ahold of it and analyze it...

We could figure out how to send that big canary back to its cage.

[yells]

Whoa!

Don't you guys remember what Swen said?

The scepter is back under lock and key in some museum upstate in New Oslo.

Maybe we can contact the museum curator.

[Egon] I just got off the phone with him.

He refuses to let the scepter leave the museum premises,

or to allow us to come up there and study it.

Ha!

[sighs] Then I guess we're back to square one.

Not entirely.

I've designed an upgrade for the proton blasters

that should prove useful.

[lighthearted music playing]

[humming upbeat tune]

Ah!

[snoring]

[Egon over radio] The new diffusion filters should allow the proton beams

to cut through any type of precipitation the Harasvelg throws at you.

First we gotta find it, chief.

[siren blares]

I'm picking up something.

[screeching]

It's coming this way.

[dramatic music playing]

I suggest we evacuate the premises.

Not again.

[shrieking]

Let's bag this flying wrecking yard.

Hey, we did it.

Blew that sucker up.

No, it's still at large.

[groaning]

[siren blares]

[screeches]

[Kylie] There.

[shrieking]

[screeches]

[all gasp]

Cool.

[Garrett] He's on the ropes.

Let's reel him in.

Hey, hey. Look what I have.

[Kylie] He's got the Scepter of Donar.

[ominous music playing]

-Huh? -Put that down, Slimer.

We don't know what that thing will do.

[screams]

[screeching]

The energy from the scepter renewed its power.

[Garrett] What's he doing?

It's a tornado!

Not good.

[dramatic music playing]

[Harasvelg roars]

Nice going, Slimebag.

This twister is all your fault.

[speaking gibberish, sobbing]

Look out!

[all yell]

So how exactly do we stop a tornado?

We don't. We take down the Harasvelg.

Once it's destroyed, all the weird weather should stop.

[screeching]

Got a clear shot.

-On three. -[all] Three!

[all yelp]

That went well.

Okay, the way I see it, we have two options.

-What? -Killed by the bird,

or ripped apart by the tornado.

[screeching]

[Kylie] Whoa!

[Roland] It's circling. Getting ready for the kill.

If anybody has any ideas...

The scepter.

Whoa!

What's wrong with you, girl?

Slimer tried that, and it made that oversized pigeon 10 times stronger.

This crystal obviously acts as some sort of ecto-energy amplification mechanism

specific to the Harasvelg.

Maybe by firing our beams through the crystal,

it'll focus and amplify their power

and allow us to take that thing down.

Here's the dangerous part.

Somebody's gotta hold the scepter in position

while we shoot through it.

You've done enough damage for one day.

And we've got a volunteer.

Hey, I wasn't-- I--

[debris swirling]

Gotta move fast. The tornado's about to hit.

[screeching]

Just watch your aim, okay?

I already shaved this morning.

Let her rip!

[shrieking]

Nailed and jailed.

-Your hand's okay? -I'll live.

Uh, guys?

I thought Sister Twister was supposed to go bye-bye

when we zapped the race-phlegm.

It was.

It didn't!

[dramatic music playing]

Oh, man.

It's like 10 times bigger than it was.

All the energy and heat that was released

when we trapped the Harasvelg,

it must have fed into the tornado's vortex,

increasing its power.

Egon, we've got a problem. Do you copy?

Thousands of lives are in danger. We gotta stop it.

How? We can't do it with these pea shooters.

[Egon over radio] That may not be entirely correct.

You see, a tornado is formed

when warm air rises in a low-pressure system.

Theoretically, if someone could get up inside the vortex

and release a burst of proton energy,

the resulting heat could dissipate the tornado.

Oh, I get it.

Suicide mission.

[scoffs] Yeah, who's dumb enough to do that?

Well, you certainly fulfill the obvious requirement.

[Slimer speaks gibberish]

Slimer, wait.

You don't know what you're up against. You'll never make it.

[grunting]

[screaming]

He's inside the vortex.

[screaming]

The storm! It's breaking up!

He did it.

Slimer saved the city.

Yeah.

But where is he?

He gave his afterlife to save our lives.

I take back all the mean things I ever said about him.

[screaming]

-[groaning] -Yuck.

You stupid Slimeball.

Get off of me!

Slimer, you're a hero.

[swoons]

[giggles]

[swoons]

[Slimer squelches]

[theme music playing]