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This is something strange in the neighborhood. We don't call. This is something weird

and it don't look good. I ain't afraid of no ghosts. We don't call. Yeah, let's go!

We now return to the real Ghostbusters.

You sure this is the right way home? Ask me no

questions and I'll tell you no lies, Winston.

Terrific. This is the last time we take a job in upstate New York.

Especially if our client has anything to say about it after what happened.

I still say it wasn't my fault. I told her to keep the cat out of my way.

I mean, it's not like the fur won't grow back or anything.

Forget it, Ray. I guess we're all just a little bugged

about having to work on Christmas Eve, right, Peter?

Doesn't bother me. Christmas is just another day.

Now, this is weird. I don't remember seeing this

fork in the road on our way up. Do you, Egon?

No, but given our general direction and the presumed

location of the turnpike, I'd say go... left.

You know, I could be mistaken, but this doesn't

look like a turnpike. Shall we put it to a vote?

Not now, Peter, okay? Come on, girl. Just a little further, you can do it.

Come on! I knew I should have worn my long undies.

What a way to spend Christmas Eve, eh, Peter? Typical.

Come on, let's see if we can find a phone somewhere.

What's with him?

He always gets grumpy about this time of year. Christmas isn't

Peter's favorite season. His father was always away at Christmas.

That affects you after a while.

It's easier to shrug that off if you pretend you don't care about Christmas.

And you pretend it long enough, pretty soon you believe it.

Boy, this thing is steeper than it looks!

I just hope there's something on the other side.

Whoa! Anybody get the number of that truck?

Hey! Over here! I found civilization!

Wow. Talk about your basic old neighborhood. This place is ancient.

It's also not on the map, as far as I can remember.

It's almost like something out of Victorian England.

Old or not, they've got to have a phone booth somewhere. Come on.

Is it...

is it ready? Ah, here now, Bob Cratchit. Have I ever let you down before?

Oh, it's a fine bird. Truly fine.

I only wish it could be bigger. There are so many of us.

He's a wonderful dog father. This will be our best Christmas ever.

Ah, that will, Tim. But it won't do us any good if we

don't get it home to your mother in time to cook it.

Thank you so much. Merry Christmas to you.

And to you and yours, Bob.

Hi, my soul, Elizabeth. Have you ever seen

anyone with as much joy of living as tiny Tim?

Makes you wish his father didn't have to work

for that miserable old miser, Mr. Scrooge.

What the heck was that?

Sounded like it came from over there.

Picking up strong readings from inside. Right there.

There it goes!

I'm picking up other presences. Big. Powerful.

They're coming in at 12 o'clock high.

That Ghostbusters work is never done.

I will not go with you! Get away from me, spirits! Leave me be!

Don't just stand there, man! Do something!

You think nobody's ever heard of the word, please?

Young says no!

You do him far more disservice than us!

Release us, or you and old Christmases to come will pay the price.

Yeah, yeah, we've heard of these four.

No! No! You've got it! I'm as happy as an angel.

I'm as merry as a schoolboy.

And we're the Ghostbusters. Well, now that we've

introduced ourselves, can we use your phone? I'm sorry.

I haven't got a phone, did you say?

But, oh, gentlemen, you have my eternal unwavering gratitude.

What you've done here tonight...

Will cost you some pretty big bucks if you'd like to write out a check.

Money? You charge money for this service? Why, this is an outrage!

If I'd known it would cost me, I'd have dealt with it myself.

Why, I can't even be sure those were real ghosts.

They could have been tricks, or something I ate.

An undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a fragment of an underdone potato.

There's more of gravy than of grave to those ghosts.

We're talking money and he's talking lunch.

I'd say we were at an impasse, wouldn't you?

Right! Okay, Egon, let him loose.

No! No! Wait! So be it.

But this I'll pay, and not a shilling more.

You've got to be kidding! Do you know how much our services cost? We've got...

Yes, Ray, is this some primitive means of telling me you'd like a conference?

Wow, look at this, Peter. It's 1837 and mint condition.

You think it'd been made yesterday?

On second thought, this'll do. Have a nice day. Come on, guys.

So, you're not so powerful as I'd thought.

Well, no one interferes with Ebenezer Scrooge's sleep.

From this day forward, it's war!

Christmas! Bah, humbug!

Unseasonal weather for December, wouldn't you say?

We've circled back the way we came.

Well, might as well try one more time. Maybe this time it'll catch.

Well, alright!

Coming, Egon?

I just keep thinking there's something very familiar

about what happened. As if it's all happened before.

Oh, well.

Okay, Egon, you go load up the ghosts. We're gonna get the Christmas tree.

Aren't we, Peter?

Christmas, phooey.

A tree for Christmas? Bah!

But I thought you liked Christmas. A very odd...

Hi! Merry Christmas!

Bah, humbug!

At least they know how to keep the Christmas spirit over here.

I love how they always decorate Fifth Avenue.

A Christmas humbug? By Ebenezer Scrooge.

But that's the guy we helped. That's impossible. How could we help Scrooge?

Unless we went back in time.

Oh, boy.

That strange disturbance we encountered when we went over the hill.

It must have been a time slip, a door to the past. Ebenezer Scrooge.

In those ghosts we trapped, they must have been

the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future.

Well, everyone knows that story.

In 1837, Scrooge defeated the three Christmas ghosts all by himself.

Since then, Christmas has been gone, and good riddance.

We went back in time, and by changing the past, we changed the present.

No problem. We took the ghosts. All we have to do is put them back, right?

But Egon's about to dump those ghosts in the containment unit.

Once they're inside, we'll never get them out.

I don't know. Doesn't seem like that big a deal if you ask me.

Egon! No! Wait! Those three ghosts, Egon! Are they... Of course. I just finished now.

Egon, you're sure you can't let those three loose without letting them all out?

Correct, but why would we want to? Oh, no.

I can't believe it. We've really done it this time.

What? What did we do?

We just killed Christmas, Egon. Christmas is gone! Forever!

We now return to the real Ghostbusters.

Bah humbug! Bah humbug!

Bah humbug of you! Bah humbug you!

Ay, pinhead, bah humbug! Bah humbug!

I'll give you crevice of cookies!

Give me a cup of coffee!

I'll humbug you back!

Okay, so let me get this straight.

One, we went back in time.

Two, we changed history, so Scrooge won.

And three, now no one celebrates Christmas anymore.

Fascinating.

There's only one solution.

We've got to go back in time and return the ghosts of

Christmas past, present and future to Scrooge's place.

Yes. The time slip we passed through may still be in place.

But we'll have to hurry. Time is passing on both sides.

Christmas Eve will be over soon.

Question is, how do we open the way for those three to get out

and not let all the other ghosts escape? There is a way.

I can Jerry rig a device that will open a hairline fracture in the containment grid.

But that means getting the ghosts to the right place at exactly the right time.

Good theory, only how do we do it? Simple.

I'll go inside the unit and find them.

Hmm. Pulse seems normal. Are you sure you haven't hit your head? I don't get it.

I mean, big deal. Christmas is just another day.

Just another day. Sound familiar, Peter?

I didn't sound like that. Besides, that was different.

Okay, Egon, you're right. But we'll all go into the containment unit.

No good. This might not work. You'll have to go back ahead of me.

If I get the ghosts, I'll join you at Scrooge's.

And if you don't make it out, then you three will

have to become the three ghosts of Christmas.

Why do I get the distinct feeling I'm not going to enjoy this?

This is going to be very difficult, Janine. I… I'll need your help.

Alright, Egon. Just as long as you know I'm doing it for you. And not this c-c-c-c-c-c…

Christmas.

Bah, humbug! Christmas.

Humbug! Fascinating.

This must be the place. The time slip to

Scrooge's day should be right over that hill.

I still don't think Scrooge is going to believe this, guys. I don't even believe it.

Come on, Peter. Have a little faith, a little Christmas spirit.

Are you kidding? Christmas spirits got me into this in the first place.

Yeah, and maybe that's something you ought to think about.

Let's see where to begin. Yes, that's it. A title.

A Christmas Humbug by Ebenezer Scrooge. I dare say I like the ring of that.

Okay. Everybody ready?

Yeah, yeah, I'm as ready as I'll get.

But I want you to know I think this is not exactly dignified.

Hello? Who's there? Yeah. What are you? Unhand me. Who do you think you are?

Hey, Jack. I'm Peter. I mean, I'm the ghost of Christmas past.

That can't be. You were defeated. I saw it myself. You've changed.

And you're still the same. Depressing, isn't it?

If you're really the ghost of Christmas past, where's your aura? Your glow?

Oh, yeah, right. Let's see where's the switch for the

magnesium flares. Oh, yeah. You want auras? You get auras.

Very well, spirit. I believe you. What is it you wish of me? Scrooge, baby.

We're going to do our version of This Is Your Life.

All right, Janine. Everything's set.

This will be stabilized by molecular density enough for

me to be put into the containment unit for one hour.

And if you're not back in one hour, then I'll be trapped inside permanently.

Now, no matter what happens, keep this portal open or I'll never get out.

Wish me luck.

Good luck. Come on, Slimer. Let's watch in the monitor upstairs.

Oh, Egon. Be careful.

Well, how's he doing? Oh, boy.

Spirit, can we not stop flying now? Not yet.

And don't touch the magic window. We'll fall. Here. What do you see now?

It's the school I attended. I grew up there. I was a boy there.

Yes, I remember that school room all too well.

I spent many Christmases alone there, my father off on some business or other.

But I survived. My books were my friends. What more does a boy need? A lot more.

I sure did.

What did you say, Spirit? Nothing.

No, hang on. We're going to fly even higher this time.

Which way?

Left! Go left! I mean, go right! Right!

Oh, Slimer, I'm sure he's never going to get out of there.

Slimer? Never around when you need him.

Flight's over, Scroogey. Thank you for flying

Venkman Airlines. Now, what have you learned?

Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry. Was I supposed to be learning something?

Were you supposed to? You were supposed to learn that just because

you had a rotten past, that's no reason to blame Christmas.

Lots of us had Christmases that weren't the best. But if you give up, you

just end up denying yourself what you're so mad about never having had before.

I think maybe that's a lesson we could all stand to learn.

Well, I suppose. But I'm not quite convinced yet, Spirit.

Well, then you've got two more chances.

Yes, sir. As soon as I'm gone, the ghosts of Christmas,

present and future are going to pay you a little visit.

And there, the workhouses. Where you said to send the poor.

See them? No, Spirit.

Well, hang around. We'll swing past again in a second.

Where's Egon? I don't think Scrooge is going to be convinced by just us.

We can't let Christmas down, Peter. We can't.

It's no good, Egon. Come back. The hour's almost over. You'll be trapped.

Got it. There they are.

Hurry, follow me.

Rubble, Janine. I think the other ghosts here have figured out what's up.

They'll try to beat us to the portal. We can't let them escape.

Get to the grid device, Janine. Fast!

If they start to come through, turn it on. Forget about me, but don't let them escape.

Good work, Janine. No time to talk. Please, inside. It's faster.

The first syllable... it sounds like... This isn't going to work. We failed.

Not yet.

Look! I got them! I got them!

All right, Egon! Catch!

Duck!

You will be visited this night by three spirits.

Three more? I'm not sure I can stand it.

The first will come at one, the second at two, the third will come... whenever.

Now, Ebenezer Scrooge, farewell!

Now, as my brother Christmas Future might say, let's take it from the top.

Well, did we do okay? Yeah.

You think old Scrooge will learn his lesson?

Aye. I think you'll learn his lesson, as I assume you two have learned yours.

That is, of course, why you are here.

Believe me, I have. I don't think I ever

appreciated Christmas until I lost it. Honest.

Now, can we go home? Of course.

You had only to ask. Take hold of my robe. That's it.

How did we... I mean, we were just at Scrooge's place.

What a way to travel.

Question is, did it work? Is Christmas back?

I'd say it worked out just fine.

So I propose a toast to Ebenezer Scrooge and the three ghosts of Christmas.

You know, it's funny. I always thought all that was just a story.

Makes you wonder what else might be real.

On, Dancer! On, Dancer! On, Dancer! On, Dancer! On, Flitten!

Nah. Couldn't be. Then again, why not?

Merry Christmas to all!

And to all, a good night!