being bored is VERY bad.

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Bored

By Icka! M. Chif

"I am booored." Eduardo groaned, stretching on the couch in the firehouse.

For once, the other three Ghostbusters didn't tell him to stop whining. They were bored too. No phone calls for the past couple of days, no explosions, no nothing. It was just one of those days that sapped the energy out of everything.

Eduardo continued on. "Nothing on TV, beat all the games, there's nada to do."

Kylie looked up from the book she'd been staring blankly at for the past half hour. "You could always clean up after Slimer." She suggested sweetly.

He glared at her. "Why don't you?"

"Cuz he may be bored, but he's not stupid." Garrett yawned, slouching in his chair. They stared at him in mild surprise for a moment. They dismissed it as just the day getting to him.

"I'm gonna hafta agree there." Roland said drowsily. "The equipment is in perfect condition, I'm caught up in projects and if I tinker with the Ecto-1 any more, I'll break something." He paused for a moment. "May do that anyway."

"What about you, Garrett?" Kylie asked, shutting her book.

Garrett yawned again. "Just cleaned up after making a 1two course meal. Slimer ate half of it, he's not going to be around for a while."

"Poisoned him?"

"Naw, sleeping it off."

"Oh."

Silence fell on the conversation, or lack there of.

Buzzzzz.

A large black housefly caught Kylie's attention. She watched as it buzzed around them, then landed on Eduardo's nose. He twitched and brushed it off.

Buzzzzz.

The fly circled and landed again. Eduardo brushed it off again.

Buzzzzz.

As the fly circled again, Eduardo finally registered it. He slowly leaned forward and grabbed the news paper that was lying on the table and rolled it up. The fly circled around him as he did so. Eduardo suddenly swung at the insect and missed.

Buzzzzz.

"Yo, Edwina. What are you doing?" Garrett asked tiredly.

Eduardo stood up, stalking the fly. "There's a fly." He muttered.

Garrett and Roland perked up. "Hold on, I'm gonna go get a fly swatter!" Roland said, scrambling up and rushing off to the garage. Kylie sighed. Men. She opened the book to try to read it again.

Garrett grabbed the broom that was lying nearby. "All right! Finally, some action! The Fly must DIE!" He joined Eduardo in stalking the fly around the rec room. Roland joined them a few minutes later, swishing a pink flyswatter like a sword. Kylie ignored them.

Buzzzz.

That is until a rolled up newspaper suddenly hit her on her exposed hip.

Buzzzzzzzz.

"Oops. Sorry, Ky." Eduardo apologised, looking contrite. Garrett laughed.

"I'll show you sorry!" She grabbed the broom out of Garrett's hands and took off after Eduardo, swinging the broom as he retreated from her.

"It was the fly!" He screeched. "It landed on you!" He yelped as she nailed him right on the keister with the broom. He lost her by jumping over the couch. She growled and joined the others in stalking the fly.

Buzzzzzzzzzz...

Whack! "Missed!" Roland cursed.

Buzzzz.

Whack! Crash! "Uh, well it need to be repaired anyway..."

"Smooth one, Eduardo." Garrett snickered.

"I don't see you doing anything better..." Eduardo trailed off. "What are you doing?!"

"I saw this in a movie once." Garrett explained, sitting calmly in his wheelchair, a pair of chopsticks in his hands. "You sit there calmly and the fly comes to you. Then you just snatch it out of the air."

"Another one of your Jackie Chan movies?" Eduardo smirked.

"No, as a matter of fact-"

Buzzzzz.

Whack!

Roland pulled his fly swatter off of Garrett's head. "You okay?"

"Ooh... Stars..." Was Garrett's only response.

Buzzzzz.

"I got it!" Kylie cried, waving the broom over head like a club. She brought it down where the fly had been moments before, on the couch's arm. A pillow exploded, sending stuffing everywhere. "Oops."

"We didn't need that anyway." Eduardo assured her, running past her on the fly's trail. She followed him.

Buzzzzzz....

Whack!

They chased the fly in circles around the rec room, tripping over each other and hitting everything else besides the fly. Finally, the fly settled down on the end of Janine's desk, rubbing it's front legs together. The four Ghostbusters snuck up on it, weapons raised.

"On three..."

"Three!"

"KILL THE FLY!!!"

WHAM! The rolled up paper slammed down on the insect, followed up in rapid succession by the fly swatter, the broom and the chopsticks.

"Yes!"

"In your face, Fly-boy!"

"We got him!"

"Death to the Fly!"

Janine approached them as they celebrated, looking around.

"What's up Janine?" Roland asked, noticing her.

"Have you guys seen Egon?" She asked worriedly.

They exchanged looks, then shook their heads. "Thought he was up in his lab with you." Garrett said, shrugging.

"He was." Janine said. "But there was a bit of an accident with one of his machines."

"What kind of accident? Is he okay?" Kylie asked, worried.

"He got turned into a fly." Janine blurted.

They looked at each other nervously. Carefully, they raised the chopsticks. Then the broom, the flyswatter and finally, slowly, raised the rolled up newspaper from the table. They looked down at the slightly squished, squirming fly on the table.

"Helllp meee!" Egon squeaked in a tiny high pitched voice.

"Oops..."

Fin.

Belive it or not, I've never seen any of those '50's horror movies. Anyway, comments, queries and other stuff can be sent to icka_IMP@hotmail.com Thanks!