I look in the refrigerator and my chicken

I look in the refrigerator and my chicken pot pie is gone. I am the only person living in this house, so naturally, I called the Ghost Hunters Crew to check this out. Surprisingly,

they were already here, examining my fridge. "It seems your chicken pot pie was taken by a nasty slimer." Peter Venkman told me. "Egon, go grab the

ectoplasm squelching unit & small tupperware containment unit." Egon pointed at my chicken pot pie which had hatched a poultry phantasm."Too late." "I want my fridge intact." I sai

d to no one in particular as Venkman put his hand on the handle and looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. Egon readied his Neutron Satchel and Venkman opened the fridge. We saw

severed heads with...deviled eggs in their eye sockets. "Well, I'll be..." Venkman exclaimed, while Egon lowered his Neutron Satchel. I spotted the note inside a nostril. "Meet me

in St. Louis. Leave the neutron satchels at home." "Strange message," noted Egon. "Don't be fooled. Being an egg-head-hunter is not all it's cracked up to be," quipped Venkman.

Just then a young female egghead came prancing into the clearing. "I have one in my sites," Venkman whispered to Egon over the phone, "just one more step and she's mine." But the

Ghost catcher/female ensnaring device didn't work. Instead, she shrieked directly at them "you guys, cover me with some of that ectoplasm you've been collecting all these years!"

They hopped to it. Trying to be helpful. They were loading vats of ectoplasm on the skid when Dork #1 started having 2nd thoughts about covering her in this ectoplasm. Unchaste was

eyeing Dork #1. “Whatsa matter? Either cover the broad in that ectoplasm or punch out right now!” “OK,” replied Dork #1, throwing a haymaker at Unchaste’s jaw, flattening him.