Aja had run out of time, there was nothing

Aja had run out of time, there was nothing left she could do.
The Men had chased her through the night and she had barely evaded them. Now the dawns treacherous light gave her away. The Men were there.
She was cornered in her hiding place, and she could see the swing of their headlamps as they methodically hunted her down. Desperate now, she reached into her pocket and
grabbed her kazoo. She put it to her lips and began to play Take me Out the the Ballpark, a song that had always comforted her. She played louder as her pursuers closed in
. Her kazoo sounds attracted Casey's ghost who whacked her pursuers ectoplasm right out of their bodies. He needed a centerfield & a shortstop for his ghost team. "Take girls?" she
asked Casey's ghost. He said, "Well, we did let Casper on the baseball team, so..." She joined the Ghost Team. When they got to the park, they saw their opponents--The Ghostbusters
United -- a dirty crew if there ever was one. Ghostbusters United pitchers were always nicking the balls, their batters applying pine tar. The Ghost Team's complaints to the league
Were that the phantom whiffle balls were rigged. The wrecking crew played on in the studio. Ghostbusters United lost eight mattress men to the Portuguese Poachers, to the delight
of Mrs. Donahue, who preferred futons anyway. But the phantom whiffle balls had evil plans for her. They floated over her bed and pretended to be long lost relatives to whom she
had cut contact because of their narcissistic behaviour, and now they feel like they deserve a second chance and came to mend fences. Taken in by their deceit, she

Started: 2012-05-08 15:51:13
Finished: 2016-12-22 07:13:17

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