Their ghosts arose and
leaked foul ectoplasm everywhere.
Fortunately, Dr. Peter Venkman
had some free time
and reached out to
Kevin Feige and the
inventor of the flannel
condom, which was useless.
Because of, uh, reasons.
Meanwhile, the RAF planned
a fashion show for
Gerald the Hamster, plus
all his glittering entourage.
But they forgot to
arrange for proper catering!
Gerald was not impressed.
Fortunately, the local McDonalds
was bombed into oblivion.
This made everyone healthier,
even stoats without stomachs.