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Mr. Burns: I can't have undead employees ghosting about, regardless of their familial ties. The nuclear regulatory commision will eat us alive! Get me Homer Simpson! Immediately!

Waylon Smithers: But, sir! Simpson once caused a plant meltdown trying to get a zagnut bar out of the vending machine. You have other employees. What about Lenny or Carl?

Mr. Burns: You know something, you're right! Lenny and Carl, I need you to rid the plant of its apparitions posthaste, or you're fired!

Carl: Sure thing, Mr. B

Lenny: But which one of us in charge? We don't function the gentle guiding hand of corporate management.

Mr. Burns: There's been a lot of talk about this Homer Simpson fellow. Smitehrs, put Simpson in charge!

Waylon Smithers: Grrr! I'll find him, sir.

Sound: SNAP!

Professor Frink: I'm sorry, Homer. Dr. Poindexter isn't here.

Homer: Well, you're a pretty big nerd. Can you help us with our ghost dealie?

Professor Frink: As a matter of fact, I can! I've isolated the frequency of ghosts as they have begun appearing all over Springfield with the haunting and the booing and the not-so-nice screaming in the night! I've already captured a few!

Lenny: Hey. Homer, isn't that your old babysitter?

Shary Bobbins: Yes! And I've got a very angry song for you!

Shary Bobbins (singing): When you babysitter sits, she deserves a proper tip! You can look at it this way, I will haunt you or you'll pay!

Homer: Uh... she's gonna just keep singing, could we maybe, uh...?

Professor Frink: It's simply a matter of pushing these buttons and--

Shary Bobbins: Aaah!

Sound: ZZZZT!

Homer: Sweet! It's just like that shock collar Mr. Burns lets me wear.

Homer: Mr. Burns! We've fighting the ghosts all week, but there's too many of them!

Professor Frink: My reading detect a supernatural force is summoning more of the dead! With the rotting! ANd the moaning and the gnashing of the teeth!

Mr. Burns: I was afraid of this. For you see... ...I bulldozed an ancient temple to the old gods to build this nuclear plant. The basement of the temple is still underneath us. It's where I stored my leisure suits when they were all the rage. I guess I just forgot about them.

Marge: The female Ghostbashers are here to help!

Homer: Um... that's okay, Marge. We already have the Ghostbashers.

Marge: But... we're all women.

Homer: Well, we got all the same dealies. Plus we were kind of doing it first... seems kinda pointless and redundant really...

Marge: See? I told you girls he just wouldn't get it. [SIGH!]

Homer: Mr. Burns! We did it! We destroyed the ghosts and saved Springfield!

Mr. Burns: Yes, but as you can see I'm dead. On the upside, I don't have to pay you all those hours overtime, so the jokes on you! Bwa ha ha ha!

Lenny: Make us do extra work, will ya?

Homer: I'll bash you good!

Mr. Burns: OW! Enough Smithers! Help!

Professor Frink: Good glavin, this is fun! I hope we get to do it again!

Carl: Ya know, probably once was enough.

Sound: WHACK! PUMMEL! SMACK! CLUB!