A very long pause..

"We're very sorry to seat you. Please, come sir, come sir."

Crimson red tablecloth and lit candles adorn the small Korean restaurant. Agent number 5 sits down at his booth

near the restrooms. "Drinks to start," the server commands with a subtle lisp. "Uh, yes, just a glass of water. No

ice, please."

"I'll be right back with your beverages, sir."

Agent number 5 removes a small kitten folder from behind his breast. He looks over his files.

"Mmmm. Yes. This will be a very easy job," he mutters to himself. The waiter returns with his water.

"Have you had enough time?"

"Uh. No. Not yet."

The waiter leaves looking a bit peeved. The stench of rancid puke and eggs fills the air. Agent number 5

nods his head and smiles. Slimer hovers over to his table and sits down.

"Hello, Slimer. I called you here because one of my clients, Pac Man, has a bit of a ghost infestation problem.

I know that you have some contacts who might be interested in the job."

Slimer gorbles incoherently. "The ghostbusters are out of that game. They've been out. No can do."

Agent number 5 slides a 20 dollar bill over towards Slimer.

"Perhaps this can bring them out of retirement."

The two lock in a death stare as the waiter returns again and breaks the tension.

"And for you, sir? A beverage?"

"Ecto Cooler," Slimer demands.

"I'm sorry, sir, but Hi-C stopped making Ecto Cooler. Perhaps some Hawaiian Punch?"

"Yeah, fine, whatever," Slimer concedes. The waiter leaves again, even more disgusted.

"Now, Slimer. I will ask you one more time. Will the ghostbusters do this job or am I going to have to make

your life very difficult?"

"Was that a threat?!" yells Slimer as the table cloth knocks the agent's glass and silverware onto the floor.

"Calm down, calm down. We can make this so much easier if you'd just ask them. That's all I want. Just ask them.

If they say no then fine."

Slimer begrudgingly agrees and storms out of the restaurant without even receiving his drink. The waiter returns

with the Hawaiian Punch and sees the mess on the floor.

"Has your friend left for good?"

"Yeah, he's gone, and I'm about to leave too," the agent declares rudely.

"What was the problem, sir?"

"None of your business."

Agent number 5 leaves the restaurant. The waiter kneels down to clean the floor as the lights dim and cellos and

violins begin playing. He sings opera style.

"I would love to punch you in the face

How about a nice Hawaiian Punch?

You leave my section in disgrace

You wouldn't even stay for lunch."

His song is interrupted as people hurriedly get up from their chairs and rush to the door. Camera flashes and boisterous

voices fill the restaurant.

"It's Mr. Potter! Harry Potter is here!"

The angry manager runs toward the waiter.

"WHAT IS THIS??! WHAT IS THIS???! CLEAN CLEAN NOW NOW!!! POTTER IS HERE POTTER IS HERE!!!"

The waiter swiftly clears the floor, returns to the kitchen, and immediately pukes in the sink. The dishwasher

asks him what's wrong.

"What's wrong?!" he exclaims. "Harry Potter is here! This is a dream come true. I look a mess. Oh, I need

to go to the bathroom." The waiter hurries to the bathroom as the dishwasher looks outside to catch a glimpse.

Sure enough it's Potter, wearing a silky white robe and looking finer than gold. His assistants lead him the head

table where the finest of wines are poured for him. He takes a sip and motions towards the kitchen door where

the dishwasher peeks out.

"Bring him to me."

The dishwasher is brought to Harry. He kneels at his feet.

"My child," Harry speaks. "You are the least here. But from now on you will be the greatest. You will be my

closest friend and confidant in all matters. Sit with me and dine for we haven't much time. The great hippo

awaits us. Tell me please your name."

"Oggy."

"Oggy, I tell you from this point on your life will never be the same."

To be continued...