Chapter Four: Four Years Later
The
rooftop of the Tipton Hotel had not been cleaned since the Gozer Incident.
No
janitor—not even poor Arwin, who still suffered from post-traumatic stress—had
the courage to go up there.
All
of the suites from 2330 (the former suite of Carey Martin and her twin sons)
and above were abandoned, being so close to the scene of the incident. Although
the Martins still live at the Tipton, they never dared themselves to return
upstairs; only Cody and Zack dared each other at times, just for no apparent
reason.
One
particular evening, Arwin and Mr. Moseby had to go up to the rooftop to install
a new state-of-the-art, larger-than-life, and
any-other-cool-phrase-with-hyphens-in-between satellite dish. It was received
in the mail on Mr. Tipton’s request for London to have a thousand more
channels. Mr. Moseby wanted it on the rooftop as soon as possible.
Of
course, Arwin’s fears got in the way of this hardly simple task as he told Mr.
Moseby in the lobby, “There’s still a lot of creepy stuff up there, sir.
It smells bad, too. Year-old marshmallow residue…all over the place!”
“I
have a cleaning crew being sent up there to take care of that foul mess,”
assured Moseby. “They’ll be up there with you.”
Arwin
was relieved. “Oh, that’s good. For a second there, I thought I was gonna be
all by my—”
Suddenly,
the phone at the front desk rang and Moseby answered it.
The
voice of a cleaning crewman was on the other end, giving Moseby some news that
neither he nor Arwin appreciated: “What do you mean you won’t be cleaning our
rooftop?” He listened to his answer and frowned. “Because of what happened four
years ago up there? Well, that’s hardly any reason to…” He was perplexed to
hear a dial tone in the midst of the call. “Hello? Hello?!”
Arwin
felt like he was going to pass out with crippling fear; he composed himself
once he noticed London Tipton coming towards him and Mr. Moseby. Once she saw
all of the cardboard boxes sitting around, each with the brand name to the dish
printed on them, she clapped her hands together and jumped up and down in
excitement.
“Yay,
Daddy! He got me my plate!”
Dumbfounded,
Moseby politely told her, “I believe it’s called ‘dish’, London.”
“But
it doesn’t look edible,” she said.
I
give up, Moseby thought, as he rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“If
I go up there on that rooftop, I might be edible to those ghosts,” the
trembling Arwin uttered.
Moseby
threw his arms up in frustration, as he walked around the front desk and faced
Arwin. “Alright, that’s it! I’m going up there to the rooftop with you and
going to show you that there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of!”
London
raised her hand up high, while jumping up and down repeatedly.
“Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Can I go, too? Can I go, too? Can I go, too?”
“Aren’t
you afraid of going up there, London?” Arwin asked her.
London
scoffed. “I’ve been on enough jets to not be scared of heights, Arwin.”
“But
that’s not…” Arwin began, but he stopped when he felt Mr. Moseby tapping his
shoulder.
He
whispered to him, “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
Arwin frowned in confusion. “W-Why would I?” Moseby
stared at him for a long moment, until Arwin finally figured it out. “Oh! You
meant London!” Mr. Moseby smiled and nodded in sarcasm, while Arwin again
sighed with relief.
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Covered
entirely with a white, hardened substance that used to be marshmallows, it was
sticky and almost difficult for London, Arwin, and Mr. Moseby to walk on.
“This
is so gross,” London dreaded, before
slapping Moseby across the arm. “Moseby, why did you bring me up here?!”
Moseby
rubbed his arm, forcing on a smile in front of the boss’s daughter. “Because
you wanted to.”
“Then
why did you let me want to come up here?!” London griped, prompting Moseby to
stop for a second to figure out what she just asked, considering how fast she
said it and how warped the words were.
Meanwhile,
Arwin opened the cardboard boxes and looked at the billions of pieces for the “assembly-required”
satellite dish; for a moment, his mind was totally off of the possibly
haunted Tipton rooftop. “Boy, they must’ve been kidding when they said you can ‘put
it together in less than fifteen minutes’!”
Moseby
saw the pieces himself and was just as shocked as Arwin.
“Perhaps
we should just hire someone to put it together. This looks like it could take
years doing it ourselves.”
“No,
no, Mr. Moseby,” Arwin protested. “I can handle this. I am a repairman,
so this should be like child’s play.”
“Then
should we get a child to do it?” London inquired.
Arwin
and Moseby gawked at her in annoyance.
She
just looked back at them, smiling, not seeing the absurdity of her question.
Refocusing
his attention back on his task (and doing his best to ignore London), Arwin
reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.
“At
least they included the instructions,” he beamed. “No matter what anybody tells
you, things are always easier when there are instructions.” Unfolding the
paper, Arwin soon realized that it was as long as him—a huge list of
instructions. He sheepishly grinned and added, “Even if they are six feet long,” and then read few
lines off the paper, “And in perfect Japanese.”
“Oh!
Japanese! I can read that!” London cheered, hopping over to Arwin and taking
the instructions out of his hand, staring at them for a very long time.
Quickly
turning impatient, Moseby lifted his arms apart and asked, “Well? What does it
say?!”
“I
don’t know,” said London, a dimwitted smile still showing on her face.
“You
said that you could read Japanese,” an irritated Moseby indicated.
The
smile faded from London’s face, frowning at Moseby. “Well, duh! What do you
think I’m doing now?”
Moseby
and Arwin shook their heads in disgust. “London…we thought you meant that you
can translate what it says,” the former simplified.
“Don’t
you need the Internet for that?” she responded.
Again,
Moseby shook his head, feeling like he was wasting his whole time. “I’m calling
a professional to handle this,” he decided. “It’s clear that you two don’t have
the brainpower for it.”
Moseby
attempted to leave, until Arwin ran in front of him and blocked his path.
“Mr.
Moseby, please! I’ve worked with enough hardware around the hotel to at least guess
how this one works. I can really put it together in less than fifteen minutes.
Just…give me a chance.”
Moseby
saw the desperate look on his face and knew that he would never live with
himself if he didn’t at least give his employees one chance at something. He
often did, and sometimes they would have proven themselves worthy afterwards.
So,
he shrugged and told Arwin, “Alright. I’ll let you give it a try. But only
for fifteen minutes. If you go past even sixteen, I’m heading downstairs and
calling a technician.”
Arwin,
extraordinarily pleased, got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around
Moseby’s legs. He wept heavily as he thanked him repeatedly. “You’ll never regret
this, Mr. Moseby! I swear I’ll make you proud!”
Moseby
felt himself becoming wobbly with Arwin’s grasp ruining his balance; but, if it
weren’t for the person who came up behind him and gave an additional hug, then
he would’ve fallen.
However,
he soon realized that person was London, who—for some strange reason—was
hugging Moseby as well.
“I
just love group hugs,” she said.
Looking
up at the starry sky above, Moseby pleaded for some higher power to come and take
him away and rid him of this crazy life he lived.
17 Minutes Later…
Downstairs
in the lobby, Zack and Cody walked out of an elevator, and the first place they
headed was the candy counter where Maddie was currently working. When the
Martin twins approached her, she was reading an article posted in the week’s
newspaper about a story printed in the previous year. That day marked the first
anniversary of the story, and Maddie still found it hard to believe, especially
after so long.
Zack
walked right up to her and said, “What’s happenin’, baby!”
Ignoring
Zack’s typical adolescent greeting, Maddie decided to share the newspaper
article with the twins. “Did you guys know today is the first anniversary of
when they split up?”
Although
Zack was totally lost in the dark on what she was talking about, Cody instantly
caught her drift: “I know. It’s terrible how they would just end something that
great. I mean, they’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to this city.”
Zack
was about to ask a question until Maddie spoke first, “I know! Of course,
business has been slow as of late, and not too many people need them like they
did back then. Still, they’re the coolest group I’ve ever seen. And I still
miss them.”
Again,
Zack tried to make a comment; but his brother robbed him of that opportunity: “It
felt like only yesterday when they came here,” he said, and then realized, “Oh,
wait! It was yesterday! One of them stopped by and asked for directions!”
“And
bought candy from this shop,” Maddie sadly added.
“And
signed autographs for all the fans.”
“And…”
“HOLD
UP!” Zack yelled, catching the attention of most of the guests in the lobby. “Could
one of you tell me what the heck it is that you’re talking about?”
Before
either Cody or Maddie could answer, a collection of ear-piercing screams
bellowed from the elevator, just as soon as it had opened. The first one to run
out was Arwin, who shouted several times, “They’re back! They’re back!” He was on
his way out of the building, shoving several guests aside and knocking a few
down in the process.
Mr.
Moseby was the second to dash out from the elevator, heading directly towards
the front desk to use the phone. Picking up the receiver, he had the wrong end
placed over his ear, but he barely even noticed as he dialed a series of
numbers. Only when he didn’t hear any sound—not even a dial tone—did he realize
that he was listening to the wrong end and turned it around.
Finally,
London came out of the elevator, not running but walking stiffly across the
room, doing nothing but letting out a high-pitched scream. She headed in the
direction of the candy counter and screamed right next to Maddie, Cody, and
Zack, forcing them to cover their ears. She had done this for nearly a whole
minute, until Maddie covered her mouth and stopped her.
“London,”
she said, “I’m going to move my hand on the count of five. And when I do, you’ll
stop screaming and tell me what’s got you, Mr. Moseby, and Arwin so freaked
out. O.K.?” London nodded. “Alright. One…Two…Three…Four…Five…”
As
soon as Maddie moved her hand, London went into a rapid string of words that
sounded a lot like gibberish to Maddie, Zack, and Cody. In fact, if it were put
into text (which it can, in this case), it would come out a lot like this:
“MosebyArwinandIwenttotherooftoinstallDaddy’snewsatelliteplateandsawthis
reallyfreakymonsterwithflamesforhairandwantsustobowtohiswillandhandovertheGhostbustersorhewillturnusallintohorribleslavesoftheunderworld!!!”
And,
somehow, after all of that, she managed to let out another long, ear-piercing
scream, which Maddie had to muffle again by covering her mouth.
“Whoa,”
Zack said with amazement. “That sure was a mouthful.”
“I
never knew London was capable of that many words at that kind of speed,” an
equally astounded Cody reflected.
Having
a huge headache trying to make sense of what London just said, Maddie turned to
Mr. Moseby and asked, “What’s going on?”
“We
have another ghost problem, that’s all you need to know,” Moseby fleetingly
informed, dialing the same number again and again but getting no answer. “Why
in blazes can I reach them?”
“Who?”
Cody asked him. “You mean the Ghostbusters?”
“No,
the Power Rangers,” answered a sarcastic Moseby.
“YES! OF COURSE I MEAN THE GHOSTBUSTERS!”
Maddie
and Cody shared a worried glance.
“Uh,
Mr. Moseby? You might want to consider someone else for this one,” Maddie
suggested.
“There’s
no one else to consider for something like this – not even that David Blane
guy, and all he knows is how to stay in one place for twenty-four hours,”
Moseby argued. “No, we need the
Ghostbusters!”
Cody
hesitated for a moment and then nervously said, “They’re unavailable.”
Moseby
stared at Cody blankly, as he hung up the phone. “What do you mean ‘unavailable’?!”
“I
really think you should read this to refresh your memory, sir,” Maddie handed
him the newspaper.
He
took it and read the article that Maddie pointed out to him.
After
spending a moment to realize what he read and remind himself of all this,
Moseby dropped the newspaper, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and he
collapsed right in front of Zack, Cody, Maddie, and London (who wasn’t screaming
so much anymore).
“Well,
I think he took it rather well,” Cody said.
Zack
picked up the newspaper that fell along with Moseby and gazed at the article.
The
heading above it read, “First Anniversary of Ghostbusters’ Retirement.”
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