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P, B & J

By Icka! M. Chif

A knock on the Firehouse door interrupted Janine's filing. "We're open!" She hollered with out missing a beat.

The door didn't open. "C'mon in!"

She paused, waiting. There was another knock on the door. "I said come in!"

Still nothing. Grumbling to herself, she got up and walked over to the door. If this was one of the guys tricks, they were gonna be in big trouble. She opened it and looked out. There was no one there as far as she could see. Biting back a few choice words, she moved to close the door.

"Pardon me." A bass voice said from the street. She paused and looked out again. It sounded suspiciously like Egon, only she knew he was upstairs in the lab.

"Egon?"

"Uh, no. Down here."

She looked down and nearly screamed. two tiny white mice stood on the door step looking up at her. She disliked mice. With a vengeance.

"If it wouldn't be an in convince, could we use your phone?" The smaller of the two asked. They weren't just mice she realized, they were small ghosts, or possessed. That she could deal with. And gladly. She quickly stepped back into the firehouse.

"Well, she certainly was in a hurry." Pinky remarked as they watched the red-haired woman disappear. "You think she went to get phone?"

"The probably of that-" Brain was cut off by a blast of bright light aimed for them. "RUN!!!" He ordered, taking off as fast as his feet would carry him, Pinky at his side. The red-headed woman stepped out of the building carrying a strange blaster attached to a pack she was wearing.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" She crowed, letting loose another scorching blast from the device.

"Quickly, Pinky! To the lab!" Brain ordered, rounding the corner.

"But Braaain! We just got here!" Pinky protested.

"Would you like to take it up with the nice lady firing at us?" Brain asked sarcastically, ducking as a blast fried a trash can they ran past.

"Um... No." Pinky decided after a moment.

Brain sighed. He didn't know which was worse. The fact that his plan to take over the world failed because he was unable to use a phone, or the fact that they were now running for their lives from an angry red-haired woman with a highly volatile weapon.

"I've got to find a new hobby." He muttered to no one inpeticular.