[008 . GHOST BUSTERS ???]

Phoebe and Jules were outside walking together, Phoebe holding the P.K.E. Meter and following a reading.

"Where do you think this thing is taking us?" Jules asked, peering over Phoebe's shoulder.

"I have no idea, but it's definitely picking up something strong," Phoebe replied, her eyes glued to the meter.

They saw Callie inside and heard her laugh. Phoebe and Jules exchanged glances but continued towards a shed. Phoebe opened its dilapidated door, which creaked loudly.

"Why does every place in this town have to be so creepy?" Jules muttered.

Inside, they found a fire pole. Phoebe tucked the P.K.E. Meter into the back of her pants, exhaled, and grabbed the pole.

"Are we really doing this?" Jules asked, looking hesitant.

"Only one way to find out what's down there," Phoebe said, sliding down the pole. Jules hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The room below was dark. Phoebe got out the P.K.E. Meter again and called out, "Hello?"

Lights started turning on, revealing an underground laboratory. There was a shelf with spores, molds, and fungus in petri dishes and glass jars. Jules let out a low whistle. "This is... something."

Phoebe heard a click and turned to see a locker. She opened it and found four tan flightsuits. One had the name patch "SPENGLER" on the front. She reached into the left chest pocket, finding a crumpled Crunch Bar wrapper, and then pulled out a pair of glasses from the right chest pocket, which she held in front of hers, noticing they were about the same size and shape.

"Look at this," Phoebe said, showing Jules the glasses.

"Wow, these must have belonged to your grandfather," Jules said, her eyes wide.

A screen turned on, and both girls gasped. There was a model of the Farmhouse and property on a table, and on another table, an unfinished Proton Pack. Phoebe sat down in front of it, noticing graphics of the human brain nearby. A lamp moved on its own, pointing at her face and then at the pack.

"Is that...?" Jules started, but Phoebe nodded.

"It's Egon," Phoebe said. She took off the cyclotron cover and examined the capacitors inside.

"Two of the CRT Emitters are missing," Phoebe muttered.

A drawer shot open.

"Okay, that's definitely a ghost," Jules said, stepping back slightly.

"Thanks," Phoebe said to the spirit, grabbing the parts from the drawer. She installed them, then put the cover aside. She took out the mini-cyclotron.

"How on earth did you build such a small cyclotron?" Phoebe wondered aloud.

The lamp head shone its light on a wall with 12 framed diplomas.

"Got it. You're a genius. Needle-nose pliers?" Phoebe asked.

The lamp shined on a pair on the table. Phoebe grabbed them off a magnet.

"Do you think he can hear us?" Jules asked, looking around the room.

"I think so," Phoebe replied, working on the Proton Pack. "And I think he's trying to help us."