Peter Puts His Foot Down

by Cyan
Peter Puts His Foot Down

WARNINGS: Drabble. Not beta'd.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Suspect the folks at Columbia still do. What they don't know won't hurt 'em. All in fun, please don't sue.
NOTES: Still experimenting with the drabble. Comments, including criticism, most welcome.


Summoning, Ray reflected, wasn't really all that difficult. Messy, yes, but the real challenge lay in banishing.

Sliding into what had once been the TV room on a wave of drool (or was it ectoplasm?), Peter shook his head. "Ray. What did Egon and I say about strange grimoires? Look but don't touch."

Ray shuffled his feet and looked hopefully from the terror dog, contentedly chewing Winston's new sneaker, to Peter.

"No. Enough with the puppy dog eyes, the both of you. And don't even think about trying the 'He followed me home, can I keep him?' argument. Dogzilla goes."

FINIS


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