The Ghostbusters were on their way home from a bust, and they were very tired. Winston was driving slowly, so as to get through the heavy traffic. Peter and Egon were dozing in the back seat. Ray was riding shotgun with Winston, staring out at the scenery.

Out of sheer boredom (and a dry mouth), Ray pulled a piece of bubble gum out of his pocket. He unwrapped it quietly, so he wouldn't disturb the sleepers in the back. Popping it into his mouth, he chewed heartily.

Now Ray was an expert bubble blower from years back, so he made sure the gum was at just the right consistency, and began to blow bubbles, though they were small ones.

-Whoosh- *Crack* -Whoosh- *Crack*

Winston looked over at Ray. "What are you doing, man?"

"Nothing," said Ray, innocently.

Winston grinned at his friend. "Nothing, huh? Well, can you make that 'nothing' any bigger?"

Ray smiled back. "Sure, Winston. Watch."

Sure enough, Ray blew a bigger bubble, but not much bigger.

Winston snorted. "You call that big? I guess they don't have any real bubble blowers in Morrisville, do they?"

Ray knew he had to defend the honor of his home town. He dug another piece of gum from his pocket, and added it to the first. This time, the bubble was much bigger. But not big enough to suit Winston.

"Aw, comon. My Grannie with no teeth could blow bigger bubbles than that."

More gum came out of the pocket, and added to the wad in Ray's mouth. Winston couldn't stand the suspense.

"Why don't you chew up every piece you have in your pocket, and then you can get down to showing me something."

Apparently, Ray thought this was a good idea. Every piece he had on him was soon chewed to a mushy consistency, and he began to blow his bubble.

-Whoosh...Whoosh...Whoosh-

The bubble became as big as a softball. A respectable size, but not a huge bubble yet.

-Whoosh...Whoosh...Whoosh-

Now it was the size of a large melon. Still a ways to go. He had plenty of gum left.

-Whoosh...Whoosh...Whoosh-

Turning into a beach ball, now. Winston was starting to look impressed. He hadn't seen nothing, yet. Supporting it gently with his fingers, Ray continued blowing air into the bubble.

-Whoooooosh...Whoooooosh-

The enormous bubble was taking up most of the space in front of Ray, and he couldn't see out of the front windshield. Winston started to look worried. He didn't want that bubble to pop and get gum all over Ecto's dashboard.

"Okay, man, you've proved your point. That's a mighty big bubble."

Ray held up a finger for silence. He was gonna prove, Winston or no Winston, that he was still the best bubble blower in Morrisville. He took a deep breath and blew one last gust of air into the humongous bubble.

-Whhooooooooosssssshhhhhhhh-

Peter, unfortunately, took that moment to wake up from his nap. He rubbed his eyes, and stared at the huge bubble. He leaned forward in the seat to get a better look at it.

"Wow! Will you look at that!" Peter exclaimed.

Ray turned towards Peter to see what he was yelling about.

*BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!*

The bubble popped against Peter's shock of hair, splattering gum all over Ray, Peter, and most of the front seat. Winston groaned.

"Oh, man! Ray, do you know how hard it is to get gum out of upholstery?"

Ray grinned, his face covered in pink bubble gum. "Don't worry, Winston. I'll help clean it up."

Peter sat back in his seat, in shock of what just happened. Then he began yelling, and trying to pull the sticky mess from his hair.

"Oh, you are so dead, Ray Stantz! I mean it! Look, it's in my hair, Ray!"

"Don't worry, Peter," said Egon, who woke up when the bubble exploded. "I think I have something in my lab that will help."

"What's that, Egon, solvent?" asked Winston.

Egon pushed his glasses up, a twinkle in his eye. "No, scissors."

Everyone laughed but Peter, who protested a blue streak all the way home.

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