Chapter Eight: Everybody Wants to Rule the World

            The Tipton Hotel was like a giant magnet attracting all the supernatural activity over the city for the last fourteen years.

            In 2004, it was Gozer and Hades.

            Then, in 2008, there came Maleficent and Ursula.

            And now, the latest threat in the form of Bill Cipher.

            With the M.I.B., the Pines family, and Star and Marco at their side for this conflict, the Disney Ghostbusters formed up on the rooftop, where an eerie scene took place: Cipher, inhabiting the body of Christina Melnitz, floating twenty feet in the air, directly above the possessed team of Mickey, Donald, Goofy, and Leidy.

            “Ah, the Ghostbusters and the Men in Black,” Cipher taunted. “Glad you guys could make it. Have I got breaking news for you: I’ve teamed up with the kids of your greatest enemies – and I don’t mean the marshmallow guy and that lady with the flat top!”

            “We’ve already figured that out, doofus,” Natalie retorted.

            Cipher’s (Christina’s) face crinkled in fury. “Doofus? DOOFUS?!” He then looked down at his new gang of troublemakers and ordered, “Destroy them, kids!”

            Mal, Jay, Evie, and Carlos willingly obeyed.

            The Ghostbusters, M.I.B., and their allies took cover the moment that the particle streams aggressively blasted their way.

            “This is gonna be harder than we thought,” J.G. noted in the commotion. “We can’t risk hurting Mickey, Donald, Goofy, Leidy, or even Christina. Our upgrades were meant to kill only Cipher.”

            “So what do we do?” Dipper asked, out of desperation.

            “Too bad we don’t have those ol’ slime blowers back when we faced Jafar and Vigo the Carpathian,” Jacqueline said. “That positively-charged mood slime would be pretty useful right about now.”

            “You weaponized ectoplasm?!” a highly-fascinated Abby exclaimed.

            “How in the heck did you people make that a reality?” Holtzmann added to Abby’s fascination.

            Not even Erin was a stranger to the snowballing amusement: “Indeed. The science behind that would take months…no, years to—”

            “Are ya’ll really doin’ this while we’re about to get our butts blown off?!”

            Patty’s outburst, if not the explosions of brick and mortar from all around, was a harsh reminder of the predicament they were currently stuck in.

            Luckily, Star stepped up to save them once again.

            “Don’t worry, everybody,” she said. “Marco and I got just the thing!”

            From there, the two youths each pulled out a type of non-M.I.B standard alien pistol that unleashed concentrated bolts of energy when fired. The bolts struck the bodies of Mickey, Donald, Goofy, and Leidy, forcing Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay to phase right out of them.

            “Whoa,” Stan reacted. “What did you kids do?”

            “And what are those strange devices you used to do it?” Ford inquired.

            “Just a little something courtesy of the United Federation of Planets,” Marco assertively replied.

            “Better known as Starfleet,” Star stated, right before firing one last bolt.

            Her final target was the floating body of Christina.

            One struck, it instantaneously separated from Cipher, left falling towards the roof; fortunately, Star was able to cushion her landing by conjuring a large, fluffy pink pillow with her wand.

            Enraged, Cipher fixated his attention on Star and Marco: “Who are you kids?! What’ve you got to do with any of this?!”

            “Who cares?!” Mal barked, still fueled by vengeance. “We can still take them on!”

            Natalie, coming out of hiding with the rest of the team, approached the orphaned daughter of Maleficent and declared, “Your fight with us is over, hon.”

            “No, it’s not,” Mal refuted. “You killed my mother…right here in this spot!”

            Normally a woman who always had a snap comeback, Natalie Venkman – for the first time in her life – couldn’t find the right words to say for such a disheartening (and valid) accusation.

            It was only before she had a moment to really think about it when she realized that there were no right words.

            “How much did Maleficent ever love you?”

            Her question caught Mal off guard.

            For a moment, she hesitated with an answer until she defensively uttered, “Why do you care?!”

            Natalie looked past her and towards the other three descendants.

            “Did any of your parents ever care for you?”

            Neither Evie, Jay, nor Carlos gave a reply.

            Only Mal could speak up for them, remorsefully stating, “We only wanted to make them proud by being wicked.”

            “Honey, no parent should be proud of their child being evil,” Natalie disputed.

            “All I want is for Jafar, my father, to live again,” Jay said. “I’ll never know if he was proud of me or not, since you guys took him out.”

            “We never killed Jafar,” J.G. told him. “That was Shan Yu’s doing.”

            Jay deeply considered this new information with a heavy frown.

            “What about you two?” Lisa turned her attention to Evie and Carlos. “Who were your parents?”

            “Cruella de Vil and the Evil Queen,” Carlos disclosed.

            Meagan tried not to burst with hysterical laughter. “Seriously?!”

            “We never had any encounter with either of them,” Jacqueline confirmed. “As far as we know, we’re totally cool with them.”

            “And they’re not even dead,” Sean said.

            Hearing this, Evie and Carlos were suddenly befuddled as to why they ever went on Mal’s crusade in the first place.

            Cipher grew angrier as the scene went on.

            The Ghostbusters had effectively converted the descendants to their side.

            “Who cares whose mommy or daddy’s alive or dead?!” The dream demon roared in an echo. “In a few seconds, you’re all gonna be dead!”

            Congruent to his swelling rage, Cipher’s body irradiated a fierce reddish orange glow, prepared to discharge his power over his enemies: Ghostbusters, M.I.B., descendants, the troublesome Pines family, and whatever Star and Marco were.

            Agent Jay moved fast, firing his gun directly at Cipher’s eye, blinding him.

            It gave KaeLeigh, the Pines family, and the Disney Ghostbusters just the open they needed to overwhelm Cipher with their fused technology.

            The dream demon’s glowing triangular body ballooned to disfiguring proportions.

            Finally, it obliterated out of existence, splattering ectoplasmic remains all over the rooftop, much to the specific dismay of Mabel and Erin (both who’ve had past incidents with slime).

            “Ewwwwwwwww!!!!!!” They both groaned in disgust.

            “That was totally awesome, up until that last part,” a grossed-out Marco said.

            “I may have added more power than necessary to that equipment,” Star confessed.

            Spitting out bits of ectoplasm, Dipper cynically told Star, “Ya think?!”