"Egon, this is for your own good," Winston groused as he stuffed Egon into the modified hearse known as Ecto-1. 

As Winston closed the door, Egon turned to the window and proceeded to bang on it. "Winston, I insist that you open this door this instant!"

"Sorry, Egon," Winston said, climbing into the driver's seat and starting the engine. "Doctor's orders."

Egon growled at Winston and made a motion to lunge at him. If it weren't for Ray and Peter, the physicist would have made it across the seat.

"Unhand me, Raymond," Egon ordered, batting at the occultist's hands that were on his wrists.

Ray shook his head, a small grin crossing his face. "Sorry, Egon. We've gotta do this, besides, what harm can it do?"

"A whole lot of pain, that's what it can do," Peter put in, enjoying the fact that it was finally Egon's turn to squirm. 

"Oh ha ha, Dr. Venkman," Egon said with venom lacing his bass voice.

Winston looked in the rearview mirror as he pulled out into traffic. "Just one hour and it'll be all over."

Egon folded his arms and settled back against the seat. "Just the same approximate amount of time it takes for Ragnarock to occur."

Peter pinched his cheek, ducking a swat from Egon. "Such the optimist," he crooned, earning a chuckle from Ray.

* * * *

The ride over was fine, but once they reached their destination, Egon's struggles began again.  "NO!" he screamed, holding onto the doorway with all his might. "You can't make me!"

Ray was trying to pry the stark white fingers from the frame. "Let go of the door, Egon!" he grunted, prying one pinkie away, only to have it replaced with another finger.

"Stubborn critter!" Peter said. He had his hands around the physicist's midsection, trying to force him into the doorway.

Winston was out parking the car. Once he was finished, he came over, seeing the war of the doorframe carrying on. He put the keys in his pocket and wiped his hands on his pants legs. "This calls for brute force," he said, walking over to Ray. "Let me have a crack at it."

Egon's eyes grew into large blue saucers. "Winston, no!"

Winston put a shoulder against Egon's chest and pushed. The momentum of the bigger man carried both Ghostbusters into the office.

The receptionist looked up from her work at the tangled mess of arms and legs on the floor. "May I help you?"

Ray entered last, closing the door behind him. "Hi. We're here to see Dr. Jackson."

The receptionist looked at her chart over her thick glasses. "I see, Dr. Egon Spengler."

Peter's voice came from the bottom of the pile. "That's him, the blond with the glasses."

"You'll have to wait a while, Dr. Jackson is busy with a patient," she said, pointing to the row of empty seats.

"That's fine!" Ray said with a large smile.

Winston moved from the top pile and grabbed Egon's legs. "Ray, Peter, get his top half, we're going to have to move him."

Egon bucked and kicked, trying to escape Winston's hold. "You can't make me!" he roared. "I won't go!"

"Oh shut up," Peter said, grabbing the left flailing arm of Egon.

Ray had the right one, trying not to be pinched by the long fingers. "It won't be so bad, Egon!"

Egon ceased his struggles. "You're right, Raymond. It won't be so bad," he said.

Winston looked at Egon in astonishment. "Well good for you." He released Egon's legs and lowered him into one of the tacky orange seats. 

Peter settled down in the seat next to him. "Great, now all we have to do is wait."

Egon nodded, watching Winston and Ray sit down. "That's because--" He jumped form the seat and bolted to the door. "I won't be here!"

"Stop him!" Peter cried, chasing the frantic physicist.

Winston was the next to jump into action. He leaped over a row of chairs and plowed into the scientist. Both men grunted as they fell to the floor. Winston used his entire body weight to pin Egon to the floor. Winston had to outweigh Egon by at least thirty pounds. The poor physicist could do nothing but struggle.

The three Ghostbusters managed to grab their fourth partner and flip him face down. Together, they carried him to the seats and sat down with him across their laps.

"Let's see you escape now, FloJo," Peter said, whacking Egon across the rump.

Egon gave a muffled squeak of protest. "For the last time, unhand me!"

"Nope, Egon!" Ray said. "You have to do this!"

"But I don't want to!" Egon exclaimed, only to be muffled against Peter's pants leg.

The receptionist sighed. Every time these four came in, it was the same routine. It was at a point now that she was used to it. She grabbed the chart and peered over her glasses. "Dr. Jackson will see you now," she said, holding the chart out.

Ray ambled over and took the char. "Thank you."

Winston grabbed Egon around the midsection and hauled him to his feet. Once he got Egon stable, he grabbed the man's shoulders and growled. "Listen, either you calm down, or I'll drag you in there if I have to."

Egon gulped. "Let's go," he said, admitting defeat.

* * * *

The four men followed the nurse down the hallway to the examination room. She'd asked if it was necessary for four men to attend one examination. Once Egon saw the room, he tried to beat a hasty retreat. When he was contained again the nurse nodded in understanding.

"Just have him put on this gown and Dr. Jackson will be in shortly," the brown-haired nurse said, closing the door behind her.

Egon looked at the paper gown and then at his friends. "I refuse to don this piece of paper called a gown!"

Peter picked up the gown and shoved it at Egon. "Egon either you put this on or we'll make you!" he said. Behind him, with grins on their faces, Winston and Ray made a show of cracking their knuckles.

Egon snatched the gown from Peter. Looking at it he sniffed delicately. "Could you turn around please?!"

Winston nodded. "Sure, there isn't any windows available."

The three took guard at the door with their backs to Egon. Five minutes later, Egon declared his was finished. The three turned around and started snickering at the skinny legs that peeked from the bottom of the paper dress.

"I advise against any snickering," Egon said, glaring at his three friends. "It is, after all, my turn to cook tonight."

As quickly as the smiles started, they fell from the men's' faces.

The door opened and the elderly Dr. Jackson entered with a clipboard. "Well, good morning, gentlemen."

"Good morning, Dr. Jackson," the three said in chorus. Egon folded his arms and just glared.

Jackson sat down on the little stool and pulled his glasses from his pocket. "Let's see," he said, picking up the chart again. "It's time for your physical again."

Egon's eyes widened in horror. Not a physical again! "I thought that was in six months."

Peter glared at Egon. "It has been six months!"

Ray put a hand on Egon's shoulder. "It's time for the insurance again and you know every six months we have to have a physical."

Egon watched in shock as Dr. Jackson pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and a stethoscope. "I'm going to have to ask you three leave."

Winston nodded. "We understand, Doc. We'll be outside if he gives you any trouble."

Egon clawed at Ray. "Don't leave me!"

Ray shook his head. "Sorry, Egon."

The three men left and Ray closed the door behind him. Outside they each put their ears to the door to listen.

"Now turn your head and cough, please."

"I don't think that's necessary--ARGH! THOSE ARE COLD!"

"Dr. Spengler, please cough."

"THOSE ARE COLD!"

Peter snickered. Ray put a hand across his mouth to stifle the giggles. Winston only shook his head in sympathy.

*SNAP* "Now I have to check your prostate."

"Holy Heisinberg!"

The three men winced in total sympathy, each shaking in remembrance of their own physical. Afterwards, it was quiet in the office. For at least ten minutes, they stood holding their breaths, waiting for another sign.

"There, all over."

They jumped back as the door started to open. Dr. Jackson peeked out. "You can come in now."

They walked in and saw Egon slumped on the table on his side. As they walked over, he glared at them in contempt. "Expect full revenge for this," he remarked.

Peter, Winston, and Ray gulped. They were in for it.

* * * *

"Eat up," Egon said with a smile as he put another platter of his sweat sandwiches, as Peter would call them, on the table.

The three men paled considerably at the platter of deli on the table. Every night for the past week, they were forced to eat these sandwiches in retribution of Egon's visit to the doctor. By Friday, the three men wished they hadn't done it.

Egon put a sandwich on each plate. "Eat up. There's definitely more where that came from."

Peter picked up the sandwich and looked at it. "Yeah, more like your ass," he muttered.

"Excuse me? You said you want another one?" he asked, depositing another sandwich on Peter's plate and smiling with glee.

Peter glared at Egon and spoke through gritted teeth. "Thank you, kind sir."

Ray and Winston were quiet as the chewed their punishment in total silence.

Egon sat at the head of the table and threw his head back, laughing with glee.

The End.