No Ghosts also means no income. And all this fancy equipment doesn't pay for itself. If the calls don't start coming in soon your franchise might go under, and that's the last thing you want. So, with heavy hearts you and your fellow Ghostbusters have decided to track down some seasonal work--just until things pick up again.
Now as a Ghostbuster you have stared into all the horrors that the dead can unleash upon the living. You've dealt wtih stalking spectres, cyclopean horrors, and non-euclidean... things. And you've done all that while barely batting an eye. It's your job, and there's no room for fear in the heart of a Ghostbuster. At least, that's what the training manuals said. No fear. Never.
But when you stare out the doors of "Buy Me Toys" your green and purple Associate's shirt collar seems to tighten. Outside, the ragged mass of shoppers paw at the door in the early morning haze the day after Thanksgiving... hungry low moans for great deals echoing in the retreating darkness. You're a Ghostbuster, you've never known fear. At least, until now...