Ectoplasm is gross. It stains the sheets, poisons the dog, leaks through the garbage bags, and is just a gooey, smelly mess. However, a use has been found for it, making the world happy to rid themselves of it and simultaneously get protection from the new weapons known as ectoplasm blasters. Blane isn't supposed to have one of these, but the boy genius has gotten his hands on one of them anyways, which is probably a good thing. Because recently his home city has been feeling a little spooky, and Blane the genius is not about to play the fool.