08/09/2026
Tonight's bed time story...
The Mini-Pufts Take Over Portsmouth
It was a quiet Saturday morning in Portsmouth.
Dr Logan was drinking coffee.
Dr Bonnie was checking the Ghostbusters’ equipment.
And Dr Bret was trying to teach their new baby ghost-octopus not to sit on his head.
“Off, Squiggles,” said Dr Bret.
Plop.
Squiggles jumped onto his head again.
Just then—
BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP!
Dr Bonnie’s ghost detector went crazy.
Dr Logan nearly dropped his coffee.
“Ghost alert?”
Dr Bonnie shook her head.
“No.”
She looked at the screen.
“Hundreds of them.”
Dr Bret frowned.
“Hundreds?”
The three doctors rushed outside.
And there, bouncing down the street, were dozens of tiny white creatures.
They were round.
They were fluffy.
They had enormous grins.
And they were wearing tiny backpacks.
“MINI-PUFTS!” shouted Dr Logan.
The Mini-Pufts waved.
“HELLOOOOO!”
Then one grabbed Dr Bret’s proton pack.
“Hey!”
Another climbed into the Ghostbusters’ van.
Another started pressing every button it could find.
BEEP! BEEP! HONK! WEE-OOO!
Suddenly the van's siren switched on.
The Mini-Pufts cheered.
“WOOOOOO!”
Within minutes, Portsmouth was in chaos.
Mini-Pufts were riding pigeons.
Mini-Pufts were climbing lamp posts.
Three of them were trying to steer a harbour boat.
And one had somehow got inside a bakery.
Dr Bonnie stared through the window.
“Oh no.”
Inside, a Mini-Puft was covered from head to toe in flour.
It looked at her.
“Biscuit?”
Dr Bonnie sighed.
“Fine. One biscuit.”
Suddenly—
BOOOOOOOOM!
The ground shook.
Every Mini-Puft stopped.
From beneath the streets came a deep rumbling sound.
GROOOOOOOOAN.
Admiral Wobblebottom floated through a wall.
“Ghostbusters! We have a problem!”
Dr Logan looked worried.
“What kind of problem?”
Wobblebottom pointed towards Portsmouth Harbour.
“The Mini-Pufts have accidentally awakened something underneath the city.”
Dr Bret gulped.
“Again?”
A gigantic ghostly shape rose from the harbour.
It looked like an enormous jellyfish made of fog.
Its tentacles stretched across the sky.
The Mini-Pufts stared at it.
Then one whispered:
“Uh-oh.”
The ghost jellyfish roared.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
The Mini-Pufts screamed and scattered.
Dr Logan shouted, “Everyone back to the van!”
Dr Bonnie grabbed Squiggles.
Dr Bret grabbed the Mini-Puft who was still holding his proton pack.
And Admiral Wobblebottom shouted—
“FOLLOW ME!”
The Ghostbusters raced towards the harbour.
Dr Logan had an idea.
“Bonnie! Can you get the Mini-Pufts to work together?”
“I can try!”
Dr Bonnie climbed onto a bench.
“MINI-PUFTS!”
Hundreds of tiny faces appeared.
“Listen carefully!”
The Mini-Pufts stood to attention.
“We need your help!”
They all saluted.
“MINI-PUFTS READY!”
Dr Bonnie smiled.
“Excellent.”
The Mini-Pufts grabbed ropes, cables and ghost traps.
They worked together faster than anyone could believe.
One group tied ropes around the jellyfish's tentacles.
Another group carried proton batteries.
Another group shouted very loudly:
“GO GHOSTBUSTERS!”
Dr Logan, Dr Bonnie and Dr Bret fired their proton packs.
ZZZZZZAAAAAP!
The jellyfish began shrinking.
“KEEP GOING!” shouted Dr Logan.
ZZZZZAAAAAP!
Smaller…
ZZZZZAAAAAP!
Smaller…
Until—
POP!
The enormous ghost disappeared.
In its place floated one tiny, sleepy ghost jellyfish.
It looked around.
“Blub.”
Dr Bret smiled.
“Is that another pet?”
Dr Bonnie shook her head.
“No.”
Squiggles climbed onto Bret's head.
“Definitely no more pets.”
A Mini-Puft climbed onto his shoulder.
Dr Bret sighed.
“Fine. But they're not staying in my bedroom.”
That evening, the Mini-Pufts helped clean up Portsmouth.
Mostly.
One accidentally vacuumed itself into a ghost trap.
Another got stuck inside a traffic cone.
And three fell asleep in the back of the Ghostbusters’ van.
As the sun disappeared over Portsmouth Harbour, Dr Logan looked at the others.
“Think we're finally done?”
Dr Bonnie smiled.
“I hope so.”
Dr Bret opened the van door.
Inside were fifty Mini-Pufts, all fast asleep.
He stared at them.
They stared back.
One tiny Mini-Puft slowly raised its hand.
“Biscuit?”
Dr Bret laughed.
“Okay. One biscuit each.”
The Mini-Pufts cheered.
“YAAAAAY!”
And as Portsmouth settled down for the night, three Ghostbusters, one baby ghost-octopus, Admiral Wobblebottom and fifty Mini-Pufts headed home.
For once, nobody was afraid of ghosts.
They were mostly afraid of the biscuit bill.
The end. 👻🍪🌙
