[The second Venkman frees his arm from the cat's clutches, Winston pinches his forehead and takes a couple deep breaths, attempting desperately to claw back some long-lost composure. ...it's safe to say that whatever fleeting amount of drowsiness he still had has now thoroughly rocketed out of his body and been replaced by a sharply throbbing migraine.]

Okay. You hold onto it. I'll go check out the corner it was creeping in. See if there's any clues about where it came from. [Winston grunts, shifting onto his hands and knees on the carpet.] ...or at least anything I gotta clean up...

[Crawling carefully towards the spot in the shadows that the Meowth jumped out of, Winston thinks he's going in to the lion's den anticipating the worst.... but somehow, he manages to get an eyeful of something even worse.]

Hey... Pete. [He says in the deadest tone of voice he can muster.] ...any eggs you haven't been keeping track of lately?