Rukia opened her mouth to speak, just as two pies rocketed out of the window to splatter upside each ghostbuster's head.

"SUR-PIES!" a ghostly voice cackled wildly.

She turned her head slowly, leveling a death stare at the bakery. "It is not as funny as it thinks it is," she growled, a slab of blueberry-spattered crust slipping down her cheek and rolling off of her shoulder.

Gritting her teeth, she harshly jammed her thumb on the particle thrower's switch to bring it humming to life.

"It's more dangerous inside. Watch carefully for knives and don't get too close to the ovens," she warned him.