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Beware!

Danny slumped against his desk, blue eyes staring out the window. Lancer's lecture was only being half-heard. He would forget most of it anyway, so what was the point in paying attention? He was also too lazy to take notes. Which was probably why he was failing almost everything.

Oh well.

He turned his head to stare at his two best friends. Sam was doodling in the margins of her notebook and Tucker was messing with his beloved P.D.A.

"Aren't either of you taking notes?" he whispered.

Tucker looked at him in amusement. "Please. When do I ever take notes?"

"Sam?"

The Goth girl snorted softly. "Yeah, don't think so."

"That's what I thought." Danny rested his chin against his desk. "I'm so bored."

Tucker shrugged. "It's English, and Lancer is on a roll. Of course it's boring."

The trio quickly stopped their conversation when Lancer turned around to face his class. "Alright people, who can tell-?"

The rest of the English teacher's question was drowned out by the insistent beeping of the delivery trucks as they backed into the parking lot.

"Mr. Lancer, what's in all those boxes?" Tucker asked curiously, watching the cargo men unload dozens of boxes from the back of the truck.

"Nothing, Mr. Foley," answered Lancer. "They're just storage boxes. Now please pay attention. This is going to be on the test next week."

"Empty boxes?" whispered Tucker, ignoring the question Lancer posed to the class.

"You know what that means," muttered Sam. "You-Know-Who is going to show up soon."

"Fantastic," muttered Danny bitterly. "I was hoping for the cardboard-obsessed ghost to pay a visit…not."

"It won't take long to beat him," said Sam positively.

Danny didn't say anything in response. Though the Box Ghost was certainly easy to beat, he was a terrible annoyance.

A sudden idea struck him, one so brilliant that he could not help but grin. On second thought, maybe this is a good time for the Box Dork to visit.

He quickly scribbled his idea on a piece of paper and he tossed the note to Tucker. The techgeek scanned it and a smile curled across his lips. "Nice," he said softly.

"What?" asked Sam.

Tucker handed her the note and the Goth read it, careful to keep from Lancer's gaze as he continued throwing questions at them, which the trio were completely ignoring. Sam suppressed a giggle.

"It's great," she agreed in a low tone. "But how are we going to pull it off?

Before he could respond, one of the workers approached the window, which was open. "Excuse me!" he called. "Could we borrow a few of your students to watch these boxes while we go check in? We don't need the wind blowing them across the street."

"Now that's what I call a lucky break," whispered Danny. The trio thrust their hands in the air, along with the rest of the class. They waved them wildly with innocent grins on their faces.

Lancer sighed. The trio weren't participating anyway, and it was probably best to let them out for a break before they ended up distracting the entire class with one of their odd conversations or silly pranks. "Fine, fine. But no funny business, you three."

The trio snickered once they were in the hallway. "Can't guarantee that," Tucker laughed.

"First, we gotta make a quick stop at Sam's locker," Danny said. "We better hurry. The Box Dork won't wait long."

After grabbing the necessary supplies they filed outside. "Thanks, kids," the worker said gratefully. "We'll be right back."

"Take your time," said Danny cheerfully.

Once they were alone with the pile of boxes, they quickly got ready before hiding themselves amongst the cardboard boxes.

Now they just had to wait.

The Box Ghost flew over Amity Park in a lazy pattern. There was a severe lack of boxes for him to control, and it was getting rather annoying. He flew over Casper High and halted once he spotted the massive pile of boxes resting in the parking lot.

"At last, I, the Box Ghost, shall take over the human's supply of corrugated cardboard!" he cackled gleefully, floating down to the stacks of beautiful boxes.

Suddenly, a trio of vampires sprang up, sending boxes flying. They bore sharp fangs that were stained red and blood poured down their faces. "Beeeeeeware!" they moaned creepily.

With a rather high-pitched shriek of terror, the Box Ghost flew at the speed of light and crashed into the side of the school. With a dazed moan he crumpled to the ground.

Laughing hysterically, the three climbed out of the boxes. Tucker removed a Fenton Thermos from his backpack and he sucked the ghost inside. "That's one way to deal with him," he said.

"I'm glad you brought your Monster Makeup Kit to school, Sam," Danny said happily.

"You never know when it might come in handy." Sam grinned. "Tucker, you got the whole thing on film, right?"

Tucker waved his P.D.A in the air. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course I did. This is gold!"

"Whatever shall we do with it?" wondered Sam jokingly.

"YouTube!" her two best friends cheered.

"This is going to get so many hits," added Danny. "Good job, team. Glad I thought of this."

"Beats English class," agreed Tucker.

"Hey!"

The trio jumped and whirled around. Tucker hastily shoved the Fenton Thermos into his backpack before it was noticed. The workers joined them with annoyed expressions. "What'd you do to our boxes?" one demanded.

Danny glanced over his shoulder. The once neatly stacked and pristine boxes were bent and trodden and lying everywhere.

"What'd you do to your faces?" another asked in confusion.

The three teens exchanged glances. There was really no way explaining their way out of this one. Not with a plausible excuse, anyway.

Well. Here comes another bout of detentions.

"Well?" the worker snapped. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

Danny, Tucker and Sam took one more look at each other before saying in unison,

"Beware!"