Jack Fenton furrowed his brow in concentration as he stared at the map unfolded before him on the steering wheel. He scratched his head in confusion and held the map closer to his face.

"Hmm," he mumbled to himself, "I don't understand it. It should be right here. Maybe I took a wrong turn at the station..."

If Jazz wasn't so busy gripping onto her seat for dear life as the RV raced down the road at nearly a hundred and twenty miles an hour, she would have rolled her eyes. They had taken a wrong turn at their own street right when this trip began. They had been lost for hours long before her father had finally realized it and pulled out that map. Hopefully it wouldn't take as long for him to realize he was holding it upside-down. And hopefully it wouldn't take long for him to realize he was no longer holding the steering wheel and that they were now swerving uncontrollably. Sadly, he didn't appear to notice any of those things and continued studying the map, completely oblivious that the RV was no longer on the road and was now heading for the woods.

"Let's see," he continued mumbling, "If we head back a couple miles and make a left in that fork in the road-"

A swell plan. Too bad they weren't on the road anymore. The RV raced deeper into the woods. They were now surrounded by tall, thick trees with squirrels and chipmunks racing up the trunks, chattering angrily as the RV sped past. Birds all tweeted in alarm when they noticed the vehicle heading straight towards them and quickly flew away before they got hit. The trees had blocked out most of the sun, making everything around them dark. How her father never noticed the sudden change of light, Jazz would never know.

"And if we make a U-turn at that broken traffic light that's got that wonky green light..."

Jazz winced as the RV ran over a pile of dead branches lying on the ground. She bounced up and down in her seat as the RV went over the branches, creating a very bumpy ride in the process. Jack also bounced in his seat, but still didn't seem to notice anything was amiss.

"Then we would have to go through that town- That town-? What's its name again? You know, that town that's got those great pancakes!"

The RV sped through a large mud puddle, splattering mud all over the windows and the windshield. Jazz finally jumped out of her seat and went for the dashboard. She turned the windshield wipers on, but all that did was smear mud all over. Leaning over to the driver's seat and into her father's lap, Jazz took the steering wheel and attempted to steer using what little she could see out the windshield.

"And then we should be able to reach the highway after we've passed that old abandoned farm that reminds me of that weird old guy across our street for some reason..."

Jazz sharply swerved right, narrowly missing a giant red oak tree. She didn't exactly congratulate herself just yet on avoiding a crash. There were still plenty of other trees around.

"Maybe if we get through that town that looks like a shoe in record time, we might be able to stop at that ice cream parlor down the road and have a sundae!"

Through what little she could see out the windshield, Jazz was able to see sunlight streaming in again. The darkness was now gone and she could no longer hear the branches scratching at the RV or any panicking wildlife. They were finally out of the woods! Now if only her father would just get his foot off the gas pedal.

"Don't you worry, Jazzy-pants! We'll get to Lake Casper in no time! That old ghost doesn't stand a chance against Jack Fenton!"

Jazz squinted as she noticed something coming closer. Something pink. And big. Really big. Were those bricks? Uh-oh.

"Dad!" she screamed, "The brakes! Hit the brakes!"

Jack finally looked up from the map. Upon realizing that he could see nothing out the windshield, he promptly stomped on the brakes. Apparently, he had been too late. The two flinched as the RV crashed into something hard. Whatever they hit, they must have broke it since the RV kept going a few more feet before finally coming to a stop. They sat there in stunned silence for a moment while the sound of shouts and hurried steps headed towards them.

"ACK!" they heard a man shout, "My inn! What happened to my inn?!"

Jazz covered her face with her hands and sank back as far down as possible into her seat . Meanwhile, Jack looked back down at the map looking incredibly annoyed.

"Great," he muttered, "Looks like we won't be stopping for that sundae."

She let out a soft groan as her cheeks became redder. Jack apparently mistook the groan for disappointment instead of embarrassment and patted her shoulder.

"I know, I know. I was looking forward to that sundae, too."

"What's going on here?!" the man outside continued to shout, "What have you done to my inn?!"

"Calm down, Jeremy!" an old woman said from outside, "Will you let the poor thing get out of the RV first?"

Jack opened the door as the old woman continued to calm the Jeremy person down, or at least tried to. The crash had dented and battered the door so badly, it refused to budge at first. Jack had to practically throw his entire weight into it. The door fell off its hinges and clattered to the floor. He got out, leaving Jazz inside. Good. Hopefully, he'd leave her here for a while. That way, she'd have more time to think of an escape plan before those people outside realized she was with him. Maybe she'd be able to find a way back home before her dad could wrangle her into whatever hare brained ghost hunt he was on this time. Honestly, the man was in his forties and he still believes in ghosts? Didn't most people grow out of that phase when they got to their teens? Apparently not if he keeps getting hired to track down these imaginary ghosts. Jazz really couldn't tell who was dumber, her dad or his clients.

"Jazzy-pants?" Jazz looked up to see her dad cast a scowl behind him, "Looks like we won't be going to Lake Casper for a while."

"Aw," Jazz replied in mock disappointment, "Well, darn! That's a shame! Guess we should head back home then, huh?"

"Yeah, that's the other problem."

"What?" startled, she quickly snapped out of her pretend sadness and stared at him, "Problem? What problem?"

"The RV doesn't look like it'll be able to go anywhere for a while."

"What! But how do you know? You haven't even started it!"

"Dearie," the old woman called out to her, "Have you seen the front of your RV? It won't be starting anytime soon."

"What!"

Jazz dashed out the door, leaving it hanging only by a hinge, and ran to the front. The old woman was right. The front of the RV was completely smashed and crumpled like an accordion. The fender, the hood, the engine. Everything.

"Nevermind the RV!" a blonde man in a blue sweater vest stomped over to Jack "What about my inn?!"

As an old woman in a motorized scooter hushed him again, Jazz looked around and noticed she was in a peach-colored room with wooden furniture surrounding her. To her right was a wooden desk with various cubby holes behind it holding various pieces of mail and keys. To her left was an ordinary wooden door painted white that was obviously the entrance to the lobby. And behind her was her dad's RV wedged through the wall, sticking halfway in. If only there was enough room in that new hole in the wall for Jazz to squeeze through and take off running before anybody could figure out she was related to the driver of said stuck RV.

The argument between the blonde man and the old woman finally stopped. By the triumphant smile on her face, Jazz guessed the old woman won. The man harrumphed and crossed his arms, glaring at Jack.

"Nevermind Jeremy, dearies. He can be rather fussy. Why don't you follow me and I'll see if we can get a tow truck here."

The old woman led the way and they headed down the hall leaving Jeremy behind. Jack looked at his watch rather irritably.

"How long will it take for them to get here?" he asked, "My daughter and I are on a very tight schedule and need to get down to Lake Casper right away for urgent ghost business!"

Jazz let out an exasperated groan. Great. Not only did the old woman know Jazz was related to the driver responsible for crashing into her wall, but also that she was involved, albeit unwillingly, in stupid ghost nonsense. The old lady probably thought Jazz was an idiot like her father. But to Jazz's surprise, instead of laughing or rolling her eyes, the old lady seemed rather interested.

"Ghost business, you say?" she asked, "What sort of ghost business, dearie?"

"Well," Jack beamed and puffed up his chest as he put his hand on Jazz's shoulder, "Jazz and I here are ghost hunters, ma'am!"

Jazz cringed as her father said, "We." She prayed for the floor to swallow her whole as her father continued.

"We hunt down ghosts and send them back into their twisted dimension where they belong!"

Again with the "we" stuff.

"Really now?" the old woman asked.

"Yep! And sometimes we even keep a few specimens to use in our experiments!"

Please stop saying, "we."

"Well, then, dearie," the old woman chuckled, "Our ghost here had better watch out."

"Ghosts?" Jack's eyes instantly lit up, "You have ghosts here?"

"Oh, yes, dearie. The Manson Inn's been haunted for some time now. Strange things happen when you least expect it!"

"Strange things?" Jazz asked, skeptically. She couldn't really tell if the old lady was serious or playing some sort of joke.

"Very strange, dearie. Not a day goes by where I don't see our ghost walking about these very halls. Looks lost, poor thing."

"Don't be fooled, ma'am!" Jack said, "That's exactly what the ghost wants you to think! But that stupid ghost won't fool me! No ghost fools Jack Fenton! Don't you worry, ma'am! Your ghost problem shall be no more!"

"That's very kind of you, dearie. But I really don't-"

"There's not a moment to lose!" Jack shouted as he ran in the opposite direction back to the RV, "You stay there with our client, Jazzy, and make sure that ghost doesn't get to her! I need to go grab our gadgets!"

And with that, he disappeared, leaving Jazz and the old woman standing there and staring at him as he disappeared back to the lobby. Jazz sighed as she watched him go, praying that the tow truck would come soon.