"What are those supposed to be?" Dash asked, picking up the peculiar twisted piece of plastic.
"One of my dad's rejects," Danny replied, examining another red and gold figure. "I think they were supposed to be raging lions."
"Raging lions?"
"Yeah," Danny said, then sighed. "Dad wanted to build a small-scale model of the Central Park Zoo in my room since Mom wouldn't let him do it in the lab."
Dash put down the twisted up lion action toy. "Your old man is weird, Fenton. So what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Actually, some friends of mine started an ice football team and wanted to know if I knew any really good players who could give them some pointers," Danny said, nonchalantly. "I said I knew you and was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving them a hand."
"Ice football?" Dash queried, a look of bewilderment plastered on his face. "Never even heard of it. How do you even play it?"
"Better if Frostbite explains it to you," Danny said, walking over to his closet and opened it. "Sorry about cramming you in there for so long, Frostbite. You know my parents."
A large yeti-like ghost walked out of Danny's closet and grinned down at the boy. "I was really good at hide-and-seek when I was yet a cub. So you, youngling, the friend of the Great One, are willing to help train my people in our new game craze?"
Dash, too shocked to run or scream, just stood there with his jaw dropped. After a minute like this, he turned and stared hard at Danny Fenton. "Your parents know about this?"
"Nope," Danny said, popping the 'p'. "You going to tell them?"
Dash shook his head. "Not if you won't. Okay...uh, sir, what is your name again?"
"Frostbite, Chief of the Far Frozen," the ghost said proudly.
"Yeah, right, Mr. Frostbite, sir," Dash stammered. "What do you know about football?"
"Nothing," Frostbite admitted, showing another huge grin. "Do you play it with actual feet?"
"That's soccer," Danny corrected him.
"Sorry, Great One," Frostbite apologized. "Go on, friend of the Great One."
"Why do you keep calling Fenton 'Great One'?" Dash asked, still a bit confused. "How does he even know you anyway?"
"I and my people live to serve the King of All Ghosts," Frostbite explained. "He is the heart and soul of our world."
"I'M WHAT?!" Danny yelled, then quickly yelped before it developed into a small wail.
"You're screwed, Fenton" Dash told him smugly. "Tell me everything and I'll keep your little secret and help your friend."