Danny Phantom Unlimited

Chapter 19

Phantoms of the Heart:

Phantom Traveler, Part 1 of 3

Teaser

Salem, Massachusetts

Two weeks ago.

11:35 PM Local time

In Salem, a young girl with long black, filthy and grassy hair covering most of her face, and pale skin colder than the chilling air of autumn, wearing a black and green cheerleader uniform hauls out of the woods into the streets with a death look in her eyes, walking slowly and dragging her steps.

She wanders with no direction avoiding any contact with any person that came close to her until she finally arrives at a house where a group of teenagers just like her are throwing a party.

Acting as if she owns the place, she walks into the house getting stopped by the host of the party. One of his guests quickly jokes about her unkempt condition while he flirts with her at the same, yet the girl doesn't respond to either the jokes or the compliments, instead she asks for food claiming in faint voice to be hungry.

"What?"

"I… hunger" she says slightly louder.

"Food? I got food," says the guy reaching a bowl of nachos for her. "Well, they're nachos but… they're food." Claims with the bowl in her face.

"No… I hunger… you!" she yells before biting off his neck in a sudden movement.

The poor kid who was expecting to finally lose his virginity tonight, was shrieking in pain as this Jane Doe chew his neck off with her green jagged teeth. The blood gush falls everywhere bathing her as well as those standing around, staring in shock and horror to this foul and unexpected act.

Afraid they might be next, all the guests try to run out of the house screaming for help, but as soon as they step outside of the house they find themselves surrounded by a swarm of zombie-looking creatures. They are ghost-zombies, not that they knew what they were anyway, this is a new specie. In that moment the girl goes ghost-zombie with two green energy rings moving up and down around her, turning into an awful, slender and large green horned monster, with a ghoulish appearance, huge fangs, claws and shreds of skin hanging on her arms and legs, barely keeping some traits of her feminine figure such as her small waist, her large breast, lher ong legs now with scales and her well shaped butt.

The rest of the ghost-zombies go ghost as well, turning into the most awful creatures they all had seen. They jump on the guests, feasting on them. They all scream in fear and pain, some of them get drawn in their own blood, not for too long though, as they would all die that night two minutes before midnight.

First Act: Road Trip

In Amity Park.
05:26 PM UTC
Danny flies into his room and falls on his bed after a tiresome ghost zombie hunt that took all morning and a rcent fight with a giant ghost crab with tentacles, turning on his radio with a hand shake and tuning a radio station playing hits from the 90's he has become a fan of in the last years. He puts on his headphones hoping to clear his mind from all the madness and troubles he had had in his life lately while listens the song "Pardon me" by an old grunge band named "Incubus" which is followed by "Serve the Servants" from the legendary grunge band Nirvana. Ironically, the reason Danny likes these songs is because they, somehow, mirror his life lately almost as a perfct soundtrack for it, yet they help him to forget about his problems, as if they weren't real, and give him a quiet moment in which he could feel just like any normal teenager with no worries other than his poor grades and lack of money and a job rather than the safety of the world, something he really needed, but the song soon gets cut off in the middle by a police announcement about several cheerleaders and football players gone missing on Salem, Massachusetts.

The announcement catches his attention, quickly he turns on the volume.

"… according to some eye witnesses, green glowing ghoulish creatures attacked the cheerleader squad from Leonidas High School in Salem, Massachusetts. Reports indicate these are the same creatures that appeared in the suburbs attacking young revelers two weeks ago. The police is still trying to crack the case, but so far they have got nothing to work with, no clues, hints or any indications of any kind, and no theories have been released yet, still the locals got some of their own. Some believe this to be a gang related using costumes, others that this is the beginning of the "zombie apocalypse"…"

"You heard that Gas?" Danny asked to his new ghost suit's ghostly A.I.

"The zombie thing?" Asks with its newly downloaded British accent which made feel Danny like if he was talking to a butler. "Yes, but you don't really think it has something to do with a zombie apocalypse going down, do you?"

"More like a ghost-zombie apocalypse to me. Guess you know what that means?"

"Time for a road trip, sir?"

"Time for a road trip. Pack up your stuff buddy."

"I am your stuff, sir."

"Yes, you sure are."

Danny picks up his traveling shoulder bag and takes everything he needs for his journey into mystery, everything since clothing, toothbrush, till his Fenton ghost hunting gear even though it was now unnecessary if not useless since he already had gadgets like those and more built in his suit, that are even more cutting edge than his parents' technology, and runs down stairs almost crashing with his sister Jazz.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh… Where are you going with that hurry and what's that bag for?" She inquires.

Danny mulls for a few seconds and decides to tell her about his case.

"Ok, I'm going on a hunt in… Salem… Massachusetts

"What?! A hunt?"

"Don't worry, is not a witch hunt. I heard some news on the radio about some missing cheerleaders and what clearly is a swarm of ghozbies haunting the town, and it sounded like a case to me, one that could cheer me up. Got it? 'Cheer me up'? 'Cuz they're cheerleaders and, oh, forget it…"

"Ok, so you are going on a hunt out of the city-out of the state alone and… did you even bother to ask mom and dad if you could leave the state-the city, or even if you could take the car?"

"…So… do you wanna come with me?" He asked trying to avoid her question.

"Just what I thought," she says peeved, with her arm folded and glaring at him.

"But… are you coming with me?"

"Does it look like I'm staying?" she asks walking up stairs, into her room looking for her traveling gear.

"Ah… Yes, it does." He answers.

"Well I'm not."

"Ok, looks like it is road trip time."

Outside of Amity Park.

August 31

06:36 PM Local time

Much to Danny's dislike, Jazz tells their parents' about their case before hitting the road and about him almost taking off alone and without permission, which caused him to get sat down first. All the same to him, he takes on the road with his sister not caring about how upset their parents were at him for almost leaving without saying, after all he had bigger things in his mind going on right now.

Things that easily fade away while driving the Fenton RV. With his hands on the wheel he forgets about his parents discontent about this new found habit of his of taking the family car or the Specter Speeder without permission to go out hunting on his own on different states, he forgets about the pressures of being the only superhero in the world, of school, his problems with Sam, his broken powers, even about the ghosts he goes out to hunt. While driving he feels he can leave behind every burden and worry, everything is peaceful and simple, just as flying. All he has to do is keep moving forward, further, faster until he can't.

Pressing the accelerator pedal he speeds up at 76 Miles per hour running down the highway and breaking the speed limit over thirty miles, with the radio playing "Who do you love?" while he sings along.

Sitting next to him in the passenger's seat is Jazz, concerned about her little brother and all the changes he's been going through lately.

Over the past two years things have changed a lot for Danny due to his identity being public now and his celebrity status. One of the many changes was Danny stretching his "jurisdiction" limits when it comes to ghost hunting, now going after ghosts in other cities and states every now and then with her and the team. Whenever they got word from a ghost case outside Amity Park that the G.I.W. or any other ghost hunters couldn't solve they would take care of it. But more often than before he started to go out all by himself without saying a word, and wouldn't return for days, doing that so often it became a habit now. This got even worse in the last month ever since the bomb, and this new trait of his has her worried more than any other of his changes, not just for not knowing where her little brother takes off to hunt alone but because he wouldn't stop doing it despite all the times his parents sat him down for it and she knows there is a reason for such behave, after all it was not really like him to take off without saying... or was it? Something about this need of sneaking out to fight ghost seems to her more as a cry for attention, as if something is troubling him and Jazz felt there was no better moment to know what that is but now.

"Danny. Danny!" yells Jazz. "Could you listen to me?"

"What? You want me to change the station?"

"No. I just… I think we need to talk."

"Oh my god, are you breaking up with me?" he asks sarcastically.

"I mean it" says staring at him with a serious look. "We have to talk."

"Well, now is not a good time."

"How come?"

"'Cause you want talk to me."

"Danny!"

"Ok, what is it?" says turning down the music.

"Why do you keep doing it?"

"… Ah… Ok, I'm gonna need more clues here, 'cuz I kinda keep doing many things-I keep using the big boy potty. So… what is this about?"

"That's what I wanna know. This new habit of yours, sneaking out to go hunting ghosts behind our backs. Taking the RV or the SS to go out of state without even telling mom and dad, without even telling me! I mean, what is up with that?! You don't have to sneak out or keep things as a secret anymore and you don't need the car, you can fly."

"Do you really wanna have that conversation here? Right now?"

"Yes."

Danny moans exasperated leaning his head on the wheel, annoyed by his sister's questioning even though deep down, he knows she means well.

"Danny that's dangerous!"

"Just because I sneak up to hunt-"

"No that, that! Eyes on the road!" She yells. Quickly Danny lifts his head to look at the road and steer right the RV. "And yes, it is also dangerous and annoying how you always go behind our backs to hunt. Especially when you take the car! Why do you even do that? You can fly faster than this and you don't have to lie anymore!"

"Uh… is this about the car or about me sneaking out?"

"Both. Now answer me."

"Look, I get it might be annoying sometimes," he says looking at Jazz as he slows down, "but… I can't help it, ok? After years of ghost hunting behind our parent's back… it-it became my nature, ok? I can't help to keep secrets, to go hunting on their backs and not saying anything. I need that, it feels natural to me. It gives me a sense of... stability. I know it doesn't look like it, but there are some things about this non-secret identity thing that I don't like and I can't get use to… The thing is I liked ghost hunting better when it was a secret. I liked my life better when I had my secrets and keep them that way. When mom and dad knew nothing about my powers and I had to sneak out all the time, when they didn't have to worry about me fighting ghosts. I guess… I guess life made more sense then," he says prone. "I guess I do this because I wished some things where just the same. Just plane old secret ghost-hunting with secret identity, the normal to me… I miss that, and… I know this is weird but the further I get from them-from the city… the closer I feel to that."

'Danny, I… I didn't know you feel that way."

"That's because I never told you about it. But then again, I never share this kind of stuff with you or anyone, not even Sam. Actually I told you this now because… I feel you are the only person I can share this with, even though I didn't want to."

Is there when she realizes "…you trust me. You really trust me that much?"

"Uh, yeah. You are my big sister, who else do I have to trust my secrets and lean onto when I need help?"

"Aaawww… to think that three years ago you would call me a fink."

"Well I still call you a fink for ratting me on mom and dad. Which reminds me… ypu are a fink!"

"Now that's more like classic Danny," Jazz says pinching his right cheek.

"Hehe… The thing is… this is the only thing that makes sense to me now 'cause nothing else does, especially since the bomb, and with all that's going on now… I need to get away from that, I need something that makes sense. I need something to be like the old times. Or at least something I can call normal, (or maybe) a new normal. Something stable, and so far this is the best I got."

Unfortunately, Danny was caught in the wrong fan-fiction, because as those who had read this story so far may have notice this is not about sense, normal or anything like the old times.

"Hey, it's ok, I got it," said Jazz in a sympathizing tone, laying her hand on his right shoulder. "I wish some things were the same again too, you know? Having my little brother as the world most famous celebrity? I'm not getting use to that yet. Just do me a favor."

"What?"

"Don't take the car without permission!" she yells. "You can fly at Mach 1 and zap anywhere you want, for god's sake. You don't need this... rolling pece of crap, we do."

"You don't know that. Driving is… relaxing, it helps me clean my mind."

"Since when?"

"Since I can drive." And I can't fly just for the pleasure of it, he thinks.

"…Boys," she moans, with her arms crossed sinking in her seat.

"Also, I can only teleport myself to those places I have already been to. I can't got to somewhere I have never been, neither send somebody there."

"Not an excuse. How long until we get there?"

"About three more days. I can cut some time if I go at full speed… Which guessing by the look in your eyes, you don't want me to. But it's ok, I know you like the speed of Grandpa Fenton going to Sunday church."

"Oh great, three more days of confined and rolling passive-aggressiveness to look forward to. This road trip can't get any better."

Second Act: Road Rash

08:24 PM Local time

The sun goes down, the stars come out, the night takes over the sky over and it's time for our Fenton travelers to rest their weary heads after two hours of driving.

Danny parks the Fenton RV on the first motel he sees, one called No Tell Motel, with a glowing vacancy sign.

The two Fenton siblings walk into the motel reception to check themselves in, getting attended by the manager, a blonde lady in her mid forties with brown eyes, a few wrinkles around them and shapely body (for a woman of her age).
As soon as they walk in Danny asks for a room.

"Sorry, we full up. Won't have room for..." she pauses for a second to look at her watch"...another 20 minutes. You wait?"

"The sign says there is a vacancy." points Jazz.

"The sign says a lot of things sweetie…" Says the manager over the strange muffed noises that come out of the walls. In that moment a red light on the wall behind her goes off with a noisy ringing. "Oh, we have premature departure. You can have room now. How long you want?"

"Just 'till tomorrow." Jazz answers.

"All night?" She whistles, checking them in. "Okay. Just wait while I get you new sheets."

"What?"

"Well, who says Motel service is bad?" Danny jokes.

"You don't think...?"

"Well, what can I say? You insisted to come with me." Danny says mockingly. "Now we can't even get separate rooms 'cuz there's only one free... But no I don't think."

After changing the bedsheets and (barely) cleaning the room, the manager hands them the key to room B-23 on second floor.

"Here you got. You know you look like that guy from tv, the ghost superhero." Points the manager to Danny when handing him the keys.

"Wouldn't know what to say, I've never seen a ghost in my life," he replies.

The two brothers go to their room rather hastily, ignoring the noises coming from the walls.

"You know, I hate to share room with you." Danny says as they walk upstairs.

"What? Why?"

"I really don't like to share room with you or anyone."

"We've shared room before," points Jazz. "That shouldn't be a problem."

"Yeah we have, when I was like six and we lived a two rooms' apartment. Back when we had to share a single room, a single bathroom…"

"Back when we where closer and we shared more," she retorted with an ounce of nostalgia in her voice. "I don't see why we can't do that again. You just shared with me how you feel. I bet you never have that kind of convrsations with Sam."

"That's different, I don't have to smell you…"

"What?"

"…besides we're in a cross-country ghost-zombie hunt, what's closer and more bonding than that?"

"You're right, we're like the freaking Winchester," Jazz replies sarcastically.

"Don't think is a good comparison. Sam wouldn't give a crap about Dean if dies, if you die, I…" Danny mulls for a few seconds and says "Let's keep going."

"Wait, if I die what?

He opens the door of their room hoping to finally rest, but instead he get shocked by the worst thing he could see.

"Oh, no… no, no-no-no-no!" Danny utters repeatedly when he sees the windows blocked with bricks. "You freaking kidding me?!"

"What's wrong with you now?"

"What's wrong with me? The reason I paid for a room is because it's supposed to have bigger windows than the RV so I won't have to-I hate to share room with you," he says again. "Hold me this," says handing her his bag.

"What? You hold your own stuff." She replies throwing it on the king-size bed. "What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna fix this," he said turning his hand into a pickaxe. "Watch, I'm putting an end to all this gassy craziness before it starts, with my Pickaxe Hand!"

"Gassy craziness? What are you talking about?"

Danny reaches over the wall saying "No more farts" as he pokes the wall.

"…Ok… I don't know what you are talking about or what's got into you now... Since when can you shape your hands anyway?"

"Ah, for while now."

"A while?"

"Yeah. Not too long to say it's an old trick but not so recently to say it's brand new." Answers, barely paying attention to his sister.

"Ok that's frustratingly vague, you can tell me when your life sucks so much you have to run away from it, but not when you get new powers?"

Danny pokes the brick wall a few times, merely scratching it.

"Is not working," she points with her arms folded.

"I know it doesn't work, I can see it doesn't work! This requires something else, something with a little more firepower" says shaping his hand back into a normal fist and releasing a small high pressured green ghost ray from it in a blowtorch manner. "Now step back, this might get filthy."

Jazz stares at him peeved still with her arms folded, thinking her little brother has already lost any ounce of sanity he had.

"I'm going to take a shower." Said irritated for all of her brother's nonsense.

"'K… If you find a serial killer waiting for you in there, just yell and I'll make his face look like Myer's mask," says cutting the bricks off the wall.

"…Sure." Jazz says taking her towels and a bathrobe and walking into the bathroom.

Locked in the restroom, inside the shower Jazz was finally alone with her thoughts and in this skeevy motel in the middle of the road, she was finally away from all the madness that engulfed her life just this week.

Turning on the faucet the water falls all over her head wetting her perfect strawberry blonde hair, running down to meet with all of her shapely body, falling down her swoopy breasts, getting lower onto her slim hips and flat belly then reaching her thin thighs and long legs finally covering all of her sultry body, a body that has drawn the attention from many boys and even a few girls in the past…

Inside the shower, she was hoping to clear her thoughts as she cleans her body and find a brief moment of peace, leave her mind completely blank, free from all the problems in her life, but all that free space would leave room for more questions about her brother Danny, questions like: where did he get that light suit from and why he would not tell them anything about it? What else does he have to hide? And even worst what does he mean with "we are at war with the ghost zone"?

As Danny's big sister Jazz can't help to feel worried about him, she is to look over him and ever since the bomb Danny has been acting strange, completely out of himself -more than before since he became a celebrity- and even though he claims to be all right about Las Vegas' incident, what he said earlier on the road proved otherwise, and now she can't help but feel he needs her help more than ever before. Her only problem is she doesn't know how to help him... No, she knows what to do, how to help him, but... how could she make thing like before?

Half an hour later when Jazz comes out of the bathroom with her bathrobe and a towel bundled on her head, Danny was nearly over with the window and the floor was a dusty mess.

"You done there?" She asks.

"Yes… Almost…" He answers covered on dust, pushing the wall with his shoulder, throwing it on top of a car parked below their room, setting off the alarm. "I'm gonna get something to eat." He says ignoring the car he just smashed.

"Could you bring me a…" Danny vanished without a trace before she could finish her sentence. "I hate when he does that. Is such a jerk thing."

Back in a near gas station with a convenience store named Gaz 'N' Zip where Danny stopped for gas an hour ago, he picks up food for him and his sister, or what he considers is food, namely chocolate bars, chocolate cookies, strawberry ice cream, vanilla ice cream, salty chips, Doritos, sodas, a white chocolate box, and other kinds of junk food and things with large amounts of sugar.

When walking on the fruit section to pick up something for Jazz, he sees a little boy messing with his big sister who was no more than two or three years older than her brother and remembers the time when he and his sister use to travel with their parents and the way he use to prank and mess with her all the time putting gum on her hair, itchy dust on her pillow and poke her arm on the road. On the other hand, she would also play along putting hot sauce in his food or turning off his night light and even putting pink dyer on his shampoo.

Danny recalls those fond moments with a smile and nostalgia wishing they could live those moments again since those were the good times, when everything was normal and their lives made sense.

Danny takes his "supplies" to the register attended by a skinny guy with curly hair and deadpan face named Steve.

"Hi Steve, uh, you don't have any pie or cake… or anything sugary… other than candies?"

"Sorry, no." He answers displeasing, drawling his words.

"I'm guessing you don't have a girlfriend, either," Danny asked sarcastically.

"Sorry, no," says the same way.

"Yeah… you sure are. I guess this is everything then."

"Cash or credit?" asks the cashier putting the "supplies" in a plastic bag.

"Credit."

"Sir, your sister has your parents' credit card," Gas reminds him.

"Cash." says Danny taking out his wallet.

"That would be 368 $."

"Keep the change" says giving him four hundred dollars. "Ok thanks and… good luck with the ladies… Steve." Danny says taking his bag and teleporting back to the motel room.

"…Wow…." mumbles the cashier drawling his words.

Back at the hotel room, he appears without any warning yelling at his sister.

"Hey Jazz, I'm here! I brought you some fruit! Hope you are wearing something! I really do," he whispers to himself turning around looking for his sister.

"No need to yell, I'm right here," she says in her blue pajamas walking out of the bathroom again.

"I brought you an apple" says throwing it at Jazz.

"Thanks. What's all that?" Asks looking at the ludicrous amount of candy and junk food he bought.

"That's my food. Except for the fruits. The rabbit food is yours."

"You call that food?" Asks surprised.

"Yep. Only the finest for the finest." Answers putting the bag on one of the two night tables in the room, the one on the right side of the bed, taking out the salad chips. "What do you call it?"

"I call that a heart attack in a plastic bag.

"Don't be so… ludicrous" says opening the chips.

"You know what that means, I'm impressed."

"Sixty percent of this is air… with salt. Hardly enough to cause me any health trouble." Or to make it any worst, he thinks.

"I'm sure dad said that once… too many, you got his genes and you've already exhibit way too much of him. You know, one day you'll look back and you'll wish you had eaten some of this," says biting her apple.

"'Cuz it made wonders for Eva."

"Cute. Anyhow, I made some research on the case while you were away," says sitting on the left side of the king size bed, taking her laptop from the night table on the left. "Turns out this is not just in Salem. A few similar cases of abduction where people claims to have seen green glowing zombies have been happening on cities and states near Amity Park for the last month, and they seem to have been migrating all the way to Salem where there is the largest number of raptures and attacks so far. And two weeks ago there was an attack, a girl was seen hauling on the streets with no path, wearing the school's cheerleading squad uniform. She seemed pretty much like a zombie though nobody really cared, most people thought she was cosplaying or something."

"Cosplaying? What's wrong with people?"

"I know. Then she walks into a party and according to neighbors, minutes later green zombies appeared out of nowhere when she walked in and surrounded the house, when the kids started running out like crazy they turned into ghosts. The rest… well, we've seen enough slasher and zombie movies to know where it was going"

"Wait. You made a research on the twenty minutes I was gone and came up with all this? What a nerd you are," he mocks with a smug smile.

Jazz glowering at him says "Ha, real mature Danny."

"So… why Salem? Why is it such a hot spot? I don't think the witches' history has anything to do with it. And why the cheerleaders? I can't come up with an answer for that. Not one that makes sense anyway," says sitting next to his sister.

"I know, it doesn't make any sense" agrees Jazz. "So I kept digging, and… I got nothing except that most of the abductions and sightings happened at night. Does it makes any sense to you?"

"Only if they're sunlight intolerant… or if they turn into ghozbies at midnight like a werewolf, which as far as the G.I.W. tests can tell, is not the case-that's right I got them bugged. What about the victims? Do they have anything in common or is it just random? Maybe there is somebody yanking the strings, controlling the ghozbies."

"You mean like Technus?"

"I don't think this is him. Attacking horny teenagers and cheerleaders is not his style, but neither was using zombies though, maybe if we can find a connection between the victims we can figure who is controlling the chompers."

"Why are you so convinced someone is controlling them?"

"Is the only thing that makes sense… barely. 'Cuz let me tell you, ghouls attacking cheerleaders doesn't make any sense, sounds like the lousy-ass plot for a comic. So, the only explanation I can come up with is that, someone somehow is able to control the zombies like Technus does killing for some pitty-ass vendetta. And if we can find something the victims had in common we can start a profile for our unsub."

"Using the brain, eh? Looking fort a pattern just like a real cop would do? Who is the nerd now?" says Jazz glad to see her brother using his brain and not his fists for a change.

"Give me a break, I just watched a whole season of 'Criminal Minds'. But that's gonna be my new angle now, using the brain rather than just slugout things."

"I see…" she says typing on her keyboard.

"You know me, always working the angles…" he yawns feeling tired. "Why don't you work on that while I… rest for a while? …All this driving got me tired," he yawns again. "You know, this road trip reminds me of the old days… when we used to travel with mom and dad… when things were normal…" he yawns falling asleep on his sister's shoulder.

"Yes, it is just like the old days." Jazz said with a smile looking at her little brother as he sleeps on her shoulder like he used to do as a child.

No Tell Motel

September 1

08:16 AM

Danny wakes up from a sound sleep, in his motel room by the sunlight streaming into his room through the handmade window, on the same bed with his sister with his arm around her cuddling and moaning placidly with a wide smile whilst drooling on his pillow.

The moment he opens his eyes he gazes at his sister's orange hair and realizes among some things he is cuddling her. Quickly he jumps out of bed yelling disgusted, shocked and angry.

"Danny… what the hell…?" She asks waking up with half her brain still sleeping.

"I just woke up… in bed… with... you… and I was cuddling. Eeewww. This is exactly why I hate to share room with you" says angry and disgusted.

"Oh, grow up." Says stretching her arms.

"How am I ever going to un-remember this?

"Yeah… While you are on it… you got dry saliva on your chin," she points getting out of bed.

"What?" He asks touching his face. "Now that's nasty."

09:00 AM

Danny and Jazz drive to the closest truck stop to breakfast before they get going again. While on the way Jazz becomes afflicted by an intense itching around her legs and thighs, and wouldn't stop scratching, specially her butt.

"Geez Jazz, you look like a monkey scratching your butt that way," points Danny holding his laugh as they walk into the dinner.

"Argh. I don't know what's wrong. I think I'm allergic to our soap…" retorted as she scratched her legs effusively. "Or maybe there was something in our bed. I knew we shouldn't trust that motel."

"Sure, it must be that. Probably nothing to do with your pants," he answers grinning proudly as they take a seat in a table next to a wall with a witch clock on it.

As they sit, Jazz asks "You-did you do something to my pants?!"

"Your pants? Oh, hell no! I would never do that."

"But you did something, didn't you?"

"Who's there to say Jazz? It's not like someone could see me dusting your panties with itching powder while you were in the shower," he answers almost laughing.

"You what?! Why would you do such thing?" She asked scratching inside her thighs.

"Do what? I didn't do anything." Says holding his laugh.

"Man, we're not kids anymore, Danny. We're not gonna start that crap up again."

"Start what up?"

"That... prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates! Did you forget how it ended last time, didn't you?!"

"No, it didn't end as much as mom and dad had to intervene when I put Nair in your shampoo."

"And I made you look like a ghost by putting green ink your liquid body soap and mom and dad almost shoot you thinking you were a ghost."

"Yes, yes you did. Those were the days, weren't they? Really, good times those."

"Stupid time those! Why would you want that again?"

"Well, I felt... naughty, just like the old days."

"And your first thought, your first instinct was dust my underwear with itching powder?"

"Yep. So… what you gonna do now?" Asked with smug grin pulling a string from the witch clock on the wall making the witch laugh. "Mom is not here to stop me and rant about it."

"Oh is that so?" Asks turning off the witch.

"Yep"

Jazz leans glaring at him. "Then it's on!"

"No, now it's on," he said turning on the clock's laughing again.

"All right. Just remember you started it." Jazz warns him.

"Oh ho, bring it on baldy."

With those words they mark the overdue continuation of their last prank war being this fight the reason why their parents wouldn't take them on road trips more often -if not ever again- even though the family car is actually a (weaponized) Recreational Vehicle. This was the first time Danny had pranked her in almost eight years, and he was eager to see what she had for him, he wanted to go all the way through with it for long has been since these sibling have played with each other as brothers.

Soon after they sat down a brunette teenage waitress took their orders. They both asked for a portion of waffles and in the twenty minutes it took their order to be ready, Jazz goes to the RV to change her underwear and wash the itching powder off. Needles to say she was mad at Danny for doing such thing and was already planning her retaliation. Much to Danny's surprise, she put Fenton Super Glue in his waffles while he was looking at the waitress' rear, thus gluing his mouth.

"Yeah, that's what you get for looking at another girl's butt, lil' brother." Jazz says with a mug grin, turning on the witch clock so it would laugh at him. "Will you be eating those waffles?...say what you want, but I will be taking the waffles," said as he mumbles muffed rants, taking Danny's portion.

10:24 AM

Jazz and Danny get back rolling only this time Jazz was at the wheel sharing with Danny what she discovered last night while he slept after Danny unglued his mouth with his ghost powers and continue the research on her laptop using his suit's wi-fi (even though he wasn't transformed), trying to put some sense to these ghost-zombies attacks.

"So there is no real connection to the victims?" He asks sitting with his face in the laptop, typing hastily and with his mouth sore and his tongue peeled.

"Only one, most of the victims were at a party when they got attacked. Other than that, none that I could see," she answers. "The only victims with another connection besides loving parties are the cheerleaders and football players from Salem. They all attended to the same school and most of them where at that party I told about."

"Damn it! This can't be it. Hhhhmmm… what do cheerleaders and athletes have in common? I mean other than they would only have sex with each other of course…" he wonders getting a dirty look from his sister. "Well whatever it is, I'm sure is not their brains they ate them for."

"Maybe there isn't a connection. They're zombies after all. They don't think, they act based on instinct." Jazz points. "Or that's what every crappy zombie movie says anyway."

"So their instincts tell them to eat cheerleaders even if their one of them? Well that is winner."

"Hey is not an exact science."

"Yeah, but then why would they all migrate to this particular place?-Oh check out this, last night there was another ghozbie attack at another party in, wait for it… the middle of the woods."

"You kidding me?! How-? Why would they even-? …Who are the victims?"

"This time… horny teenagers from Salem. I think they're lowering their standard, not even wannabe cheerleaders."

"Could you be more specific?"

"I could but those are too many names."

"What were they doing in the middle of the woods?"

"One of the survivors-the only of the three survivors that can talk so far-says they were there to have a 'memorial party' for their lost friends when one of them. a cheerleader, came out of the threes followed by a horde of chompers behind just like the last time, and then, well you can imagine what comes next. Still think there's not a connection? 'Cuz I'm pretty sure that's not a coincidence that is pretty much the same modus operandi last horde used in the attack."

"Come take the wheel." Orders Jazz.

Danny gets up walking toward the driver seat asking "Why?"

"'Cause we need to get there fast and I don't want to break the speed the limit."

"So you ask me to do it? First you super-glue my mouth and now this? Who are you and what did you do with the real Jazz?-You know what? Forget it, I like you better."

"Yeah well, enjoy me as long as I last… That didn't sound as I mean it."

Danny laughs "I'm sure it didn't."