Ha! I told you guys I could write something other than angst! Anyway, as this description states, Savant Par needs more love so that's exactly what I'm giving it-althoughthishonestlydoesn'thavemuchbesidessomepret tyheavyhandedhintstoit *clears throat*

And I know it isn't anywhere near Halloween anymore but that's when I started writing this. Oh yeah, and in this, there are a few OCs, but they're not main characters or anything, so don't worry.

But about the chapter: remember in Million Dollar ghost how Tucker said something about touring all the haunts they discovered in Amity? Because I do. That's all I have to say really. That's the prompt. I didn't make up the Boo Yeah Ghost tours or anything. That was Tucker's idea. Yeah..

Danny was sick and tired of it. After a day of near continuous ghost fighting, he just wanted to go to sleep. Even if it was only 7:30.

That's why he nearly blew up his cell phone when it starting to ring.

Growling in frustration, he picked up the phone and glared hazily at the caller ID.

"God, Tucker, what do you want?" Danny hissed out. "Some people are trying to sleep at this hour."

There was a long pause at the other end of the line. "It's only 7 o'clock though." He heard Tucker mutter. "Anyway, I kinda need your help."

The ghost boy groaned. "What do you want?"

"Well, apparently that brochure I handed out got a little more popular than I thought. I can handle 5 people, but there are like, 20 or 30 here, I think."

HIs eyebrows creased for a moment as he struggled to remember what Tucker was talking about... Oh, that's right; his idea to tour people around the haunts in Amity so he could make a little money off the ghostly population. What had he called it again? Boo-Yeah Tours or something?

"And you want me to help you keep everyone there safe from the ghosts, I'm assuming?" He said flatly.

He could hear the excitement in his best friends as he nearly shouted through the speaker. "Thank you!" Danny winced at the volume. "I'll cut you some of the cash I make, but come over here quick, I think they're getting impatient."

He muttered something about 'never saying he would go' before asking, "Where are you?"

"At the park's entrance. Bye!" Then Tucker hung up.

'Maybe I should just not go.' Danny thought as he sluggishly dragged himself out of his bed. 'I'd really get it the next I see him, though…' Sighing, he scooped his jacket off the floor, slipped it on, and headed to the park.

After flying to the nearest hiding place outside the park, Danny transformed back to his human form and jogged to the entrance, pausing as he saw the large group of people. "Damn, Tucker wasn't exaggerating." It took him a second, but he finally located his friend among the crowd.

Walking up behind the techno geek, Danny jokingly whispered in his ear. "Boo!" Tucker nearly jumped out of his skin. "Holy cra- Danny! Don't do that!"

The ghost boy laughed. "That was payback for keeping me from getting some sleep."

Tucker rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, I'm sorry from interrupting your nap. Now," He said turning to face the crowd. "Who's ready to see some ghosts?" He announced, raising his voice.

There was a mixed reaction of silence, and a few people muttering things like 'finally'. Danny frowned as his best friend's face fell a little.

After a little bit of hesitation, he said, "Okay, the first stop is Black Aggie's garden. Follow me!" He declared, before walking forward and motioning for the others to follow.

Danny's eyebrows creased. "Are you sure?" He whispered. "Aggie was pretty nasty."

Tucker laughed a little. "Relax, she was more terrifying than actually dangerous, you know? Besides, you're here."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess…"

'But, still. If she does attack, there's not much I can do as Danny Fenton… I'd have to blow my secret to protect even one of these people.'

The walk there was short, and uneventful. Soon, the group arrived at an old farmhouse that looked unnatural among the newer apartment buildings in downtown. It had high, stone walls surrounding the small property, and a gate closing off the entire thing.

Of course, the small building had been abandoned at this point, but that didn't stop curious kids from entering the property. And, you know, getting the shit scared outta them. The house itself isn't haunted- it's the garden behind it that is.

The crowd's idle chatting died down as we approached the farmhouse, the structure's eerie air quieting them. Tucker let them stare at it for a moment, before clearing his throat and turning to face them. He gestured for them to come closer. Once they were close enough to hear, he started to speak in a low voice.

"50 years ago, this house was owned by a little girl and her family. That little girl was named Aggie. After living in the house for a year, a mysterious bronze statue of a grieving angel appeared in the back garden. When Aggie went to tell her parents about it, and they went outside to investigate, the statue had disappeared." He paused for effect. "The angel continued to torment Aggie, however. It would always lurk at the corner of her vision while they were in the garden, but whenever she pointed it out to her mother and father, it would vanish."

Even Danny had to admit that Tucker's telling of the story sent a chill chasing down his spine. Even though he knew it was all absolute bullshit. Black Aggie was merely one of the weaker ghosts that fled to the human world to escape from the Ghost Zone horrible pecking order. She took the form of a statue that looked like a crying angel, and would scare the crap outta anyone who entered her garden. As a result, she had the whole building to herself- at least most of the time.

Tucker continued to tell his story, and I could tell that a few people had already wet themselves, even though we handed even entered the property yet. He finished it off, saying something about how "her soul still inhabits the property, waiting to take her next victim, just like the statue did to her…" He drunk in the disturbed faces of his audience, before cheerfully proclaiming, "Now, let's go inside!" and marching inside the decrepit farmhouse.

Short chapter, I know! But! this isn't too long so hopefully I can at least make another chapter before I get bored out of my mind. Sigh.