"Beat you again, Skulker!" Danny had lasered off one of Skulker's mechanical legs with a two-fingered ecto-blast. The ends of his gloved fingers were still smoking green; he mimicked a gun, drew it to his lips and blew on the 'barrel', making the smoke disappear. "It's just getting easier and easier."
"Don't get too cocky, ghost-child." Skulker retorted. "No matter how many times you suck us into that ridiculous Thermos of yours, we'll keep coming back."
"Then I'll just keep defeating you." Danny shrugged, took out the Thermos and sucked Skulker in. "That was easy."
His ghost sense went off again. Danny groaned, turned around, and found himself getting mauled by a large ghost dog.
At this rate, he'd never get home in time for his curfew. Danny concentrated his power in his hands and blast-shoved the dog off with considerable effort. The dog landed on all fours and growled.
"Don't only cats do that?" Danny began to float. The dog lunged at him, but before it got too far, a blue light surrounded the dog. Sam sucked the ghost into her Thermos.
"Nice one, Sam!" Danny gave the thumbs up. "Now, we should go-"
His ghost sense went, again.
"Oh, brilliant," Sam's eyebrows drooped. "I wasn't planning to sleep tonight anyway."
~Line Break~
"There's just more and more ghosts around!" Danny was ranting to his sister, Jazz, the next day. At least it was a weekend. "And no way of getting rid of them permanently. Can't they just stay out, for one day?"
"There is Christmas coming up." Jazz pointed out. Her brother was not satisfied.
"That's one day! One day! Not to mention that any one of them could easily break it. What do they want?"
Jazz didn't answer. She had suddenly developed a very large smile on her face.
"Jazz?" Danny noticed the expression. "Do you have some sort of idea?"
"Maybe," Jazz spoke slowly. "that's exactly what you need to do. Give them what they want."
"What are you talking about?" Danny crossed his arms. "Half of them want world dominion, half of them want to waste me and one of them wants to skin me and hang me up on their wall."
"They're angry spirits, Danny." Jazz picked up a book. "Take Desiree. She had everything she wanted stolen from her by some Sultan's wife."
"So you're saying that I go around and the Ghost Zone and start playing Santa Clause." Danny arched an eyebrow.
Jazz shrugged. "If that's how you want to think about it. But if the current method of fighting everything isn't working, maybe you should try a new one."