A book on ghosts have Danny and Jazz wondering about things better left alone.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Phantom.


"Hey, Danny," Jazz grinned, capturing Danny's attention by shoving a book into his face. "I think this may be of interest to you."

"Ghosts and the paranormal: A guide for the haunted citizen? Where do you get this stuff?" Danny immediately abandoned his homework on the living room table, taking hold of the tome.

"You'd be surprised at the number of ghost-themed shops that have sprung up in Amity recently. That's by the GiW, but it's one of their more... reliable publications. Most of the other ones I found would probably give Mom and Dad some ideas for ghost-hunting, or keep extolling the evils of Inviso-Bill. This will at least give you a laugh." Jazz settled herself down onto the sofa next to Danny, who was flipping through the pages of the book.

He raised an eyebrow. "Ghosts are an odd manifestation of ectoplasmic energy and post-human consciousness? Have these guys ever heard of plagiarism before? Most ghosts have an obsession, which is what keeps them in the real world. That would explain Plasmius, the Box Ghost, or the Lunch Lady, but how about Clockwork and Wulf, and ghosts like them?"

"Ghosts? Did anyone say ghosts? I'll get them with the Jack o' Nine Tails!"

"Jack, dearie, could you come back here and help me with the ectoplasm sample testing? We'll need this done in time to finish repairing the Fenton Finder!"

When their orange-jumpsuit-clad parent had disappeared back into the basement, both siblings breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait..." Danny frowned. "If this book is right, and all ghosts have an obsession..."

"And Dad and Mom already have an obsession..." Jazz continued, eyes growing wider with every word.

"Which is ghosts, or to atomize ghosts and study their remains..."

"Plus with Plasmius, we already know that whatever warped obsessions present are amplified when a person turns into a ghost..."

"That means that when Mom and Dad do become ghosts..."

The Fenton siblings stared at each other, then dropped their heads down onto the table simultaneously.

"Let's not ever mention this again." Danny's voice was muffled. "Too brain-damaging. They're bad enough as it is now, but when they're let loose onto the Ghost Zone..."

"Agreed." Jazz was equally mortified. "This conversation officially never happened."