"Danny. This is becoming a real problem."

Danny Fenton sat on the living room couch in silence, looking down at his knees with guilt as his mother scolded him for coming home after curfew. Again.

"You're constantly late coming home," his mother continued. Behind her, Danny's father had shoved himself inside the new ghost catching machine he was working on, the annoying sound of a wrench and bolt lingering in the air around Maddie's scolding. He peeled himself away from his work to peer around the machine and glare at his son.

"You're shirking from your chores," he said.

"Your grades are slipping,"

"You're shirking from your chores,"

His father's last comment grabbed Danny's attention and he looked up in confusion, "You already said chores."

"I know, but when you don't do them, I get stuck with them."

Danny suppressed his eye twitching in frustration and took a deep breath to calm himself, "Look, I'm under a lot of pressure. You two have no idea what it's like to be a kid today."

Mrs. Fenton wasn't buying it, "Come on, Danny, that's the oldest excuse in the book. There's nothing you're going through that your father and I didn't go through when we were your age."

Danny sighed, accepting defeat as he leaned on the arm of the couch. He had a scowl on his face, knowing there was nothing that he could say that would get him out of this one. Though he stiffened when something didn't feel right. He looked down and found that his arm had phased through the couch. He sucked in a breath and pulled out his arm, willing it to be whole again and looking around to see if anyone noticed, muttering under his breath, "Yeah? Well, I beg to differ." He slumped.

The soft thud of a book closing pulled his attention to his sister who had been sitting quietly with a large book, reading in the armchair next to him. By the look on her face, Danny could tell that she was in full on psychologist-mode and he took a deep breath, preparing for whatever theory she'd come up with this time as to why he was acting out.

"The reason Danny doesn't think you can relate to him is that you never take the time to tell him about your childhood." She explained.

"Jazz!" Danny protested, but it was no use. Jazz was in too deep and there was no stopping her now.

"Have you ever told him how you met? About your first date? Where you went to college?"

Danny tried to stop her but when their father stepped away from his machine with a broad smile on his face, Danny knew he was doomed to whatever scheme his sister had put into motion.

"You know, Jasmine, that's a great idea!" Jack exclaimed, tapping his chin in thought.

"It is?" Jazz questioned, surprised by her father's cooperation.

"What is?" Maddie said, unsure where this conversation was going.

"This is!" Jack pulled a flyer from his pocket in excitement, pulling his wife in close, "You can come with your mother and I to our college reunion."

"I…can?" Danny stuttered.

Jazz got up close to the flyer and muttering the words written on it to herself, "Wisconsin?"

"Sure," Jack said, "My old pal Vlad is throwing a huge shindig there. We'll take the RV so the whole family can go together. You can learn more about your mother's and my college days, and while we drive, I can blather on about ghosts!"

A loud ding interrupted Jack as the machine he'd been working out began convulsing. The Fenton's all turned to it just as a bit of ectoplasmic goo shot out of the side, hitting Jazz square in the face. She obviously wasn't happy about it, unlike her father who laughed proudly, "It works! I can't wait to blather on about that, too!"

The next thing Danny and Jazz knew, they were sitting in the back of their parents' RV on their way to Wisconsin. Though admittedly, the RV looked more like some sort of military assault vehicle than a recreational camping vehicle.

"How does this happen?" Jazz moaned and gave her brother a sideways glance, "You goof up, and I have to spend four days jammed in the Fenton Ghost RV?"

"That's the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle, folks." Their father corrected her from the driver's seat, "Every button in this baby is a ghost's worst nightmare."

Danny groaned, "I need some air."

He moved his hand towards a row of red switches next to him and his sister gasped, warning him not to press any of the buttons, but it was too late. He'd already hit about three of the switches, causing the RV to put a hole through a tree, turn a flying duck into an ice cube, and electrify a man driving next to them before a loose hose spat ectoplasmic goo on Jazz's face again as she and Danny watched from the window. Her eyebrows lowered in anger and she started grumbling to herself.

"I'll get you for this."

That night, the four of them crammed into the one bed in the RV after parking it at a truck stop a little ways out from their destination. Maddie was already fast asleep, tucked in between her husband and her daughter. Danny and Jazz were squeezed together at the end, the most miserable they had ever been as their father advised them to get some rest before finishing up their journey tomorrow.

"I want the entire Fenton clan bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when we meet Masters tomorrow." He said, clutching onto his teddy bear.

"Wait, wait, wait." Jazz stopped him, "Masters? As in Vlad Masters – who was named "Affluence" magazine's billionaire of the year?"

"That's the guy! In college, he was my best friend. We were very popular guys. Roommates, lab partners, we did everything together…until the thick fingers of fate stuck themselves right in Vlad's eyes. Your mother and I were working on a prototype of the Ghost Portal, but Vlad didn't think it would work. When I turned it on for the first time, Vlad was blasted with some of the misfire. He was hospitalized with a horrible case of ecto-acne. It devastated him. And killed his social life. We haven't spoken since that day. But the good news is, I think after all these years, he's finally forgiven me."

Danny and Jazz weren't so sure about their father's words, but tried to get as much sleep as they could, despite the cramped space and their father's snoring. And just as they suspected, the sun came too early for the both of them and their parents got them up and back on the road. It didn't take them long to arrive at a castle sized mansion, decorated in gold and green banners on the outside. The family exited the vehicle and approached the front door, greeting by a tall, handsome man with a long face and long white hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail. He was dressed in a nicely tailored suit and had a warm smile on his face as he stepped out of the shadows to meet them.

"Jack," he started, "and Maddie! You've never looked lovelier, my dear. Please, please, come in."

Masters led Maddie, Jazz, and Danny into his home, closing the door in Jack's face just as he was about to follow his family inside. He called out to his friend on the other side but it seemed as if no one could hear him. Vlad, Maddie, Jazz, and Danny stopped just inside the door, allowing them to get a good look at the foyer that was decked out in footballs, helmets, uniforms, posters, you name it. And all of it was gold and green.

"What's with all the green and gold?" Jazz asked, "You're a billionaire. Surely you could afford an interior designer."

"Jazz, hello?" Danny said, "Football helmets, jerseys, cheeseheads. He's a Packers fanatic."

Danny smiled proudly at his deduction skills and Vlad placed a hand on his head, "Fanatic is such a negative word. But, yes."

"I don't understand. You have billions of dollars. Instead of buying this stuff, why don't you just buy the team?" Jazz questioned.

"Because the Packers are owned by the city of Green Bay, and they won't sell them to me!" He yelled, clearly heated about the subject. The three Fenton's exchanged awkward glances before Vlad regained his composure and turned to Maddie with a bright smile, "One of two things my wealth has not as of yet been able to acquire."

The silence was only broken by Masters' creepy chuckle and Danny turned to his sister, "Is he hitting on Mom?"

"As long as he's got working toilets and Mom says no, who cares?"

Jazz walked off as Maddie tried to stutter her way out of the tense interaction between herself and her old college friend. She finally excused herself, claiming the need to go let her husband into the mansion, leaving Danny alone with Mr. Masters. He noticed a football nearby that was not guarded by a glass case and he approached it, praising it as Vlad joined him.

"Yes, indeed." Vlad said, "This ball was autographed by the legendary Ray Nitschke himself. It's my prized possession."

Danny was so invested in what Masters was saying that he didn't even notice his father coming up behind Vlad with a mischievous smile on his face. By the time he finally noticed him, it was too late, and all Danny could do was watch on in horror.

"Heads up, V-Man!" Jack shouted before tackling Vlad to the ground, almost crushing the ball Vlad was so proud of. Jack laughed, getting to his feet with the ball in hand and a broad grin on his face, "I see you've still got the old moves."

"Give me that!" Vlad stood and snatched the ball out of Jack's hands, marching himself over to replace it to its pedestal before turned to wave his finger at Jack in anger, "I never had any old moves! All those years in the hospital robbed me of that!"

The Fenton's looked on at him with almost terrified expressions and Masters attempted to compose himself, "Yes. But it gave me time to chart out a course for my life, didn't it? Make some decisions that helped to make me very wealthy very quickly. And it never would have happened without you, Jack."

"Um, is everything okay?"

A new voice came from behind them and everyone looked towards the staircase. A young girl, probably around Danny's age was halfway down the steps. Mr. and Mrs. Fenton blinked and looked at Vlad, obviously thinking the same thing and Vlad cleared his throat to explain.

"Everything is fine, Kimberly. But please, come down and greet our guests."

The girl, Kimberly gave a small smile and jogged down the remaining steps, joining Vlad who placed his hands on her shoulders, "Jack, Maddie, kids, I would like you to meet my niece, Kimberly. She's lived with me since she was very young. Kimberly, this is Jack, and his wife Maddie, and their children, Daniel and Jasmine."

"Hey, guys." Kimberly waved and the Fenton's returned the favor. She looked like a very sweet girl, with long flowing blonde hair and bright blue eyes with freckles dotting her cheeks. She was the epitome of teen girl with a purple midriff and stylish jeans. She reminded Danny a little of Paulina, only with paler skin and a kinder smile.

"It's wonderful to meet you, dear, but maybe we should go." Maddie suggested.

Danny noticed that Kimberly's face dropped a little and Vlad immediately began to back pedal, "No, no! You should stay with me! That's the whole reason I'm throwing the reunion here in my castle – previously home to the legendary Wisconsin Dairy King – just so I could reconnect with you, Jack. I insist you stay."

Vlad threw his arm around Jack's shoulders and Jack chuckled, "Well, I don't know. We do have a really cool RV."

Jazz started to panic, thinking quickly, she coughed over her words, "Let's stay here!"

Kimberly covered her lips to stifle a giggle and Danny eyed his sister, obviously impressed, "Smooth."

"I'm sure Kimberly and Jasmine and Daniel would enjoy, as the kids say, 'hanging out'. And you know, Jack." Vlad ignored the children's banter, continuing in his efforts to convince Jack to stay in the castle, "The Dairy King's ghost could haunt these very halls."

That did it.

"I'll get the bags!"

Kimberly, or Kimmy as she preferred to be called, was a fairly sound sleeper. She could sleep through most things: storms, people talking, even her own alarm on occasion. So, she was completely surprised to find that a loud banging woke her up in the middle of the night. Granted she hadn't been sleeping well to begin with. The whole encounter between her uncle and his old college friend, Jack didn't feel right. Her uncle was acting weirder than normal, which was pretty darn weird to begin with. After convincing Jack and his family to stay in the castle with her uncle and herself, Kimmy had helped the Fenton's settle into their guest rooms. Her uncle had suggested that once the kids were done, she should give them a tour of the castle. She, of course, was happy to. She took them to one of her private rooms where they could hang out in peace without the adults hovering over them and they really had a nice afternoon. Kimmy really enjoyed being able to talk to kids her own age for once. They never got much company and with her being homeschooled, and the only social interaction she really got was what little she spoke to her uncle. Her uncle was a kind man to her, taking her in when she lost her parents and allowing her to stay here in the castle with him. But he was not a very personable man. He mostly kept to himself and allowed her to do as she pleased, save for a few rules. She had a curfew, like most kids her age, but the other rules included "forbidden rooms", and certain topics of conversation that she wasn't allowed to talk about. One being: ghosts. Though she never could figure out why.

Kimmy pulled the covers back and swung her feet off her bed to investigate the noises that persisted outside of her door. She padded across the room, quietly opening the door just enough so that she could see into the hall. At first, she didn't see anything. And the more she started to think about it, she found it a little strange that no one else got up to check on all the racket that was happening. But then she saw it, or rather, him. She gasped when a boy with white hair, covered in cuts and bruises and glowing green blood came flying from her uncle's study down the hall. His black hazmat suit was ripped to shreds and he wasn't moving. Alex held her breath, trying to decide what she should do. When after a few moments, he still didn't move, she started to open her bedroom door a little wider. But she stopped herself when the boy was joined by a tall man, dressed in an all-white suit and white cape. His skin was an eerie blue and his eyes were glowing red. A chill went down Kimmy's spine and she stayed put, watching from a safe distance. The man stood over the boy, a gleaming grin plastered on his face in victory. Who were these people? Nobody Kimmy had ever seen before. Surely, they weren't guests for the college reunion. Kimmy was pulled from her thoughts when a bright blue ring encircled the unconscious boy's torso, pulling apart and changing him. Kimmy's eyes grew wide when it was none other than Danny Fenton lying in the white-haired boy's place. The man standing over him seemed just as stunned, his jaw going slack.

"The Ghost Boy is Jack's son?" he said. He stood a moment, thinking of his next move, when a very similar black ring appeared around him, separating with a whir and changing him as well. And Kimmy couldn't believe what she was seeing.

That evil looking man was her own uncle.