Author's Note: BY READING THIS STORY YOU HAVE GIVEN ME TEMPORARY CONTROL OF YOUR MIND
Ehem, I don't own Danny Phantom. But in case Butch Hartman drops in, that isn't Danny tied up in my closet. WINK, WINK. (slips you a twenty under the table) Now on with Riptide!
Chapter 1: Ghosts on the Freeway
"This is a traffic update from the team at G6ho, Oldies Radio, and Now to Mary with the sky cam. Well Bob, Route twenty-six to Hamlet's Cove is backed up as far as the eye can see we're talking bumper to bumper – Oh my goodness, what the hell is that? I mean we've just had a view of a white RV chasing I mean flying behind a large ghost! I mean, behind some sort of large dragonish type thing! This is something I'd expect in Amity Park…not on a freeway. Holy s!"
"Hold on kids!" Jack Fenton stepped on the gas pedal of the Fenton RV clearly not noticing the dozens of cars he had just skimmed the roof off of. His wife, Maddie Fenton leaned out the window and took aim at the dragon they were pursuing with a large, freaky gun.
"Jack, sweetie, I need more altitude!"
"Coming right up!"
With a sudden lurch in speed, he picked the RV up slamming the rear passengers out of their seats and onto the floor.
"Dad! Do you realize the brain damage we might have…?"
Jazz Fenton was cut out of her complaint by another large lurch this time throwing her into the back wall of the RV. Several screams followed by a loud explosion made it clear the Fentons had missed their target. In the back seat Danny Fenton struggled to untangle himself from his friends, Sam and Tucker- both had been thrown upon him by the sudden lurch.
"Danny, why aren't you going ghost?"
Sam said, partly muffled due to the fact she was under a large pile of human limbs,
"You could defeat this ghost a lot faster then your parents!"
"Yeah!"
added Tucker, just as another lurch threw them forward,
"I can't take this much longer!"
"Don't you think they'd notice if I suddenly disappeared?"
Danny said, as another huge lurch threw them forward and threw his sister Jazz right onto the front dashboard.
"Well, that might distract them."
Danny grabbed the Fenton thermos out of a bag near his head and said,
"I'm going gho…"
but suddenly stopped when he realized who was on top of him, whose face was inches from his own. Sam blinked and suddenly realized where she was. She and Danny both scrambled apart at the same time. There was an awkward silence. "Uhh... Going Ghost!" Danny finished and proceeded to kick some ghost butt.