Um, hi...
I know, I know, I must be crazy starting a whole 'nother story, when I have three I need to be working on.
But I don't care.
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMED.
"Danny! I'm so sorry man! I heard they are looking for it, but-"
"Tuck? It's like three in the morning, what's going on?" Danny said sleepily into the receiver, his voice scratchy as if he just woke up. Which he probably did.
"You haven't heard yet? But man, aren't you supposed to be the space nerd? I thought you would be like, sobbing over your tiny models of the Apollo program or something-"
"Tucker, tell me what's going on or I'm hanging up." Danny threatened.
"Fine, fine. Someone stole the moon." Tucker said.
There was a beat of silence. Then another. Then a shaky "What?"
"Somebody stole the moon. It's no longer in the sky."
There was a click, then the monotone.
Tucker laughed nervously, then looked back at the desktop that was playing video footage from when the moon disappeared (Why exactly someone was video taping the moon at two o'clock in the morning on a Monday, he had no idea), and paused the video, before flopping on his bed and falling asleep.
Maybe someone will find it tomorrow.
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"Danny! Danny, there's something we need to tell you," Jazz knocked on his door the next day, sounding urgent. "Danny!"
"Jazz, I swear if this is some crap story about the moon disappearing, I'm staying in here. In my warm bed. Enjoying this so-far ghost free day." A irritated mumble came through the door, and Jazz bit her lip.
"Danny? Just turn on the news, then."
Through the door, she heard the TV click on, and the theme song of a popular cartoon blast through the speakers.
"It's a hundred and four days of summer vacation-"
Click.
"Oh, Jeffery, please stay! The other five boys didn't mean anything to-"
Click.
"-Breaking News Update on the status of the so-called "Moon-Theif-"
Click.
"Danny! Go back to that one!" Jazz said through the door, this time knocking so he would wake up if he fell back asleep again.
Click.
"-Reports saying that the moon seemed to have shrunk before disappearing for good-"
"Stay there!" Jazz said.
"I am, keep your head..." Danny trailed off. "The moon really was stolen?"
"Yeah, last night! It just disappeared!" Jazz said in awe, unaware to Danny just inside the door hugging a model rocket to his heart.
"We will reply the best footage again." The Newscaster said just as Jazz walked inside the door. She caught sight of the familiar footage of the moon disappearing into nothing (Which had already played several times on all news channels, to the point that she had memorized it)
"It was really stolen? This isn't a prank?" Danny stuttered out, looking like his best friend had just dropped dead.
"Yeah. I'm so sorry Danny, but-"
"We have to go find it!" Danny exclaimed, cutting Jazz off. He jumped to his feet and started pacing around the room. "We have too!"
"Danny, I'm sure that everyone is doing what they can-"
"But they don't have ghost powers, do they?" Danny grinned.
"Danny, how are you going to use your powers to find it? Fly around in space until you find a speck of moon dust and follow the trail? Because unless your ghost sense can track moons, it will be kinda useless." Jazz pointed out.
Danny sat down on his bed, his chin resting in his hands. "I think I have an idea..."