Me: No.
Danny: Say it, or I'll tell everyone you ate meat yesterday.
Me:NOO! All of my fellow vegetarians will SHUN me!
Danny: Then SAY IT!
Me:. . . . I don't own it.
Danny: You don't own What?
Me: I don't own DP.
Danny: There's a good vegetarian. On with the story!
Danny Fenton stormed up the stairs to his house, eyes flashing. His parents had - once again - stormed into his school on a "Mission". Yea, right. A mission to embarrass him and ruin his social life. What a disaster. As he slammed the front door shut and tossed his bag on the couch, his eyes scanned the living room / kitchen. It was empty. And yet he could hear his parents in the basement easily; chatter and the sound of ectoblasts shattered the quiet. "Mom? Dad?" he hissed loudly, grabbing a glass of water.
"Hi, Honey!" his mother's voice. Muffled from the padding on the door, but still his mother's voice. "Come look what we caught!"
Danny spewed water, choking from his mother's words. Caught. Not found. Caught.
This couldn't be good.
Opening the door to the basement/lab, another bad sign took place - his ghost sense went off as he rushed down the stairs. Crud.
As he turned his head to see the terrifying scene in front of him, he got a wrenching feeling in his gut. The feeling that can only come with Blood and torture.