A/N: Oh my god, TWO updates in one day, that's so totally MENTAL.
AHEM: I edited this.
Shawn had a dilemma. It was nothing liked he'd ever faced before- he had to make the impossible choice.
Gus's voice, laced with annoyance, broke through his inner turmoil. "Hurry up, Shawn! My hands are cramping up."
Shawn glanced at his buddy, who was currently holding three baskets crammed with about 20 pounds of candy.
"Man, don't rush me! I need to pick- Original Skittles or Tropical Skittles?"
"Does it matter? Why do you need all this candy anyway?"
Shawn gasped, offended. "Halloween's this Friday, dude! Have you forgotten? Plus, you can never have too much candy."
"You know that's right." Gus set the baskets down to fist bump Shawn. "Get tropical. It has blue Skittles."
Shawn obliged and they rushed to the self-checkout.
"I've got this sweet plan," Shawn explained as they started piling bags onto the counter. "Instead of going trick-or-treating and enduring countless people who'll question my age and intention, I'll get all this candy and mix it all up, so it seems like I just went trick-or-treating."
Shawn pressed a few buttons on the screen, and turned to Gus when it asked for a credit card.
Gus rolled his eyes, but brought out his wallet. "Since when do you care what others think of you?"
"Well... What if Jules finds out? Plus, its just less effort this way."
Gus couldn't argue with that knowledge. "Know what you're dressing up as on Monday?"
"I was thinking of going as Lassie. You?"
Gus shrugged. "Doctor."
"Man, you do that every year!" Shawn shook his head. "Anyway, I hope Halloween's scary this year."
"Be careful what you wish for," Gus warned.
"Man, don't get all karma-freaky on me now."
They walked out of the store, weighed down by numerous bags.
Danny had a serious problem.
He was strapped down in a seat, sitting next to a screaming Jazz. Clutching the edges of his seat, he gritted his teeth, and didn't dare look out the window.
His dad had to stop driving the GAV, especially on road trips.
Which brought Danny straight back to his problem.
School was still going on, but his parents had suddenly announced that the Fenton family was travelling to California. And not even San Diego, California or Los Angeles, California.
Santa Barbara, California.
Danny wished that he didn't have to leave. What if Amity Park couldn't take care of itself without him? What if Sam or Tucker got hurt? ("Don't worry, Danny!" they'd assured him numerous times.) But still!
And the worst question in the back of his mind: What if he meets another ghost?
This isn't going to be fun, he thought darkly.