I own nothing.

Dash went outside to see that no one was there, no even Kwan.

"Oh great. Ms. Darkness tricked me again." He asked feeling like an idiot that he knew he wasn't.

He heard a scream from behind him. A blue fat man in overalls was attacking the restaurant.

"GHOST!" Dash yelled and ran away as manly as he could. Which by the look of it wasn't very well executed.

Suddenly, the great hero emerged from the roof.

"Why do you always attack with boxes. You aren't even dangerous. Just annoying." Phantom yelled.

"I am the Box Ghost! FEAR ME!" The ghost yelled at Phantom and the public. Dash obeyed.

"Not in this life time." Phantom replied and trapped the ghost in a thermos. Dash cheered. Phantom went around the corner and disappeared. Dash ran after his to think Phantom and ask if he wanted to hang out. He ignored the dumpsters and walked forward only to bump into Fenton.

"Watch it Fentoneo." He yelled.

Fenton closed his eyes, let out a sigh, and walked away. Dash turned to let out another threat only to see what Fenton was hold, a thermos. Was he working with Phantom? No way, he wasn't cool enough to even know him. He must have just been here being a weirdo and found it. Yeah, that makes sense.

Dash continued down the alley looking for Phantom. When he reached the end, he sighed and said, "The dork must have scared him off." Dash walked away. His jacket felt heavier on his shoulders. He was suppose to be the most popular guy in town and he could even manage to have a conversation with the guy that had rightfully won that title. What a letdown.