This is a little two-parter. They won't have titles but they will be put up in order so no worries about going to search through everything to try and find the right one. R&R please!

"Ty, will you stop bouncing around please?"

Danny was beyond tiered. Babysitting his younger brother was exhaustive compared to ghost hunting all night. Ty just couldn't sit still.

"No," the toddler yelled, running back into the den and jumping on the couch.

"Ty come on, it's almost bed time, and Mom will kill me if I let you stay up past nine."

"No!"

Danny sighed and rubbed the side of his temples to forge off the coming migraine. He still had homework and a patrol to do later when his parents got back from the conference at the mayor's office. He really wished that Jazz were there to suffer with him.

"Come on Ty, I'm not in the mood!"

Danny made a dive for his brother but Ty was an expert at dodging by now. He leapt off the couch just as Danny's face made contact with the back of it. Ty laughed and ran upstairs. Danny growled and followed him.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked over the phone.

"You really don't want to know," Danny said, trying to keep a hold of the phone and wring out his soaking shirt at the same time. "Bath time had become water-park themed tonight."

"Oh, sorry. How much do you have to mop up?"

"Not including the hallway?"

"How did water get out in the hallway?"

"Ty thought it would be fun to turn the bathroom into a swimming pool. Like he saw them do in those stupid cartoons."

Danny's shoes squished on the soaking carpet as he walked down to Ty's room. The three-year-old was still sound asleep in his bed. The fight after the whole bathroom ordeal really tired him out and Danny was grateful that his ghost side gave him some extra stamina to not be asleep himself at the moment.

"You still going on patrol tonight right?" Sam asked as he made his way to the hall closet to get the vacuum out.

"As soon as Mom and Dad get home," Danny confirmed.

"I'll leave you to your duties then," Sam smiled on the other end.

"See you later Sam."

Danny hung up the phone and groaned when he saw the drenched bathroom and hallway carpet. It was going to be a long night.

He had managed to get everything dried out by the time his parents had gotten home. From there he went straight out on patrol—luckily there was nothing big out that night besides the Box Ghost—and then went back home to try and cram in some homework. He was halfway through his math homework when he fell asleep at his desk.

Now, when it came to sleeping at desks, Danny was an expert at knowing which ones were comfortable enough to do so on. School desks were not one of them. He had slept through most of his afternoon classes—again—and was back-sore because of it.

"Man, you look like crap," Tucker commented at lunch while Danny was dozing off again.

"Lay off Tucker," Sam said, glaring at her friend. "Ty gave him a hard time last night."

"Oh come on, how hard can it be to watch one kid?"

Sam had babysat plenty of her younger cousins and could sympathize with Danny on this subject, Tucker on the other hand was an only child and his family wasn't very big.

"You want to sit for me tonight Tuck?" Danny asked.

"Sure, and I'll show you that it's no big deal."

"Five bucks says that you'll run out the door begging never to do it again," Sam said.

"Fine, it's a bet," Tucker said with confidence—boy was he wrong.

"Tonight was fun," Sam said as she and Danny walked up to his house.

"Yeah, it's rare when I get a ghost-free and brother-free night," Danny said, wrapping his arm around Sam's shoulders.

"We better see if I get that five bucks."

Danny used the spare key to unlock the door and was greeted by a mummified Tucker. His best friend mumbled a hello before he fell out onto the front of the stoop, face first.

"What happened to you?" Danny asked.

"Give you one guess," the techno geek said grumpily.

"Oh yeah, his favorite," Danny mumbled. "I better get some pants on him."

"What is he talking about?" Sam asked as she helped Tucker to his feet.

"Ty likes to read books. He can read already did you know that?"

"Fenton family of geniuses," Sam reminded him.

"Right, well, Ty got this new book from the library about Egyptians and mummies and all of that crap. I found out he likes to imitate what he reads."

"Harsh, but why would he need pants on?"

"Because little Egyptians didn't wear clothes at all," Tucker said in a high falsetto, trying to imitate Ty as best as he could—needless to say he was way off base. "I'm glad you guys got back when you did, he was really close to getting a fork and jamming it up my nose to try and pick my brains out."

"Ew."

"TUCKER!!!"

"Sounds like you're the one in trouble," Sam said smugly at Danny's frustrated yell.

Danny's face was almost completely red as he came up to the door, eyes on the verge of becoming lighting green.

"Why is my room covered in ecto-goop?" the raven-haired teen asked between clenched teeth.

"Uh, now that's a long story," Tucker shied away. "I'll just be going now."

With that, Tucker fled the Fenton household, toilet paper still tied around his ankle.

"I know where you live!" Danny shouted down the street at him.

"Oh darn!" Sam grumbled.

"What?"

"It looks like I won't get that five bucks after all."

"Are you going home or are you going to stay and help me clean up my room?"

"Bye, see you tomorrow," and after a peck on the cheek, Sam was gone as well.

Danny sighed and shut the door after she was out of sight. He knew a good moment couldn't last.

He made sure Ty was in the den, watching a movie before he went down to the lab and gathered the special cleaning material his parents invented to clean up goop. By the time he was done with his room, it was nearing midnight. Ty had already fallen asleep on the couch so Danny put him to bed, himself soon following.

He wasn't sure how long he had slept, but it felt like it hadn't been long before he heard the scream. Danny was thrown out of bed and landed on the floor hard. He had been startled and rolled out by accident, but he wasn't thinking about this as the scream was repeated.

"Ty!" he yelled, getting to his feet.

He barged into Ty's room and was horrified to see the bulk of Skulker holding his little brother hostage in his large metal fist.

"Ah, about time ghost child," the hunter said, pointing a gun at the Halfa's face.

Ty screamed again as the gun was fired and Danny was thrown back painfully into the hallway. Danny wished he had some weapons on him, he couldn't go ghost with his brother watching, he would blab to their parents for sure. Of course, was it really worth keeping his secret at his brother's expense?

"I finally have you whelp," Skulker said evilly, bringing the gun back down to Danny's face. "Now your head will rest on my mantel."

TO BE CONTINUED . . .