Jazz shot up in bed, her brother was screaming! Quickly, she ran to his room to see what was wrong. Danny was a ghost, and fighting another. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Not my fault, Skulker still want's my pelt!" She sighed and shook her head, sitting down in her room and listening to the fight through the wall.
"I will rest your pelt at the foot of my bed!"
"Still EW!"
"Be quiet, halfa!"
"I'm still alive!"
"So?"
"So I can do this!"
The ghost flew through her wall just in time for the thermos. Normal day then.