Here you go, harry-ron-hermione-fan-101. Thank you for your idea for the Ghost Gabber!

And thank you to everyone else for your ideas! You just may be seeing them in future chapters! ;)


Danny had found that the green goo was extremely hard to remove, so he going to the bathroom to wash some of it off did just about nothing. Tucker kept cracking jokes about it until Danny finally smacked Dash's books out of his hands and blamed Tucker, who then was shoved into a locker just like the last time he wouldn't let something go when it came to Danny. Sam didn't even bother trying to rescue their friend, but instead continued off to her next class.

"What are you going to do next?" Sam wondered to Danny at lunch.

"Two words." Danny smiled for a few seconds before saying, "Ghost. Gabber."

"You are cruel," Sam commented. "I like it."

"Hey, guys. Did you forget about someone who was trapped in a locker?" Tucker asked, slightly ticked as he sat down.

"We didn't forget," Danny explained. "We just didn't care. Who let you out anyway?"

"The kid who owns the locker," Tucker answered. "At least I didn't miss lunch."

"It would have been better to miss it. Have you seen what they're serving?" Sam inquired.

"It's like… I don't know, but it's definitely alive or something," Danny added.

"Guys, all of the cafeteria food is partially still moving," Tucker mentioned.

"Point," Danny and Sam said.

"What's the next prank?" Tucker questioned. Danny handed him his new plans. "You are cruel."

"I know. Isn't it great?" Sam said with a grin.

"Vlad is going to flip tomorrow," Danny chuckled.

Later that night, while everyone was asleep, a certain ghost made a quick appearance at the Fenton residence. He was so fast in getting in and out, that a sleeping Danny hadn't even sensed him. The ghost stole a backpack and then soon returned it back to the room that he had taken it from. The ghost flew away with his cape billowing in the wind, laughing to himself.


Thursday

Danny was smiling to himself the entire way to school. He had succeeded with his plans before he had gone to sleep. Vlad would have no idea about what's going on until it was too late- What was that smell?

Danny had been smelling it for most of the morning, but he couldn't place what it was or even where it was. He shook his head. Maybe he was just being paranoid.

After a quick check for anything suspicious, Danny took his seat and began chatting to Sam and Tucker. Mr. Lancer walked in and ordered everyone to be quiet. "I want everyone to get their homework out," he said. Danny grinned. He had actually done his homework. Danny picked up his backpack, unzipped it, and then dropped it in shock.

"Danny?" Sam said.

"He filled my backpack with Trix," Danny stated.

"What?" Tucker joined in.

"Trix. He filled my backpack with the cereal called Trix," Danny repeated.

"What? Is that his way of calling you a Silly Rabbit?" Tucker joked.

"Trix are for kids!" Sam added and giggled.

"I was wondering what I was smelling all morning. It was the stupid cereal!" Danny complained. "I have my homework in here!"

"Is it still in there?" Tucker wondered. Danny paled. He furiously dug through his backpack…only to find a picture of Vlad smiling back at him.

"He is ripping off my ideas and he stole my homework!" Danny yelled.

"Maybe you two should end the pranks," Mr. Lancer suggested.

"Well, after the prank that I'm playing on Vlad, I don't think he's going to just want to end it…" Danny trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck. "Does this count as not having my homework, by the way?"

"Yes, it does," Mr. Lancer answered.

"Darn it!"


Vlad adjusted his tie. He had a very important meeting today and wanted to look good. "Mayor Masters?" Melanie, his secretary, wondered.

"Yes?" Vlad responded.

"Are you ready? Everyone is waiting."

"Of course. I shall be there in a minute. Let me just get my speech." Vlad headed over to his desk and picked up what he was going to use to convince the board to let him restrict the budget spending on a few companies that were often partially destroyed by ghosts. He hoped that everything would go well.

Vlad walked into the meeting room and up to the podium in front of everyone. Vlad cleared his throat and fixed his papers before speaking. "Good morning. I would like-"

"GOOD MORNING. I AM A GHOST. FEAR ME." The Ghost Gabber went off from its hiding place.

Vlad paused for a moment and looked around, just as confused as everyone else. "As I was saying, I would like-"

"AS I WAS SAYING. FEAR ME."

"What is that?" Vlad questioned.

"WHAT IS THAT? FEAR ME."

"Mayor Masters, if you're just going to waste our time, then we should go," one member said.

"I'm not. I just don't understand-"

"I'M NOT. I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND. FEAR ME."

"I would like to restrict the budget-"

"I WOULD LIKE TO RESTRICT THE BUDGET. FEAR ME."

"What is that?" Vlad searched around the podium.

"WHAT IS THAT? FEAR ME."

"Knock it off!" Vlad demanded.

"KNOCK IT OFF. FEAR ME."

"Ugh! I'm sorry. I have no idea what-"

"I'M SORRY. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT. FEAR ME."

Vlad's eye started twitching. What was that infernal contraption?

"Maybe some other time," the same member said and stood up.

"No, no, no! Please. I-" Vlad began.

"NO. NO. NO. PLEASE. I. FEAR ME."

"Ah!"

"AH. FEAR ME."

Vlad stormed out of the room and into his office. He slammed the door shut and gripped the edges of his desk. Daniel was in some major trouble. Vlad dialed his phone and waited for the boy to pick up.

"Hello?" Daniel said.

"What is that contraption that you hid in the meeting room?" Vlad cut to the chase.

Danny laughed. "Do you like it? It's called the Ghost Gabber. By the way, I want my homework back."

"And I want another chance at that meeting that you disrupted." Vlad hung up his phone and sighed. He was going to find that "Ghost Gabber" and give it a piece of his mind. Or destroy it. Either way… "Daniel, you are definitely going down."