"Heya, Danny." Tucker greeted.
"Hola." Danny grinned slightly, it was still fun using words in a different language, even if almost anyone with a brain -in Amity Park, anyways- knew what that one meant. "Someone's seeming happier." Danny pointed down the hall at Sam as she came to greet them. She had a grin on her face, it was slightly alarming.
"Sam, you're doing the creepy face again."
"Am I?"
"Yes. Knock it off."
"Why are you smiling?" Danny interjected. Sam's grin only widened.
"BECAUSE OF WINN DIXIE!" The cafeteria doors slammed open. Danny and co. turned to stare at whoever had made the noise. Their expressions were vastly different, from Sam, unsuccessfully, holding in a laugh, to Tucker grinning like an idiot at their teacher's rotten luck, to Danny looking horrified.

All eyes in the cafeteria were trained on the overweight teacher at the doors. He was running in an all-out sprint, surprising everyone. He was covered in dust and dirt, while the Box Ghost trailed behind him.
"How dare you abuse these poor babies in such a way!" The Box Ghost's voice shook with blind fury and it seemed that blue flames licked up his arms and legs. The horrified teacher was still running and tried to open one of the outside doors, it seemed. But somebody must've triggered the school's new security system, and it locked all of the doors.
"What did he do to make you so mad?" Sam asked in Boxy's general direction. Danny looked around and saw many students, the ones who hadn't run away, at least, were staring at Sam addressing the ghost. Danny wasn't quite sure what to do. Did Sam want him to wait until she calmed Boxy down? Or was she just stalling?

Just as Boxy noticed Sam's words, Danny slightly poked her in the shoulder. But she didn't notice because she was listening to the Box Ghost's reply.
"That monster tried to throw this poor box into the trash bin! He could've at least put it into the recycling!" In his spectral hand was the "poor box." There was nothing wrong with it really, except for a spot where you could see it had been wet, and the flaps were torn a bit. If Danny tilted his head a bit, he could just make out the words 'Evolution of Poetry.' Looked like it had been formerly filled with the textbooks they'd received earlier that day.

Sam was about to say something more, but Danny spoke first. He could hear Sam grinding her teeth, but he just wanted this over with and the chance to eat his lunch for once. The cafeteria was mostly empty by now, anyways. The only ones they could see were Dash and Kwan staring from behind an overturned table, and Mr. Lancer scrambling to his feet to join the jocks.
"Ok, what do you want, Boxy?" Danny asked, boredom present in his voice.
"I want that monster of a human to right his wrong!" Well, that seemed simple enough. "Mr. Lancer, could you come over here?" Danny asked. The overgrown scaredy-cat looked like he'd sooner need a change of pants, but he walked over as Danny asked. Danny was a Fenton, after all. He placed himself slightly behind and between Tucker and Danny. The latter then turned back to the ghost who's flaming-ness seemed to have died down a little. The cafeteria was now only slightly more blue than the normal light cast from the fluorescent light bulbs. "Would you please hand the box back to Mr. Lancer, so he can put it where it belongs?" The Box Ghost agreed happily and the moderately-sized box was dropped into the teacher's arms. Danny could hear the teacher gasp at the freezing temperature spike when his fingers brushed against Boxy's during the transaction. The teacher slightly stared at Danny before he gave him the hint and pointed towards the recycling bin. Mr. Lancer understood and dumped the container into the blue reseptical.

The flames immediately dissipated and The Box Ghost hummed a happy tune as he phased through the doors.