"How did this even happen?"

"I don't know." Dash wheezed, tears streaming from his eyes. He looked at Sam before turning his focus back to the blob ghost in front of him.

"Look how adorable he is though."

The blob ghost hissed at Dash, making him chortle out side-splitting laughs again.

"What?" Dash cooed. "The all mighty Phantom can't handle being an adorable blob ghost?"

Danny growled and Dash began scratching his forehead.

"Danny, I think you might be even cuter as a blob ghost. Not that you weren't cute before but- OW!"

Dash yanked his hand back, cradling his finger, before sending a glare at Danny.

The blob ghost let out a high pitched whoop.

"Fuck you, man." Dash shot back.

Sam rubbed the bridge of her nose, eyes squeezed shut before looking back at Dash.

"What were you guys doing when it happened?"

Both Dash and Danny stilled, glancing at each other before Danny made a gurgling noise and Dash spoke.

"We were playing croquet!"

Danny turned away from Sam, glaring at Dash.

"Croquet?" Sam deadpanned.

"Yep! Just a normal, peaceful game of croquet."

"Dash, any game you guys play where you're competing against each other is anything but peaceful."

"Well, uh." Dash said. "Croquet is?"

Sam rubbed her hands over her face, groaning. "Do I even wanna know?"

Both Dash and Danny stared at her, unmoving.

"Okay. So croquet. Did anything happen while you were playing croquet? Did you accidentally make a wish? Was Danny's dad around somewhere with an invention? Did Technus have another magical remote?"

"No. I think the only thing that was around was one of his parents.. New inventions. That he, uh, had in his pocket.. While we were playing croquet."

Sam and Dash's faces paled, turning their head to face Danny, who let out a questioning hum.

"Danny." Sam said. "The invention is in your pocket. And your pockets don't exist right now."

Danny looked between the two of them, eyes going wide. Turning back towards Dash, he let out a high pitched screech.

"What?! Why is this my fault?!" Dash exclaimed.

Another high pitched trill came from Danny's mouth.

"Well, I'll have you know-"

"Guys!" Sam yelled. "Bickering like an old married couple isn't gonna help us right now!"

"We are not like an old married couple!" Dash exclaimed, scandalized.

Danny let out an affirmative hum.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. But I think we should go to Danny's house and see if we can find another one of that invention."

Dash nodded. "Are we gonna go now? I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Fenton are supposed to be back until like, ten o'clock."

"Yep." Sam said. "We'll go now."

They raced down the stairs, narrowly avoiding Dash's mom.

"So, if we don't find anything at Fentonworks what are we going to do then?" Dash asked nervously.

"We could always try the Fenton Ghost Catcher. Danny had the invention in his human form so if he goes through it then theoretically the invention should come out too."

Dash looked at Danny as he hummed in a questioning tone.

"What if the ghost catcher messes the invention up? Since it uses ectoplasm to function?" Dash asked.

"Oh." Sam's shoulders slumped for a moment before perking back up. "But the rest of it should still be functional, right? We'd just have to get Danny's parents to fix that part and merge Danny back once they fix it."

Dash nodded. "Okay. We got a gameplan."

Soon they were making their way through the front door of Fentonworks where they heard the sounds of tinkering from the lab.

"Dash." Sam hissed. "I thought you said they weren't going to be home for awhile."

"That's what I thought." Dash whispered.

They walked downstairs, Danny now hidden inside a pocket of Dash's letterman jacket, to see Mr. and Mrs. Fenton digging through boxes and tools. They looked up as the two made it to the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi, kids!" Maddie exclaimed cheerfully. "What brings you down here?"

"Oh, nothing." Sam said, crossing her arms behind her back, rolling on the balls of her feet. "We just wanted to see how you guys were doing."

"We're doing fantastic! Our panel for today got cancelled, but that means we can spend more time working in the lab!"

As Sam and Mrs. Fenton chatted, Dash looked around the lab. In one of the corners, he spotted the Fenton Ghost Catcher and nudged his pocket. Danny peeked out and looked around before flying off in that general direction.

Suddenly Mrs. Fenton was in front of Dash, pinching his cheek, startling him.

"Where is our boy, Danny?" She said fondly.

"Oh, you know." Dash said. "Around. He was right behind us. Sometimes he disappears so quickly it's almost like he can go invisible."

Dash looked over Mrs. Fentons shoulder after he was done speaking only to see Sam glaring at him.

What the fuck. She mouthed.

Dash shrugged his shoulders just as a crash could be heard from the corner of the lab, drawing everyone's attention in that direction.

There Danny lay on the floor groaning.

"Danny!" Mrs. Fenton exclaimed, running over. "You need to be more careful, dear!"

"Yeah, yeah." Danny said, wiping his pants off. "Tell me about it, dude."

Sam groaned.

"So." Danny started. "I think I totally squished this when I fell. It might need to be fixed."

In Danny's hand was a small, square machine with a few different buttons on it. One side was dented and it was missing it's slight green glow.

"It's alright, sweety. We'll have it fixed in a jiffy. You guys go hang out upstairs and wait for dinner."

They started to head out of the lab and Mrs. Fenton shouted something else at them.

"And make sure to invite Tucker, too!"

"Shit." Sam said. "We forgot to tell Tucker."

They made their way up into Danny's room where they were greeted with a Super Blob Danny. He was clad in a tiny, white bedsheet and was looking at Sam, letting out a deep trill.

"For the last time! I am not wearing primary colors!" She yelled.

As she called Tucker, Danny smacked Dash on the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Oh, we were playing croquet. Totally normal croquet, man." Danny mocked.

Super Danny floated over, screeching in Dash's face as well.

"What? You too?" Dash said, arms splayed out. "What else was I supposed to say?"

"Dude, you could have literally said anything else besides croquet."

"Oh, what, like two snake boat racing?"

"Guys!" Sam yelled.

All three boys paused and looked at her, Danny's mouth still open to shoot back a rebuttal.

"Twat." Danny whispered. Dash gasped.

"Oh my lord." Sam mumbled. "Look, Tucker's on his way. Hopefully the invention will be fixed by then."

The four of them sat there, Dash and Danny flicking each other in the face, for about fifteen minutes before they heard the front door open and shut. Boots made their way up the stairs and a laughing Tucker opened the bedroom door.

"Croquet?" He wheezed.

Danny shot up, pointing a finger at Tucker and turning to Dash. "See?!"

"Okay, okay." Dash said, hands in a placating position. "Next time I'll say wife carrying."

Danny pounced, knocking Dash to the floor where they started wrestling one another. Sam looked at Tucker.

"They've been doing this for the past two hours."

"Aw c'mon Sam." Tucker said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "You love it."

Dash and Danny kept up with their shenanigans for another half hour while Sam and Tucker observed before they were all called downstairs for dinner.

"Food!" Danny yelled. "Totally gnarly!"

They made their way downstairs where the other three Fenton's were already gathered. Extra chairs were pulled up and the food was piled in the center. Everyone sat down and dished out the food before Sam spoke.

"Soo.. Did you guys fix that invention yet?"

Jazz squinted at Sam, shoving a forkful of food in her mouth.

"Yep!" Maddie said. "All it really needed was a refill of ectoplasm. Though I don't know how Danny falling on it could have done that. There wasn't a trace of ectoplasm left in it!"

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, that's-"

Tucker yelped, ripping his hand out from underneath the table glaring at his lap. Super Danny was seated there, mouth open wide in hopes of a piece of pancake. Tucker cut a piece off and stuck it to the blob ghost's forehead, who let out a trill in anger.

"Tucker, are you alright over there?" Mrs. Fenton asked.

He looked up to see the whole table staring at him. Dash was trying not to wheeze again while Sam was glaring at his lap.

"Yep, Mrs. Fenton. I'm feeling dandy! I'm just super excited about these pancakes."

"Are you sure, dear? Because-"

"SO." Jazz interjected. "Why did your panel get cancelled today?"

Mr. Fenton rolled his eyes. "I guess there was some incident involving one of our inventions that was in the back room. Apparently it exploded and they didn't like it. Weapons explode on me all the time! Do you hear me complaining?"

Dinner went on like this for awhile, chatting about ghosts and covering up Super Danny. Soon enough, dinner was over and the plates were washed. The kids went downstairs into the lab as the other three Fentons put the food away into the fridge.

"Okay." Sam said. "We'll merge you back first, and then use the invention again, alright?"

"Sweet." Danny said as Super Blob Danny gave an approving hum.

Dash picked up the Fenton Ghost Catcher, after Sam and Tucker made sure it was the right side, and brought it down over Danny. He merged back into one and a single blob ghost was left. He shrieked at Sam.

"Alright, alright. Hold on."

She pointed the invention at Danny and pressed the button. He turned to ectoplasm and morphed until his human self was left.

His eyes were squeezed shut and he cracked one open, looking at his hands. They opened wide and he smiled.

"Haha! Yes!"

Sam smiled and Tucker whooped.

"I still think you were cuter as a blob ghost." Dash teased.

Danny glared at him. He formed a snowball and hurled it at Dash's face.

"Hey!" Dash exclaimed.

Danny smirked.

"What did that hurt, Dash? Are you not manly enough to handle a snowball?"

Dash puffed out his chest, hand son his hips. "I'm manly enough to handle anything!"

Dash picked Danny up and threw him over his shoulder, racing back ups the stairs as Danny pounded on his back.

They set up the tv and put in Terminatra. After a few more movies, all four of them were asleep. Mrs. Fenton grabbed some blankets for them and turned off the tv. The night was finally silent, free of banter and teasing.