"Hello?"

The door creaked open. A smallish teenage boy with black hair and a grimace stepped inside the large and empty house. A young girl, maybe just getting into her teens, followed him, with blue eyes that shone into the dark. An older figure stood outside, slightly nervous and a little more than anxious at the sudden turn of events. The family dog sat next him, scratching its ear.

You guessed it.

The Phantom Family was investing a very serious case: One of vast importance. A mission so vitally important it could very well change the course of history. More specifically, whether or not the two youngest could make it into Fenton Works without setting off any alarms, then turning off the alarms in order to let the older two in.

But, of course, even given the pair's horrible bad luck, a no-brainer knows no karma and they made it into the Fenton OPS Center safely.

"So, I guess we're just gonna wait for Jazz and the others to get here, right?" Dani asked, petting Cujo. She was sitting farthest from the window, enjoying the only reclining chair in the Center. Danny sat on a bucket next to the window, also in human form. He looked down at the street.

"Yep. And given that Jazz drives like Dad, she should be here right . . . now." The Fenton Assault Vehicle skidded around the corner. It flew down the road, did a dime-turn into the driveway, and stopped so jarringly Danny could feel the whiplash from his vantage point, four stories above.

Tucker and Sam leapt out and kissed the ground.

Jazz knelt next to them, scolding them, but Danny could see she was secretly patting the ground on her other side. Perhaps her driving abilities weren't a conscious choice. . ? Woah. Wait. Sounding way to much like Jazz right now. He watched, quietly, as the three pulled themselves off the ground and headed into the house, then turned to the ghosties behind him.

"They're here. Any last words?"

Dan scratched the back of his neck, and, watching him, Danny realized that he'd been doing it too.

They dropped their hands just as Dani spoke. "Danny, I want a gravestone that looks like Cujo." She ruffled the fur in between the dogs' ears, and he rolled over for a belly rub. "I'm just saying."

Dan grinned, "And I want my gravestone to be one of those huge brick things that look like they could jump up and kill somebody." Then he sighed. "But I'm a little jealous. I mean, we're sitting here in your attic discussing what we want our gravestones to be and all the while we know you're going to be just fine."

Danny gaped, thinking back to all those times he hadn't quite dodged Sam's wrath.

Dan must've caught his look, because he laughed and began to explain.

"Think about it, kiddo. Us? We're cool as all get out, but you've got an advantage I'm pretty sure neither of us will ever have with Sam." He looked over at Dani, and she nodded, agreeing. Danny just cocked his head.

"You can't be serious. What on earth do I have that you guys don't?"

Dan just glanced over at Dani, who answered for him.

"Pizzazz."

Clueless as ever, Danny was about to question his doubtful levels of pizzazz when Sam burst in through the door.

"DANIEL JAMES FENTON!"

Hey guys.

Yeah, I suck, I know, I've been a total jerk-bag with the not updating or anything.

It's just that even though I know exactly how I want this to end, I can't piece together a plausible way for them to get to that point. All I've gotten so far just looks like chicken-scratch.

So this is the unfortunate remains of long hours of editing. I hope you all like it.

Because really, I'm terrified of disappointing you guys. Honest! My day totally bites and I log in and read all your review and suddenly I'm walking on sunshine. You guys aren't rock stars or fire fighters or anything, but you're certainly celebrities to me.

I want to thank you for all your advice considering the boy problem I had. It really was helpful, really truly, and I'm glad I happened to read all of your comments before the 'Incident'. He followed me around. All day. He was never farther than five feet away all day, and it made me freakishly uncomfortable, as you guys can probably imagine. My friends finally helped me out and dragged him off to do something else and I don't know what they said to him, but it must've worked because we're now happily back to our platonic best-buddyship.

But I've got another problem! Hopefully you guys will make some magic and help me out with what to do. A really old friend of mine, who I've known since I moved here five years ago, has been acting like a total jerk. After a fight with another one of my friends in December she stopped being her carefree, intelligent self and has been acting like- well- like the Box Ghost! Persistent in her grouchiness. She's been okay to me, even though she's been acting out towards my other friends, and since they've been going to the counselor a lot, so I thought the problem was solved. I thought wrong, as usual. The friend she had a fight with is my partner (And also a close friend) on this huge science project that all of my free time for the past week has gone into. And, to get back at the friend, she wrecked our project.

It's not certain she did it- there's a very slight chance it wasn't her, and that's what I'm hoping for- but my friend instantly thought it was her when we went in to check on it after school. Apparently it's a lot worse than I thought, and it's gotten to my old friend trying to tear apart my partner's life from the inside out.

Yikes, my life sounds like a cartoon, but this is building up to something I'm not sure I want to be a part of. HELP!