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Box Thief

In his room, Danny mulled over the superhero idea that his friends had come up with. He wasn't sure he wanted to do it, not anytime soon, anyway, but they did have a point. He had a portal in his basement that had already been used by a ghost to enter the human world! Someone was sure to get hurt if no one did something, but he was just a kid. Why couldn't someone else do it?

Danny knew he had to decide soon, before hours of his valuable sleep changed into worry. He knew what he risked if he decided against being a superhero: a new friend. But if his family had to move again because he was trying to use his powers, he couldn't hang out with Tucker anyway.

"Think Fenton," he told himself, "Tucker was discussing comic books while talking about superheros, maybe comic books would have some good advice in this case."

Danny walked over to the boxes in the corner, and searched for his box of his comics. Unstacking three boxes in a tower, he finally found it. "Oh, good," he thought, "exactly what I need."

He was grabbing for the box, when it rose vertically, hovering in midair.

"Great," Danny grumbled. "Can't I have some privacy in my own room? You can put my stuff down and leave now."

Instead of leaving, the specter turned visible and shouted, "I AM THE BOX GHOST! I TERRIFY PEOPLE USING BOXES!"

Danny snickered. "Is that all you do? You haunt boxes? Geez, if I had to haunt boxes, I'd at least use foam packing peanuts as well."

"But I like boxes!" the Box Ghost protested.

"So? Face it, cardboard boxes aren't that scary. But if you have to use boxes, at least the peanuts fit into your poorly-chosen theme."

"You doubt the power of cardboard boxes?" the Box Ghost gasped. "Well, Mr. Peanuts, just for that, prepared to be buried in . . . "

"DANNY! Come downstairs!" Jack called. "We're having a family meeting!"

"I'm a little busy with a ghost here!" Danny yelled. "Could I get a little help?"

"Ghost? I'm coming, and I'm bringing the thermos!"

"Family meeting?" the Box Ghost asked. "Those aren't nearly as exciting as boxes. I'm letting you go, but next time I'll cover you in the contents of this box!"

The Box Ghost flew through the window, with Danny's comic books under his arms.

"Hey!" Danny shouted. "I need those! Get back here with my comic books!"

Danny transformed into his ghost form to chase the Box Ghost. He was gone before his dad entered his room, asking "Where's the ghost?"

Looking around, Jack saw that the ghost wasn't the only one he couldn't see. "Where's Danny?" he thought in despair.

"Danny!" he called. "Where are you? I came to help you with the ghost you told me about!"