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(250 word Dribble)
"This way." Danny said in a dull voice as he led the way to the Boo-Yeah Tours downtown office.
He could see Dash looking around like he was surprised. What had he been expecting? Bubbling cauldrons? It was a perfectly normal office although it was infested with ghost ketch.
"We're here to see Mrs. Dross," Danny mumbled to the secretary who flashed a bright plastic smile at Dash.
"Okay," she popped her gum and pointed toward the back.
Dash winked at the receptionist and sauntered into the back office.
"We're from Casper High. Lancer sent us," Danny explained.
Dross rose to her feet and came around the desk.
She looked Dash up and down appraisingly as if he was a prize animal at the state fair. "Yes, you will do nicely."
"Nicely for what?" Dash asked uncertainly.
"Danny Phantom is part of our show. Lately he's been having a bit of trouble with some unruly customers."
Danny scowled, "So what do you want us to do?"
"We need a distraction and nothing works better than a nice piece of eye candy," Dross said giving Dash an exaggerated leer. "What I want you do is run interference if any of the female clientele decide to give Phantom a hard time."
"You want us to flirt with the tourists?" Danny asked appalled.
She looked down at Danny contemptuously. "Not you; him. You'll work in the gift shop."
She turned her false smile back to Dash. "Think of it as being Phantom's bodyguard."