I've been posting a lot of angst so here's a fluffernutter sandwich for your feels.
"Alright Dad, this ghost is the easiest out there. He's obsessed with boxes and bubble wrap, of all things." Danny whispered, his tail twitching confidently back and forth. "I'll sneak behind him, and you suck him into this, alright?"
He carefully uncapped his thermos and handed it to his father. "Just slide the switch right here."
"Got it, Danny-o!" Jack whispered excitedly. "Let's kick his ghostly butt!"
Danny gave a slight nod, and edged carefully to the other side of the warehouse, unnoticed by the blue-clad ghost. Jack let out an enthusiastic cry two seconds early, scaring the Box Ghost and sucking Danny into the thermos.
"Darn it!" Danny yelled, his cries muffled by the thick cylinder.
"Danny!" Jack cried out in alarm. "Are you alright son?" He shook the thermos viciously.
"Ahhahha! Yeah, I'm alright! Just, stop shaking the thermos. Please." Danny said. Jack stopped shaking the thermos.
"There's a switch on the side that says 'Reverse.' Flick that switch to the right and it'll get me out of here."
Jack turned the thermos on its side and found the switch. Danny splattered out onto the ground, his hair ruffled and legs splayed. He stood, stretching out his back and Jack shuddered as it clicked several times.