Danny was used to hiding. He hid his secret identity, he hid his failing math grades, he hid from bullies at school and he hid from his parents when he was in his ghost form. Today he was hiding from Dash, one of the bullies who often made his life miserable at school. To change it up a bit Danny wasn't at school this time but at the park. Cujo had a lot of ...repressed energy and was getting a bit rambunctious at home. Jazz, who had been trying to study, grabbed the leash, the dog and Danny and threw all of them out of the house with an order not to come back until Cujo was too tired to bother anyone. That had been an hour ago.

Danny had been attempting to tire Cujo out when he spotted Dash throwing a football with some friends. Now he was covering the pup's mouth and hiding behind a tree in hopes no one had spotted him yet. So far so good, now he just needed a means of sneaking away without being seen. He considered turning invisible, but there were too many other park goers to guarantee he wouldn't be seen.

"Why are there so many people. It's not even nice out," Danny grumbled, glancing up at the cloudy sky. Maybe it would rain and Dash and his posse would go home.

Cujo was not happy about being held and was squirming in Danny's arms.

"Please, hold still. I just need a moment…" Danny pleaded in a hushed whisper.

Cujo whined and pushed at Danny's hands with his paws.

Danny considered just keeping his head down and running in the opposite direction as at a full sprint, but before he could Cujo suddenly kicked out and got Danny in the stomach. Danny grunted and his grip on the pup loosened enough for Cujo to get free.

Cujo landed lightly on the ground and looked around. His attention was immediately grabbed by the first fast moving object he laid eyes on. Unfortunately for Danny, it happened to be Dash's football.

Danny felt his arm nearly wrench out of its socket as Cujo started barking and charged after the spinning ball.

"No no no no no!" Danny yelled trying to regain his footing and pull Cujo back. He barely managed to brace his feet against a passing rock. Cujo gagged slightly as the leash suddenly tightened around his neck, but he recovered quickly and continued to bark at the ball.

The damage was done. The commotion had attracted the attention of about half the park, including the very person Danny had been trying to avoid.

"Fenturd!" Dash accused, "What are you doing here?" His eyes then fell to the barking green dog at the end of the leash Danny was gripping. "Ugh, and what's wrong with your dog?"

"My dog is perfectly fine," Danny insisted, straining to keep Cujo in one place as he rose to his feet.

"You dog is green! What kind of pet owner lets their dog get so sick it turns green?"

"He happens to be a ghost. Ghost dogs are supposed to be green." Danny retorted.

Dash looked confused. Danny watched as his eyes narrowed and then looked closer at the barking dog, taking notice of the slight glow around its fur and eyes. "A ghost?"

Danny wrapped the leash tighter around his left hand and used his other hand to fish around his pocket for the whistle skulker had lent him.

Meanwhile, Dash seemed to be recovering from his confusion.

"Hold on, you're not nearly cool enough to have a ghost for a pet."

"What!" Danny had been expecting to be made fun of or even to have Dash be afraid of his new pet, which would have made everything immediately better. He had not expected to be called out on what he was and wasn't allowed to do based on the social hierarchy of high school. "My parents are literally ghost hunters, I'm the only one who can have a ghost as a pet."

Dash's hands tightened into fists, but his eyes darted back and forth between the various witnesses.

Danny was pleased there was at least one upside to running into Dash outside of school and in a public place.

Dash finally decided it wasn't worth the trouble and turned away. "Forget it. You've made this whole place lame, I'm out."

Danny was just fine with that. Finally, he found the whistle and gave it a short puff. He didn't hear anything but Cujo's head snapped around. Not seeing the source of the noise Cujo began to turn away so Danny blew it again. This time Cujo's eyes focused on him. Danny fished around for a treat in his other pocket and tossed it to Cujo who happily snatched it up, all memory of the ball gone.

"Good boy." Danny praised.

Cujo sniffed the ground for more treats and barked when he didn't find any.

Danny knelt to tussle the pup's ears. "Maybe next time we'll show Dash your other form. I bet he'll stop picking on me if he thinks you might eat him." Danny imagined Dash begging for mercy but then imagined how his parents would react. "Then again we don't need to give mom an excuse to get rid of you."

Cujo sniffed Danny's hand and barked when he found it was empty.

Danny sighed and reached for his pocket. "Fine, but only one more."