Danny's first period of the day was mythology with professor Rotwood from Jake's school. But Danny couldn't focus on the class being taught. His table partner (the purple-haired teen Danny believed was named Cunningham) was stacking erasers. Rotwood had just assigned a new project involving making your own myth. That was all Danny knew, however, because once more his partner had tossed a little pink eraser towards his orange-haired buddy across the room.

"Dude, will you stop please?" Danny whispered

"What? You want in? Here." He absent-mindedly gave Danny an eraser, the ghost boy took and played with it a bit.

"Who is that anyways?"

"Who? Howard?" He asked, finally turning his blue eyes towards Danny. "Only my best bro." He shot a thumbs up towards Howard.

"Anything to add, Cunningham?" Rotwood had paused his speech about dragons to address the boys.

"No sir!" Cunningham saluted to the teacher, and Rotwood lifted an eyebrow, returning to his all-important speech.

A moment passed, then Danny returned to his questioning. "Oh yeah, this morning you looked like you recognized me... have we ever met before?"

"Unless you're actually some ghost in disguise, no we haven't met before. Why?" He asked, blinking a few times.

Danny gulped then replied, trying to reduce the surprise in his voice, "Oh no reason."

Cunningham shrugged and went back to his eraser-fight.

Danny didn't dare bother Cunningham for the rest of the period, in fear of slipping up. For some reason he really didn't want this guy to figure out Danny's secret. Something about... a talk show?

~Short time skip, Lunch~

"You know, I think this Cunningham kid is onto me." Danny whispered to Jake, staring at the purple-haired teen from across the lunchroom. He then turned back to his table of friends.

"Yeah?" Jake absentmindedly asked, stealing a piece of Tuck's steak lunch.

"Hey!" Tucker complained, but Jake shrugged in response.

"You're the one who left it wide open."

"Yeah, I mean, he practically called me out on being a ghost in first period." Danny ignored Jake as he took the ghost's food too. It wasn't surprising Jake did it, after all, he never bought his lunch because he could 'earn money for free' from his mom by keeping the lunch money for himself.

"You're just overreacting." Trixie spoke after taking a sip of her milk, swatting another food-stealing attempt from Jake.

"I don't know though, it just feels off. I can't really explain it, but I think that Cunningham isn't a normal kid." Danny insisted.

"What makes you say that though?" Jazz asked, her psychoanalytical mind kicking itself into gear.

"Hmm. Well. It kind of reminds me of my first conversation with Jake."

"Now that you say that though..." Jake set down the stolen carrot from Sam, "He wasn't at the talent show when the elf thing showed up."

"Yeah... Now that I think about that that's true." Danny paused and gave a laugh, "Jake are you implying that Cunningham is the ninja?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, why else would a judge skip out on being a judge?"

"...It's boring?" Sam replied to Jake's statement, taking the carrot back from the dragon.

"No, no, Jake's got a point." Jazz leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. "Now we just have to figure out how to prove this theory. Is there anything the ninja has to have?"

"Woah woah woah, now you want me to steal from a ninja?" Danny asked in disbelief.

"If he won't do it I will." Jake said, "I'm a pretty good thief." He said smugly, trying to sneak another piece of food from Danny's plate, in which he failed.

"It is one of Jakey's secret talents." Trixie commented. "Not many know about it."

Danny gave Jake a 'really?' look, "I think I'd be a better thief, hate to break it to you Jake, but dragons aren't as sneaky as a ghost with invisibility."

"Good! You'll do it then!" Jazz gave a smirk as she locked Danny into the deal.

"Wait what? But I nev-"

"What about the book?" Tuck cut Danny off.

"Book?" Jazz asked, ignoring the cut off.

"Yeah, If I recall, The Ninja had a book called... Ninja no- ninja nam- ninja no-mi-can? Something of that sort."

"Oh right! That back and red book he was boasting about." Jake jutted in. "It-"

"You're just going to ignore me?" Danny complained as Jake spoke.

"-supposedly holds a bunch of secret ninja knowledge."

"Well, a ninja needs his knowledge, no?" Jazz thought for a moment, "I don't know about stealing though, it seems kind of unethical."

"Psh, it's not like we're going to destroy it or anything." Jake leaned back in his chair.

"Well... Maybe... Instead of stealing it, we ask Cunningham if he knows about this book." Danny stated. "Then we'd know if he is or knows the ninja's true identity."

"Alright, we'll start operation 'know-who-has-book' right after lunch." Jazz finished.

"But wait, what do we do?" Tucker asked, gesturing to the sidekicks of the group. "Come on man, you can't leave us out of the equation."

"We can do recon work, follow Cunningham and report what we find to these two guys right here, who will then catch him." Jazz handed out fenton phones, "we can communicate with these. Okay? Break!"

~Time skip to right after lunch~

"Okay, Cunningham is on the move."

Danny turned the sound up as he heard Sam's voice through the phones. "Roger."

"Where's he going?" Danny turned the sound back down as Jake asked the question loudly.

"Looks like he's going to an english class."

"Who's the teacher?"

"I donno, looks like room number 210."

"Room 210 is music class, the teacher is absent so Mr. Lancer is teaching it today." Jazz crackled into existence.

"Of course you'd know that Jazz." Danny's sarcasm was evident.

"Oh hey, I have that class next." Spud jumped in, surprising the entire party.

I kind of forgot he was here. Danny thought for a brief second then continued, "Well then it's your job to record what he's doing."

"I have that class next too." Tucker commented.

"Okay then Tuck, you're in charge of notes."

"I have History next." Jake mentioned.

"Yeah, I have English next, but I have Music 6th, so I could engage him in the passing period." Danny replied.

"I also have Music 6th." Danny could imagine Jake nodding at this fact.

"Okay, sounds like a plan to me." Trixie added in, "If you need help I also happen to have History 5th, so I'm close to you."

Jazz took a breath, "Tuck, try to find either Jake or Danny, relay the info, and we'll meet back up after school to compare notes and see if Danny or Jake managed to spot the book."

"Or me!"

"Or Spud."

The Fenton Phones crackled in its characteristic way, the various times it was played indicated that everyone turned off their phones. Danny sighed and walked into his English class, frowning at the teacher. He didn't recognize the facility, so he just assumed she was from a different school or new. The principals hired more people when the students flooded the large school's halls. Danny took out his english notebook and a pencil, ready to doodle.