At school the next day, Danny was feeling especially down. Dash had just
spent the last five minutes stuffing cafeteria food into his face, but
still managing to make it look like Danny's fault in front of the teachers.
Now Danny had detention for a week, and had been charged with mopping the
floor of Lancer's classroom.
The worst part was, no matter how much Danny wanted to get Dash back for all he'd done, he couldn't. He remembered what happened the last time he'd used his powers for ghostly revenge. "Guys," said Danny. "This really can't get much worse, can it?'
"Well," said Sam. "Think of it this way. Things could be worse. We could be using REAL frogs in science class, instead of these revolutionary mechanical ones."
"Yeah!" said Tucker. "We could be stuck with detention too. Now THAT would be bad." Tucker and Sam laughed, rolling around on the cafeteria table. "Have fun mopping," giggled Tucker.
Suddenly Danny felt anger towards his friends deeper than any he'd ever experienced. This was strange for him, as he was normally as placid as a rock. But before he knew what he was doing, he'd reverted to ghost form, and with a power he had no control over, caused their trays to fly smack into their heads.
Danny was shaken, as he watched mashed goo drip slowly off his friends' faces. He didn't know what happened. How had he done that? And more importantly, why had it felt so good?
The worst part was, no matter how much Danny wanted to get Dash back for all he'd done, he couldn't. He remembered what happened the last time he'd used his powers for ghostly revenge. "Guys," said Danny. "This really can't get much worse, can it?'
"Well," said Sam. "Think of it this way. Things could be worse. We could be using REAL frogs in science class, instead of these revolutionary mechanical ones."
"Yeah!" said Tucker. "We could be stuck with detention too. Now THAT would be bad." Tucker and Sam laughed, rolling around on the cafeteria table. "Have fun mopping," giggled Tucker.
Suddenly Danny felt anger towards his friends deeper than any he'd ever experienced. This was strange for him, as he was normally as placid as a rock. But before he knew what he was doing, he'd reverted to ghost form, and with a power he had no control over, caused their trays to fly smack into their heads.
Danny was shaken, as he watched mashed goo drip slowly off his friends' faces. He didn't know what happened. How had he done that? And more importantly, why had it felt so good?