When Danny got home that day, things seemed to be back to normal, which,
for him, wasn't really that normal at all. His dad was down in the lab,
working on his newest ghost-catching invention, the "Fenton Flute," which
his dad was convinced would create a melody that ghosts had no choice but
to follow. Danny wasn't sure it would work, but to be on the safe side,
he'd been trying to avoid his dad.
Just then, Jack Fenton came waltzing up the stairs. "Speak of the devil," muttered Danny. With him, his dad carried the flute. "Listen to this!" shouted his father. An unearthly melody filled the room, one like Danny had never heard before. It was so beautiful...like everything he'd ever loved put into one song. He just had to see where it would take him. He felt his feet coming off of the floor, and deep-down, realized that this was a bad thing. He couldn't let them see he was a ghost. As he struggled to keep control of his body, he bumped smack into Jazz.
"Stop!" she yelled, breaking the spell. "That was the worst squeaking I've ever heard. It sounded like a dying animal! That isn't music. I'm sure even a....ghost...could realize that." She left the room.
"Phew," thought Danny. "That was way too close for comfort." And he fled up to his room. He thought about what had happened at school. Why had he blown up like that? His friends were his friends, they joked all the time! And how had he moved those trays? He'd never been able to do that before...
So Danny spent the rest of the night trying to move things with his mind alone. Nothing worked, not changing to ghost mode, not staying human, nothing. And with that, Danny fell to sleep, exausted.
Just then, Jack Fenton came waltzing up the stairs. "Speak of the devil," muttered Danny. With him, his dad carried the flute. "Listen to this!" shouted his father. An unearthly melody filled the room, one like Danny had never heard before. It was so beautiful...like everything he'd ever loved put into one song. He just had to see where it would take him. He felt his feet coming off of the floor, and deep-down, realized that this was a bad thing. He couldn't let them see he was a ghost. As he struggled to keep control of his body, he bumped smack into Jazz.
"Stop!" she yelled, breaking the spell. "That was the worst squeaking I've ever heard. It sounded like a dying animal! That isn't music. I'm sure even a....ghost...could realize that." She left the room.
"Phew," thought Danny. "That was way too close for comfort." And he fled up to his room. He thought about what had happened at school. Why had he blown up like that? His friends were his friends, they joked all the time! And how had he moved those trays? He'd never been able to do that before...
So Danny spent the rest of the night trying to move things with his mind alone. Nothing worked, not changing to ghost mode, not staying human, nothing. And with that, Danny fell to sleep, exausted.