"How many bee-stings did you get again?" Danny managed to ask between bursts of laughter. Sam was cracking up so hard she had to lean on Danny to keep from falling over.

"Oh yeah?" Tucker pointed at them "Well you guys..."

"Were fine, since the bees could clearly tell you had thrown the rock at them," Sam could barely speak. Tucker lowered his finger, defeated.

"Alright, Sam," Danny started to calm down, wiping a tear off his face, "Let's give him a break," he turned the page. Danny, Sam, and Tucker were standing together, smiling. They were the same age, with life jackets on. They were on the deck of a cruise ship. Jazz was standing behind them, also smiling.

"Hey, wasn't this the boating cruise where Tucker and me first met Jazz?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Tucker looked at it, "I think that was also when Sam's parents finally met your parents!" Danny nodded. Once again, their thoughts went back all those years...

---

"Welcome!" a short, fat man in overalls, a T-shirt, gloves, and a cap greeted the passengers, "to the Whaler's Cruise! I am Mark, and I will be here to assist you in any fishing-related activities, as that is another luxury provided on the Whaler's Cruise! Please accept a free cardboard box as a gift from me and the crew!" with that, he stepped aside and allowed the passengers onto the boat, each of them awkwardly taking the free boxes. Jack was carrying Danny, Maddie Jazz. As soon as they got the kids their lifejackets, they met up with the Foleys. There were two other people with them, carrying a black-haired girl in green.

"Hey there, Foleys!" Jack greeted them, "And who might you two be?"

"These are the Mansons," Bob handed Tucker to his wife, "Mansons, this is..."

"Jack Fenton, Ghost Hunter Extraordinare!" Jack said proudly, "This is my wife, Maddie, and our children Danny and Jasmine!" Danny waved, having seen the Mansons at the park before; Jazz hid her face in shame.

"Hello there, Danny!" Mrs. Manson smiled at him.

"They've gone with us to the park before," Bob explained, seeing the confused look on Jack's face, "He and Tuck normally play with their daughter Sam."

"That must be who this little girl is, then!" Maddie set Jazz down and looked over at Sam, smiling. The little girl smiled back.

"Yes she is," Mr. Manson said proudly, "She's quite the free thinker, too. Loves animals. Won't touch any meat products at all!"

"Dad..." Sam was getting embarrassed. At the mention of her no-meat policy, Tucker stuck his tongue out in disgust; Danny struggled to keep his laughing quiet.

"Attention, passengers!" the captain called over the intercom, "We're about to leave for sea! My name is Ishmael, and I'll be your captain. If we happen to see any whales, porpoises, or any other sea wildlife, I will be sure to point them out to you. Mark will be coming by to help those fishing. If you find yourselves in need of food or drink (this is a three-hour cruise), come inside the kitchen, and our cooks will be sure to get you something. All aboard!" the ship slowly pulled out of port and towards the sea. The parents set all their children down and headed over to a bench to talk.

"Why don't you like meat?" Danny asked Sam.

"It's not right! They kill animals for it!"

"It's food!" Tucker argued, "I like meat! She won't even eat fish!"

"Fish is meat!"

"Not it's not, it's fish!"

"That's meat!"

"On the food chart, they say meat, fish, poul...poultrie...po...eggs, and nuts! If fish was meat, they wouldn't say fish by itself! It's fish!"

"It comes from an animal, so it's meat!"

"Meat from a cow is muscle! Fish don't have muscle, they have fish! It's fish!"

"Keep it down!" another voice shouted. Sam and Tucker looked over at Jazz.

"Who are you!?" Tucker demanded.

"That's my sister, Jazz," Danny said.

"So these are Tuck and Sam," Jazz said, looking them over, "Please tell me you didn't tell them about Mom and Dad."

"What, that they hunt ghosts? I told them that," Jazz groaned in a I'm-so-miserable kind of way.

"What's wrong with that?" Sam asked, "I think that's cool!"

"It's weird!" Jazz argued, "They should get real jobs! Like your parents!"

"My dad stays at home with me in the summer," Tucker said.

"But he goes to work in the winter, right?"

"Yeah..."

"See!? That's normal! And you!" she pointed at Sam, "Your parents are normal, middle-class people, right?"

"...Yeah," Sam said quickly after hesitation.

"Normal! Danny doesn't think it's weird, but it is! I'm the only sane one in our family!" she marched off.

---

"...So if the ghost is exposed to red ectoplasm for a long enough time, that will in turn cause the glow and energy colour of the ghost to become red. Now, if the ghost has no exposure to any ectoplasm..." Jack had been rambling on about ghosts for a full five minutes. Mr. Manson had asked about ghosts, and now was beginning to regret his question.

"Uh, Jack dear?" Maddie smiled nervously, "I think maybe you should relax for a bit. So, Mr. Manson, what do you do for a living?" he gave her a thank-you look before beginning.

---

Jazz leaned against the rail, watching the sea roll by. She was positive her dad was embarrassing their family somewhere by rambling on about ghosts. She had barely been able to convince him against dragging one of his prototype ghost-trackers with him. Their future in this town was going to be ruined.

"Jazz?" she heard a girl's voice say. She looked down and saw Sam standing next to her

"Oh, hey Sam."

"Isn't fish meat?" so they were still in that argument.

"I'd say it is meat. Why are you asking me though?"

"Danny says you're smart."

"Really?"

"Hey!" Tucker shouted, "What'd she say!?"

"She says it's meat!"

"What!? Danny, I thought you said your sister was smart!"

"She is!" Danny argued. This was the first time Jazz had ever seen him stand up for her. She was touched.

"Fish is fish! Not meat!"

"I'm with them. It's meat!"

"FISH! Fish is fish! Not meat! I'm asking a professional!"

"Who?" Sam crossed her arms.

"The cook!" he turned around...and walked right into the door.

"...I knew it wasn't open," he said when he had recovered. With that, he opened the door and walked in.

"He's not very smart," Sam said to Jazz. Jazz just stared where Tucker had been for a moment...and then burst out laughing.

"You guys are hilarious!" she managed to say before falling onto the floor of the deck.

"We're what?" Danny asked, coming over.

"...Never mind," Jazz said after a few minutes as she stood up, "And Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for saying I'm smart," the two smiled.

"Jazz, do you have any money?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I need to ask that Mark guy something."

---

"Even he says it's meat!" Tucker came out of the kitchen, looking rather upset, "Am I the only real meat who knows left!?"

"Calm down, Tucker," Sam smiled, "We got you something," Danny moved something out from behind his back; a salmon steak.

"Fish!" Tucker whipped a fork out from his pocket.