"Y'know, your dad really should see an oculist," Tucker commented.

"Like yours, elbow boy?" their conversation was ended by the sound of a slamming door and Jazz's groan of frustration.

"I can't believe them!" they could tell she was coming up the stairs, screaming, "Once, just once I try to connect with them and have them be involved at activities in Casper High, and they drag Mr. Lancer off to the side and start blathering on about ghosts! If they ever do this again, I..." she kept going.

"School activity didn't work out?" Danny asked sarcastically as she walked by the door.

"Danny, it was horrible!" she came in, "That was the worst night of my high-school-related life! I...I...what are you looking at?" her anger suddenly seemed to fade away at the sight of the binder between the three of them.

"Family album," Danny said.

"Really?" Jazz walked over, now completely calm, "We haven't taken this thing off the shelf for ages," she started flipping through the pages. Images showed Danny and Jazz growing through the years, Sam and Tucker in a few of them. Tucker finally got his cap and Sam began wearing black and purple along with green. She stopped at a page filled with pictures from Halloween and got a sly grin.

"Remember this, you two?" she looked over at Danny and Sam, still grinning. The picture was from 6th grade's Halloween. Danny was dressed like Indiana Jones; Sam in flowing black robes with her hair styled the way she would later do it for "Parental Bonding." They were on the staircase, looked absolutely terrified. Sam's arms were clinging around Danny's neck, whose shoulders were up like a scared cat's hair.

"Oh..." Tucker's grin was so wide it seemed like the sides of his face would explode, "I remember this, oh boy! do I remember this!" Danny and Sam looked uncomfortably at each other.

---

"Halloween!" Jack declared, popping up in front of the house, "Tricks or Treats! Costumes! Jack O' Lanterns! And the night of the year with the most ghost-related activity!" Jazz, dressed as a chemist, sighed behind him.

"Good evening, Mr. Fenton," Tucker said cheerfully as he came up to the house, dressed in a very convincing werewolf costume.

"Hello there, Tucker!" Jack greeted him loudly before realising...

"...Didn't Danny just leave to get you and Samantha? And weren't you going as King Kong this year?" Tucker smiled suspiciously.

"I decided to come by early and help Jazz out with something. Got the stuff ready?" the question he directed to Jazz, who also wore a sly grin.

"Sure did."

"Let's do this," all three of them headed inside. The moment they walked in, however, a ring came at the doorbell. Jack turned around and opened the door.

"Cardboard Repair Service," a short, fat man in overalls, a T-shirt, gloves, and a cap stood in the doorway, "We'll repair all your utensils within 24 hours or your money back! I am Mark. I am the workman, driver, founder, treasurer, president, vice-president, CEO and only employee! May I interest you in our services?" Jack stared at him for a minute.

"Didn't you used to work down at the harbour?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, but I attempted to repair the hull of the ship with my special brand of corrugated cardboard and...I went into business for myself," more staring and awkward silence followed.

"Uh, Dad?" Jazz had been watching nervously; she knew hiring this guy was a bad idea, "Isn't this the guy who sings the Heffalumps and Woozles song?" Jack's eyes buldged out at this.

"You know that song by heart?" he asked enthusiastically. Mark smirked before beginning...

They're black! They're brown!


They're up! They're down


They're in! They're out!


They're all about!


They're far! They're near



They're gone! They're here


They're quick and slick, they're insincere!



Beware! Beware! Be a very wary bear!

And now Jack joined in...

A heffalump or woozle


Is very confusil


A heffalump or woozle's


Very sly


(Sly! Sly! Sly!)


They come in ones and twosles


But if they so choosles



Before your eyes

You'll see them multiply!



(Ply! Ply! Ply!)

They're extraordinary


So better be wary!


Because they come


In ev'y shape and size!


(Size! Size! Size!)


If honey's what you covet


You'll find that they love it!

Because they'll guzzle


Up the thing you prize!

...And so it went on. Jazz groaned in frustration.

"I give up," she said, exasperated, "C'mon Tucker. Let's get this thing ready," they headed upstairs, leaving Jack and Mark to their singing. When they had finally finished the song...

"Now that you mention it, Mark my good man," Jack said through his smiling and laughing, "We finished the satellite on the roof a few years ago and the supports are already starting to loosen. Care to give them a look-over?"

"I shall get on it right away!" Jack led Mark into the Fenton household, Mark still humming the song to himself.

"What is this?" he said, noticing a cracked vase, "This is in need of The Box Treatment!" he placed a cardboard box over the vase, gave Jack a thumbs-up and a "yeh-ha!" before continuing upstairs. Jack eyed the box for a moment.

"Brilliant!" he declared, "Hey, when you're done up there I need you to come downstairs and out to the shed! We've got a lot of junk in this house that needs some work!"

---

"So why did Tucker leave early?" Danny asked. He and Sam were heading down the street towards his house. Danny was dressed as Indiana Jones. Sam had her hair up and was wearing black flowing robes.

"His mom said he wanted to hit extra houses first to get more candy," she rolled her eyes, "What's the point of trick-or-treating anyway? There's no tricks and there's no vegetarian treats!" Danny ignored that comment. He'd heard it too many times to try to argue. After a few minutes they finally arrived at his house.

"Uh, Danny?" Sam asked, "Does your house seem a little...off?" she had a point; an old, white ice-cream van painted over sloppily to read "Cardboard Repair Service" was parked nearby, the lights were off, and a strange, foggy glow seemed to come from around the house.

"Now that you mention it..." Danny said, "My dad never decorates for Halloween. He says that ghosts are drawn to homes where no one is "protected and prepared" for the holiday," they stayed outside for a few more minutes.

"So," Sam finally said, "are we going in?"

"Sure," Danny smiled quickly, brushing off his uneasiness, "Jazz probably decorated to seem normal," still, he waited a few more moments before opening the door.

"Hello?" he called, "Mom? Jazz? Dad?" all the lights were off, and not a soul seemed to be present. The fog that seemed to surround the house from the outside was also present within. Quite the eerie sensation.

"Danny?" Sam said quietly; both were beginning to worry.

"No one's home," he laughed nervously, "Must've...gone out ghost-hunting," but that wouldn't explain Jazz's absence. Maybe this was...

"If this is a trick, then we're on to you, Jazz!" Danny shouted without really believing what he was saying; no response.

"Is it...a trick?" Sam asked. Just then, a terrible cry came from upstairs and filled the house. Any sense in Danny's body that wasn't tense already snapped to attention, and his legs involuntarily forced him back. He felt Sam's hand clamp down around his shoulder rather hard.

"That was Jazz," she managed to say through fast, uneven breaths. Danny had the same problems, but he managed to keep it a bit more under control.

"Let's go," he said with a quick release of breath. They slowly began to head upstairs, careful not to make even the slightest sound. A strange, almost musical air current seemed to rush around them as they carefully moved forward. They stopped as a snapping sound filled the air around them.

"What was that?" Sam asked in a hurry.

"Shhh," ...silence. Then a flash of light appeared before them as what appeared to be a giant, two-legged wolf jumped out in front of them. Sam's arms went completely around Danny's neck as his shoulders shot up and he stumbled back. Their brief moment of terror passed by incredibly fast, however, when the lights and entire house returned to normal and the sounds of hysteric laughter could easily be heard. Jazz and a now unmasked Tucker were rolling on the floor just a few steps up from them.

"You should have seen yourselves!" Tucker managed to cry out.

"They will!" Jazz held up a camera; that explained the flash, "This gets developed tomorrow!" and with that, before either Danny or Sam could make a move, and still laughing, the two pranksters of the evening charged downstairs, knocking Danny and Sam over. After a brief moment of awkwardness, they followed in pursuit.

---

Mark was still whistling to the tune of "Heffalumps and Woozles" on the roof as he worked at the supports with his tools. His tools were a hammer, nails, a gluestick, staples, and cardboard-coloured tape. So far, he had used everything but the tape; all had proven inefficient to re-securing the steel bars. He finally set down the stapler after wasting every staple he had on him.

"Time for the last resort, guaranteed to work," he said to himself, reaching for the tape. He began wrapping this along the edge of the support. As he did so, however, he moved too close to the edge, and that tape certainly wasn't going to hold him. It snapped, sending him headfirst and screaming into his truck. A few moments later, he floated out...floated? Yes, floated. He was now semi-transparent, with red eyes and blue skin.

"Wh...wha?" he rubbed his head, looked around, and then noticed his new-found ability to levitate, "What is this? Did I...am I now...a ghost? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I cannot be a ghost! I do not know how to be a ghost! I cannot live without my precious cardboard containers! WHYYYYYYYYYYYY...y?" he looked over to the side. As he moved his hands, his boxes moved with them, ready to do whatever he wished them to.

"You mean...I may still cherish all things cardboard, square, and container in use?" he got a goofy grin and a new, stupid, fake-evil laugh and voice, "Yes...YES! I know now what I must do! I am no longer Mark, of the Cardboard Repair Service! I am now...The Box Ghooooooooooost!" he broke into evil laughter, "Beware!" he flew off.