Ch. 8
Jack looked at Danny and then clutched his forehead. "I'm not feeling...good. Son, help?" He said, falling forward. He was passed out again.
"Great," Danny said sarcastically, grabbing his dad's arm. "Let's get him in his bed." The three of them managed to finally drag Jack up to his bed. There they stopped for a moment to decide what to do.
"Okay, so he knows now. That wasn't on my to-do list," Danny said.
"Hmm...and he wants to get rid of the ghost from within you! That also isn't good," Tucker commented.
"We could always fall back on the 'you had a terrible dream' plan, right?" Sam suggested.
"Yeah, but I think he'll still know. The only thing we could pull off "dreaming" is that weird posessed fur thing returning. That thing was weird! But," Danny sighed, "We need to clean up the mess downstairs for the second time in two days if we are going to go through with this. Stupid ghost made of fur..." Danny grumbled. They walked back downstairs.
An hour later...
"Ok, most of the fur IS gone," Tucker announced.
"No kidding, Sherlock," Sam mumbled under her breath.
Danny put down his broom. "That should be everything. School is also over now. Whoops. We skipped again..."
"Yeah, Mr. Lancer is definetly going to get on our case about that. Oh well," Tucker sighed, leaning back in Jack's chair.
"Now to more important things: my dad and that last ghost I fought. Okay, my dad. I have no idea what to do about him. But his inventions usually don't work well, if at all (ex. 1 being ME), so I guess we'll just wait and see. But that ghost...it was just fur. Why would something posess fur?!?"
"Oh I dunno Danny...how about we LET it out of the thermos to talk to it again?!? It might give us some answers!" Sam replied, sarcasm a major part of her voice.
"Hey..." Danny said. "It SEEMED like a good idea. How was I supposed to know? Anyway, it wanted to bring me to his 'master'. I'm just as stumped as before...Oh well, you guys ought to go home so I can tell my dad that he was just...dreaming..." They left and Danny went to his dad's room.
After about 15 min., Jack woke to find Danny right next to him.
"DANNY! Where is the ghost? Where am I?" he yelled.
Danny decided to go with the dream idea. "When I came home from school, just a bit ago, you were asleep on your bed, muttering about some sort of furry ghost. I was worried, so I waited here until you woke up. Must've been some dream, huh?" Danny said nervously.
Jack put his hand under his chin, pondering. "Hmm...well, it did seem unreal..." After Danny left, he thought, Or was it real? Anyway, I need to get back to work...on my invention!
Next day, after school...
Danny came home, put his backpack down, and ran down to the lab. He met his dad on the stairs. "Hey dad, what are you doing down there?" His dad blinked.
"Erm, son. Don't go down there. It's not safe yet. I'll tell you when you can see it---later on today!" Danny was pushed back away from the stairs by his dad who ran back down, slamming the door behind him. Danny just stood there.
Well, that was weird. Too bad I can go through walls---invisible! Danny laughed and changed invisible. He flew through the door and stared in shock at what he saw.
It looked like a giant robot. It had weapons and all sorts of tools on it. It was incrediably scary (as scary as a cartoon robot can be! XD). It was made of most of the inventions that Jack had created. Danny spotted the Fenton Ghost Extracting Machinetm, the Fenton Thermos, the Fenton Fishing Line, the Fenton Dream-Ghost Catcher, Fenton Finder, etc. All of a sudden, the Fenton Finder went off.
"Warning. There is a ghost in the area. Warning," Jack turned around from his work station, goggles on.
"Huh?" he said. "I don't see anything!" By this time, Danny had flown back outside the basement to his room. He stood there, scared and panting for a few moments. So now I have to stay away from my dad. This was DEFINETLY not on my to-do list!
Jack looked at Danny and then clutched his forehead. "I'm not feeling...good. Son, help?" He said, falling forward. He was passed out again.
"Great," Danny said sarcastically, grabbing his dad's arm. "Let's get him in his bed." The three of them managed to finally drag Jack up to his bed. There they stopped for a moment to decide what to do.
"Okay, so he knows now. That wasn't on my to-do list," Danny said.
"Hmm...and he wants to get rid of the ghost from within you! That also isn't good," Tucker commented.
"We could always fall back on the 'you had a terrible dream' plan, right?" Sam suggested.
"Yeah, but I think he'll still know. The only thing we could pull off "dreaming" is that weird posessed fur thing returning. That thing was weird! But," Danny sighed, "We need to clean up the mess downstairs for the second time in two days if we are going to go through with this. Stupid ghost made of fur..." Danny grumbled. They walked back downstairs.
An hour later...
"Ok, most of the fur IS gone," Tucker announced.
"No kidding, Sherlock," Sam mumbled under her breath.
Danny put down his broom. "That should be everything. School is also over now. Whoops. We skipped again..."
"Yeah, Mr. Lancer is definetly going to get on our case about that. Oh well," Tucker sighed, leaning back in Jack's chair.
"Now to more important things: my dad and that last ghost I fought. Okay, my dad. I have no idea what to do about him. But his inventions usually don't work well, if at all (ex. 1 being ME), so I guess we'll just wait and see. But that ghost...it was just fur. Why would something posess fur?!?"
"Oh I dunno Danny...how about we LET it out of the thermos to talk to it again?!? It might give us some answers!" Sam replied, sarcasm a major part of her voice.
"Hey..." Danny said. "It SEEMED like a good idea. How was I supposed to know? Anyway, it wanted to bring me to his 'master'. I'm just as stumped as before...Oh well, you guys ought to go home so I can tell my dad that he was just...dreaming..." They left and Danny went to his dad's room.
After about 15 min., Jack woke to find Danny right next to him.
"DANNY! Where is the ghost? Where am I?" he yelled.
Danny decided to go with the dream idea. "When I came home from school, just a bit ago, you were asleep on your bed, muttering about some sort of furry ghost. I was worried, so I waited here until you woke up. Must've been some dream, huh?" Danny said nervously.
Jack put his hand under his chin, pondering. "Hmm...well, it did seem unreal..." After Danny left, he thought, Or was it real? Anyway, I need to get back to work...on my invention!
Next day, after school...
Danny came home, put his backpack down, and ran down to the lab. He met his dad on the stairs. "Hey dad, what are you doing down there?" His dad blinked.
"Erm, son. Don't go down there. It's not safe yet. I'll tell you when you can see it---later on today!" Danny was pushed back away from the stairs by his dad who ran back down, slamming the door behind him. Danny just stood there.
Well, that was weird. Too bad I can go through walls---invisible! Danny laughed and changed invisible. He flew through the door and stared in shock at what he saw.
It looked like a giant robot. It had weapons and all sorts of tools on it. It was incrediably scary (as scary as a cartoon robot can be! XD). It was made of most of the inventions that Jack had created. Danny spotted the Fenton Ghost Extracting Machinetm, the Fenton Thermos, the Fenton Fishing Line, the Fenton Dream-Ghost Catcher, Fenton Finder, etc. All of a sudden, the Fenton Finder went off.
"Warning. There is a ghost in the area. Warning," Jack turned around from his work station, goggles on.
"Huh?" he said. "I don't see anything!" By this time, Danny had flown back outside the basement to his room. He stood there, scared and panting for a few moments. So now I have to stay away from my dad. This was DEFINETLY not on my to-do list!