Sorry it's been so long. Thank you sooo much to whoever is reading this!
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"This could be the answer to all my problems!" Danny was walking excitedly around his room talking to Sam and Tucker, who he'd been able to get back. "I mean, no ghosts equals more time and more time equals better grades!" Sam glanced skeptically at Tucker.
"I don't know, Danny," she said, "how does it work?"
"It creates a kind of a force field, and why does that matter? I mean, I need to see if it works!"
"Wouldn't your parents undo it?"
"When I was walking upstairs, I heard dad say something about a short circuit and it would stick...some sort of faulty locking mechanism I'm assuming." He explained.
"Sounds too good to be true," Sam folded her arms and shook her head. "We'd better come over."
"Mom and Dad won't let me see you," he said. "I'll have to do this one on my own."
"Oh no you don't." Sam glared at him, "If you're going to activate one of your parents weapons, then we're going to be there. We'll think of something, just meet us down there." Danny and Tucker both stared at sam.
"Okay," Danny shrugged. "How soon can you get here?"
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"Sam, Tucker?" Mrs. Fenton smiled at her son's friends. "Danny's grounded. I'm afraid he can't play."
"that's okay, Mrs. Fenton," Tucker said with a grin. "We're actually here to check on an experiment."
"Experiment?" She looked confused.
"Yeah, the one we set up the other day...with ghosts," Sam interjected quickly. Mattie's face brightened noticeably.
"I haven't seen one down there--"
"That's because we put it in the corner...so it wouldn't get in your way." She thought for a moment, and finally nodded.
"Very well. Just don't touch anything else."
"Thanks Mrs. Fenton!" They said in unison as they rushed past her and down the stairs.
"Hey guys!" Danny said, popping out from the wall. They both jumped.
"Don't do that!" Tucker growled. Danny transformed back..
"Sorry."
"Uh," Sam and Tucker glanced at each other, "Danny? Why are you transforming back?"
"Just in case someone comes down here. I'd rather be subjected to grounding than just being a test subject."
"Would they do that to you?" Sam asked cautiously. Danny shrugged.
"They'd be nice about it, but they'd probably want me to test this, and that, and whatever." He rubbed his hands together with a malicious look on his face as he approached the large, yellow and black painted box. "Shall we?" He pushed, but nothing happened. "Man, this thing is heavy," He grunted. "Little help?" Sam and Tucker came to his aid, helping him push...and yet again nothing happened. After five minutes of pushing, Tucker finally looked up at Danny.
"You know," he gasped, "you're a lot stronger in Ghost Mode." Danny didn't look happy, but he nodded.
"Goin' ghost!"
Meanwhile... Jazz walked through the kitchen with a grin on her face. She had finally come up with a 10 page paper that would definitely change her teacher's views on the political standing of the children of the country, and she had just printed it off. Now all she needed to do was get it from the basement, where their only working printer now operated. As she approached, she could have sworn she could hear voices.
"Tucker, you be the lookout," Sam was saying as a bright light flared.
"What was that?" she asked herself, and tip-toed downstairs. Peeking around the corner, she saw Tucker standing by the door, and Danny in his ghost form picking up a large yellow and black box. "Danny," she whispered almost inaudibly to herself.
"Okay guys, this is still heavy," Danny was saying. "Tell me where to put it!"
"Okay, go strait forward...a little more...a little--stop! right," Sam gave directions from a safe distance while Tucker watched on. "Okay, now a little to your left...no your other left. A little more... Right there." There was a loud clank as Danny dropped the box by the door.
"Showtime," She heard Danny say as he reached towards the red button on top of the box.
"That sounded loud," Jazz jumped as she heard voices from upstairs. Her parents. She bit her lip and looked back at Danny. He had hit the button, but nothing seemed to be happening.
"Um...was something SUPPOSED to happen?" Tucker asked. Sam and Danny shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe it doesn't work after a--" he was cut off by a soft clang and the porthole door slid open.
"Hey!" Danny was saying, "I think it worked!"
"I think we'd better see what they're up to," she heard her mother's voice, now much louder, and getting louder with every second. Jazz bit her lip and froze for a second. Her parents were coming. She had to do something, or else they would find Danny! She took a deep breath, and walked out into the basement.