"You made it home before your curfew!" Maddie Fenton smiled at her son as he walked through the door at5to 10:00 p.m.

"Yeah," He grinned.

"Good," she smiled, "you can take a look at your package tonight."

"Package?" Danny asked, and followed her pointing finger into the kitchen.

"It's over on the table," she said, moving towards the basement. "It just came today, for your birthday."

"My birthday?" Danny said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "But it's not for another month." He put his hand to his chin thoughtfully. "Who sent it?"

"We don't know," Maddie sighed. "The mailman said he had accidently scratched it, ripped the return address to shreds." She shrugged and once again made her way slowly to the basement stairs, pulling on her hood and goggles." Danny looked at the box warily, fully expecting the Box Ghost to come popping out. "Your father and I have scanned it three times," she smiled from the stairway. "Nothing showed up, so it should be fine."

"Oh," Danny chuckled as she disappeared, "Right...Thanks!" He called after her, and walked over to the box. Closing his eyes, he ripped off the tape, and ducked...but nothing happened. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and peered at the torn cardboard. Gulping, he pulled back the sides of the box to reveal a card half buried in Styrofoam nuggets. Sighing with relief, he pulled out the card and opened it, reading it out loud.

"Dear Mr. Fenton,

Here is a gift (I know it's a little early) for your 15th birthday. I hope it is unforgettable!

Sincerely,

A friend of the Family

P.M."

Danny turned the card over, but nothing more was written on it.

"Wow," he shook his head, "They actually have friends?" Shrugging, set the card down by the side of the box, and reached down. His hand immediately hit something hard, and closed around it. He pulled out a dark red and black roller-blade with little gadgets and a few other things inside a clear, shell on the heal. Danny couldn't help but grin.

"WOO HOO!" He said, raising his hands in the air just as Jazz walked by. She looked over at him curiously.

"Why are you so happy?" she asked. Danny showed her the blades, and started rambling immediately.

"Motorized Hyper Jets!" He grinned. "They shoot air out of the back to add speed, and they're aerodynamic breakthroughs!" He smiled and set his prize gently on top of the Styrofoam.

"Aren't those expensive?" she asked. "Who could have sent them?"

"Don't know," Danny said, still elated. "The return address–"

"Was scratched," Jazz said simultaneously. "I know, I took the package. Wasn't there a card?"

"Yeah," Danny held it up, "But it was signed P.M., a friend of the family's." Jazz stared at him for a moment.

"You mean they have friends?" she asked, incredulously. Danny laughed.

"That's what I said," he picked up the box and turned towards the front room, and the stairs. Jazz only watched uneasily. "I'm going to finish my homework, for once," he grinned again, and disappeared into the front room. Behind him, Jazz looked at the now empty table.

"Then why do I have such a bad feeling about this?" she asked herself.