"What do you mean they won't come off?" Sam asked, running up to the car and looking inside.
"I mean they won't come off!" Danny said. "It's like they've fused to my skin!" He looked up.
"Well," Sam commented dryly, it looks like we've found the reason your ghost form wasn't exactly normal this morning."
"But then why am I having a problem with thesein human form?" Danny asked. Sam and Jazz just shrugged.
"I don–" Sam was cut off by her cell-phone. She picked it up.
"Tucker?" She rolled her eyes, "Where are you?" Danny and Jazz looked at each other. "The lunchroom? Why–ghost? Valarie? We'll be right there." She turned and looked at the two in the car helplessly.
"Tucker says there's a ghost in the lunchroom, and Valarie's fighting him right now," she looked at Danny. "We've got to find some way to help her." Jazz reached over the front seat and touched the trunk release.
"Sam, untie Danny. He's obviously no problem now." Sam shrugged at Danny and did as she was told. When she finished, they both joined Jazz, who was rummaging through a large duffle bag in her trunk. She came up with several objects.
"Okay, I have an ectoplasmic blaster, the Fenton Peeler, a ghost net on apole for long reach, and you have the thermos..." She looked up to see Danny and Sam gaping at her. "What?" she asked.
"Since when do you carry around stuff like that in your trunk?" Danny asked.
"Oh, like I'm going to let my brother fight ghosts with very little back up when I can help it!" she rolled her eyes and shoved the weapons at them, closing the trunk. "Come on, let's go."
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"I'll get you, Ghost!" Valarie screamed and lunged at what looked to the few people still hovering behind tables around the room clear air. She was caught however half-way through her dive, and thrown in the completely different direction. "AAAAA!" She screamed as she crashed into several overturned tables.
"Come on, Danny," two voices said simultaneously.
"Is there an echo in here?" Tucker had taken shelter behind one of the large lunch tables now laying on its side. Shaking his head, he turned to the rubble behind him. "Get out of here!" he hissed at the kids still hiding behind a table. They nodded and made a break for it, squeezing past Danny, Jazz, and Sam as they entered the lunchroom. Sam had the ectoplasmic gun, Jazz held the Fenton Peeler, and Danny had taken charge of the net and the thermos. The blue mist of his ghost sense sending a slight, but constant fog around his head.
"Ah, the ghost child," a scratchy voice said. Two red ectoplasmic blasts suddenly blew to the right and left of Danny.
"Jazz!" he turned, "Sam!"
"And he has very vulnerable human friends," Danny clenched the thermos tighter, and turned to face the voice, unaware that his eyes now glowed crimson. The ghost however didn't miss it, and if he had been visible, those conscious would have seen an evil smile creep across his face.