Not So Good Solutions

Danny pulled Lucy off him, still shocked at the discovery. Joanna lay unconsious a few feeet away and looked deadly pale. Danny swiftly flew over to her. To his relief, he found a pulse.

Lucy's pulse, on the other hand, had long since stopped, and she was taking ten years of bottled up furry out on Danny. But, Before Lucy could make another move, Danny whipped out a cylindrical container and sucked Lucy into it. Her fainit scream leaving an echo.

As Danny Turned around, his ghost sense went off again. He scanned the room to find the source, until his eyes rested on a blue form next to a painting of a block of Salt.

"I am the Box Ghost! and Your mavelous squareness shall now be mine," The Box Ghost Said Triumphantly, but when he tried to use his powers on it they failed. Danny used the ghost's frustration to his advantage.

-1 minute later-

"Two Ghosts in Five Minutes it's a new record!" Danny said to himself as he phased through the ceiling, carrying the sleeping form of his cousin. Danny spotted Vlad getting into his copter, ordering his Vultures to get a phone installed. Before Danny could make a move, he was shot out of the sky by a mass of green goo.

Danny opened his eyes and saw Valerie standing over him, a nervous look on her face. But before he could gain the upper hand, he felt himself get hit with a dart. Then, the world went black...

Jazz looked for a way to avoid them, but it was no use...

Only a hour earlier, the disfuntional family was turning the house upside down looking for the two missing teenagers. But, when the clock stroke nine, a vicious growling could be heard throughout the house. Out of no where, huge furry beast charged into the room and starting attacking the Fentons and the annoying Aunt.

In that hour, things had gotten much worse. Maddie had mysteriously disappeared, supposedly eaten by one of the beasts, and they grew bigger when the clock struck ten.

Jazz strunk back in the corner, barely avoiding the jaws of one of the beasts, (or her Aunt Alicia). The cruel irony was, there were going to much more violent consequences for them at midnight than for Cinderella.