Anyhoo, I don't know how you'll like this part since I wrote it in a hurry, but here you go anyway.
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"Oh great, not another tourist," Jazz sighed to herself and rolled her eyes as she looked down at the small boy with the green jacket who had just asked about ghosts. "What's your name, kid?"
"I'm Timmy, and - "
"And I'm Tootie!" The small girl cried out, apparently just as excited as Timmy was.
"Timmy, and Tootie. That's cute," Jazz said in an impassive, blasé tone. She obviously wanted to get back to eating her sandwich.
"Achem, as I was saying..." Timmy continued casting an angry glare at Tootie for interrupting him, "We heard that crazy scientists and ghosts live here, and we were just wondering if we could meet them," Timmy said eagerly and a bit quickly.
"Crazy scientists, eh?" Jazz thought aloud with a slight chuckle. "Actually, you're not too far from the truth. My parents are unhealthily weird." She stopped to think as she raised her hand to her chin, but continued after a moment of silence. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just contemplating my life. Would you two like to come in?"
"Oh boy, would we!" Tootie said before Timmy could even answer.
"Yeah," Timmy said defeated. He thought it would be safe to not try to sneak in another word before Tootie. "We'd love to."
The two were led in through the front door, when they heard a voice call from the kitchen, "Hey Jazz, who was at the door?"
"Just some kids who are curious about ghosts, Danny," Jazz replied furtively. "Your specialty, if I'm not mistaken..." she yelled back. Sam gave Danny a panicky look.
"What?" Danny asked as he stood up and walked to the front of the house. "What did you mean by that, Jazz?" he asked a bit cautiously.
"Well," she paused then added, "You just seem really interested in what mom and dad do. You'd know more about ghosts than I would," she cocked her head at her brother, as she noticed he became a little less tense at these words. She smiled to herself.
"Yeah, heh heh," Danny answered, then noticed the two small children standing in the doorway. He immediately recognized the pink-hatted boy and the goofy-looking girl from Dash's house. "Hey, it's you!" Danny said surprised, then felt the pink mist escape his mouth again along with the warmth. He turned away for a moment, so no one would see it.
"...And it's you!" Timmy said, as he remembered seeing Danny all beaten up from inside Dash's house. "What happened to you before?" the small boy asked as he surveyed the raven-haired teenager. He was obviously surprised that he looked so much better already.
"Oh, you saw that? I was um, well..." Danny stammered.
"-hit by a bus," Jazz finished his sentence for him.
"Hey, I was right!" Timmy exclaimed.
"Oh great," Jazz sighed again. "Well, you're welcome to have something to eat or drink if you'd like, but I have to get going soon," Jazz said. "Hey Danny, would you and Sam mind showing them around? Are you up to that?"
"Sure, no problem. I'm actually feeling much better now," the boy replied as he tried to conjecture the connection between this boy and the new sensation he experienced whenever he was around.
"Good," she said as she opened the fridge to get their guests some drinks, being careful not to disturb her parents' ectoplasmic residue samples that were in the meat drawer being chilled.
"So, how did you find out about my parents and ghosts?" Jazz asked the children as she poured them some juice.
"My daddy told us that he and my uncle met your mom and dad when they first moved here," Tootie said.
Danny chimed in. "I saw you at Dash Baxter's house. You wouldn't be related to him, would you?"
"He's my cousin," the little girl answered.
"Not mine," Timmy said. "I just got stuck coming along on the trip. Her sister is my babysitter."
"That girl with the red hair who was with Dash?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, that was her," Timmy said as he turned to face the goth girl who had just spoken.
"Man, I feel for you," Danny said, obviously somewhat concerned about the future well-being of these two younger children. After all, Dash beat him up just about every other day.
"Timmy, it's so hot out, why don't you take off your jacket? You can hang it on the chair," Jazz said. She watched him give his green jacket a contemplative look as if asking it if it was okay, then he nodded to it then turned to her and nodded again as he placed it on the kitchen chair behind him. "...Okaaay..." Jazz said slowly, then turned as the front door opened again.
"Hey Tucker!" Danny and Sam said in unison as the computer nerd ran in, apparently out of breath.
"Escaped your mom?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, for now at least," the boy replied as he glanced behind him, half expecting his mother to be there just ready to yell at him again in regards to the hole in the wall.
"I'm not even going to ask," Jazz replied to this curt conversation and walked away to wash her dishes off in the sink.
"Hey, are we going to see any ghosts, or what?" Tootie asked suddenly.
"Yeah!" Timmy continued excitedly.
Danny and Jazz looked at each other for a moment, before seeming to come up with an unspoken consensus.
"Okay, you two," Jazz started.
"We'll give you a tour of the lab, but it will have to be a quick one, and you can't touch anything," Danny said. "After all, our parents aren't home."
"Yippee!!!" the two children shouted.
"... but we can't guarantee that you'll see a ghost," Sam and Tucker said together.
"Great. Now that we're all set, I have to go back to work," Jazz said. She returned to the kitchen, grabbed the remains of her sandwich along her keys, and walked past her brother on her way out of the door. "Make sure you don't let them touch anything in the lab," she whispered to him as she passed, and he nodded in agreement.
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"WHAT?" Skulker yelled angrily as he looked at what he had thought was his new ghost detector. "This must belong to that bizarre fairy guy. I must have grabbed it by mistake, but that would mean he has my ghost tracker. What am I supposed to do with this?!" he roared.
He glared at the device furiously as he prepared to throw it far away. The device, however, as if sensing its imminent doom, started buzzing as two egg-beaters popped out of the top of it and started spinning, as if trying to madly whip the air in front of it. "Yeah, this is real nice," the ghost hunter said rolling his eyes. However, as Skulker wound up and was about to release it, the mechanism did something unexpected. It started beeping madly, and the screen came to life displaying yet another lit-up arrow pointing towards the Fenton household.
"I can't afford any more delays, but I know that is where the ghost boy lives. I wonder..." he said as he followed the arrow. "Fairies don't exist, but maybe I should check it out anyway. Perhaps this has something to do with Daniel."
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"So you see, my parents hunt ghosts for a living," Danny told his two younger guests. He tightly clutched the Fenton Thermos as they headed down the stairs that led to the basement laboratory. Sam and Tucker followed, turning on the lights so they could all see where they were going.
Timmy, Tootie, (and Wanda unnoticed while disguised as a wristwatch) looked around in wonder as they noticed all the ghost hunting equipment.
"This is the lab, and you cannot touch anything down here," Danny insisted again.
"But, we can show you what all this stuff is for," Tucker continued. The teens were all experts at the operation of the gear the Fentons invented, (mainly because they had to use it on a regular basis).
"Cool!" Timmy and Tootie exclaimed as they looked around in sheer amazement. There were all kinds of instruments laying around, but Tootie was interested in the thermos Danny was holding.
"Do you like soup? You've been carrying that thermos around the whole time we've been here," she asked pointing to the thermos.
"Oh this?" Danny asked holding it up. "This isn't for soup. It captures ghosts, and then I can return them to the Ghost Zone where they belong."
"The Ghost Zone? Is that where they live?" the little girl asked in wonder.
"Well, yes," Danny replied.
Timmy wasn't really listening, but was rather fascinated by the huge circular device against one wall. He approached it slowly.
"Whoa there! Hold it kid," Sam said as she watched him walk towards it. "That's a huge no no."
"Why?" the boy inquired as he stopped. "Is it a gateway to the spirit world or something?" he asked with a smirk and a laugh as he poked the metallic circle.
"Actually, it is," all three answered in unison.
"Sometimes evil ghosts come out of it that are either dangerous or cause a lot of trouble for everyone. We use this thermos to catch them and send them back," Danny reiterated for the boy. As if on cue, the portal vibrated, and then opened as a greenish light cast an eerie glow on everything in the basement.
"Oh no, get back!" the elder kids shouted aloud and all jumped back. Danny felt chills and the blue smoke emerged from his mouth as he grabbed the thermos. Not now, he thought to himself.
He, Tucker, and Sam jumped in front of the kids. Timmy, Tootie and Wanda watched wide-eyed since they had no idea what was going on. They then saw a figure emerge from the gateway wearing what appeared to be a postal-worker's uniform. He was a bit chubby and wore a little hat, not to mention the fact that he was transparent and floated in the air before them.
"Oh great, not him again," the teens said at the same time, and backed down.
"I am the Box Ghost!" the ghost exclaimed loudly while he waved his hands in front of him for dramatic effect. "And I have escaped to wreak havoc in your world once again!"
"Don't you get tired of this?" Danny asked him.
"As I was saying," the Box Ghost continued, "I am the Box Ghost, and I shall join my corrugated, cubical minions to bring you to your doom! Muwahaha!" The ghost raised his hand and all the boxes in the room levitated and flew towards the group.
"Oh my Gosh!" Wanda exclaimed to Timmy. "What kind of magic is this? I hope Cosmo is okay upstairs where you left him!" Timmy couldn't answer, and both he and Tootie cowered behind a lab table.
"Get down!" the three heard the teens yell at them as the boxes soared by, barely missing them.
The Box Ghost guffawed idiotically as he exploited his control over 'all things square.' "You cannot hide from me, THE BOX GHOST, and not you, nor your cylinder of doom can stop me!"
Danny looked at the children and knew it would be so easy for him to just transform into his alter ego and catch the Box Ghost, but he couldn't risk revealing his secret. Instead he took out the Fenton thermos. "Eat thermos, Box Ghost!" he called, as he opened it. The device emitted a piercing blue beam of light which enveloped the Box Ghost and sucked him inside.
"Nooo! My boxes and I shall return! You have not defeated me yet, ghost boy!" was the last thing they heard him say before Danny threw the cap on, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"What on earth just happened?" Timmy asked as the lights came back to normal, and as Danny sent the Box Ghost back to his own realm. The two children emerged from their hiding place and approached Danny.
Danny gasped again after he had finished his task as the pink mist emanated from his mouth once more, and the comfortable warmth spread throughout his body. He looked at Timmy quizzically for a few awkward moments.
"That was the Box Ghost," Tucker answered for him when the blue-eyed boy didn't reply.
"He is one of the easier ghosts to catch," Sam added. "He just likes to cause trouble, and likes boxes even more."
The two children looked at the now closed gate, then shouted "THAT WAS SO COOL!" as loud as they could. As Tootie babbled animatedly, Timmy remembered the final words he had heard the Box Ghost say.
"Why did he call you ghost boy?" Timmy asked Danny.
"Uh... um, because I do this on a regular basis," the boy replied, but Timmy could tell he had broken into a sweat. This question had obviously startled him.
"Uh, why don't we put everything away down here," Sam piped in to change the subject.
"Great idea, Sam!" Danny and Tucker answered together, loudly with fake smiles.
"But it's a mess down here, and it will take forever!" Timmy whined. "I want to see more ghosts!" He then thought of an idea. "Oh my gosh! What's that?" he shouted loudly and pointed to the ceiling. The entire group looked up trying to figure out what he was talking about. Timmy turned to Wanda and whispered, "I wish everything was neat and tidy again."
The pink watch on his wrist smiled and raised a little wand. In a 'poof' the lab was spotless.
"What are you talking about, Timmy?" Danny asked eyeing the ceiling, but just then, he felt something else strange. Just as Wanda had granted the boy his wish, Danny's body started tingling in addition to the warmth. It was almost like the 'pins and needles' one feels when their circulation is cut off, except this was rather pleasant. His hands also became somewhat numb. He then looked around in disbelief as he saw everything (and every box) was in its rightful place. "What the-?" he started but didn't finish. Sam, Tucker, and Tootie had the same amazed look on their face.
"What...just...happened?" everyone but Timmy asked aloud in sheer befuddlement.
"Uh, it's clean now. Let's go see more ghosts!" Timmy said.
"You were lucky to see even one," Danny said, still in disbelief that the lab was cleaned so quickly and that he was experiencing these strange sensations around this tiny kid. "At least we-" but he stopped as the pleasant feeling ceased and his ghost sense kicked in once again. His two best friends saw he was shivering.
"Not another ghost!" the trio said while they worriedly glanced at Timmy and Tootie. A crash came from upstairs.
"Oh my gosh! Cosmo!" Wanda said to Timmy when she was out of earshot from the others.
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