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"Over two billion dollars in gold disappeared from Nazi banks during the end of WWII." Tucker read. "I think that this is what we just found."

"Two billion," Jazz said shaking her head. "I really can't believe that they're going to share it with us."

"This is really weird," Danny admitted. "And we're not going to do anything about the nuclear plant?"

"It hasn't blown up in, what? Forty years? I don't think it's going to anytime soon," Sam shrugged..

"Hey kids," Jack Fenton said as he walked into his son's room. Danny felt a foreboding feeling, a sure sign that his father had come up with another insane scheme.

"Hi dad, what's up?" Danny asked, praying that it didn't involve the 'ghost boy.'

"Your mother and I have come up with a sure fired way to catch those two ghost kids that have been terrorizing the town!" Jack cried, pulling out a complicated looking device.

"Presenting the Fenton Supernatural Radar! We can track any supernatural entity anywhere in town!" Jack explained. Danny and Jazz had to refrain from groaning audibly. This did not bode well for their superhero careers.

"So, does it work?" Tucker asked stupidly.

"Haven't tried it yet," Jack noted and turned it on.

Immediately, a small screen began to glow and blip, with five dots blinking on it. "Hmm. You guys must be really coated in ectoplasm from cleaning out the lab with me earlier." Jack explained. "It's picking up all of you as supernatural beings."

All four sets of eyes widened.

"Well, I need to fine tune this thing," Jack said and moved back through the door.

"Tuck, we need to talk," Danny said pointedly.

Tucker blinked. "You heard your dad. It's just ectoplasm."

"Tucker, our father's explanations are notoriously flawed. And there was that time that you picked up that piano," Jazz argued.

"So, what does that make me? A ghost?" Tucker asked, eyeing his hand like it was about to disappear, which it might.

"I don't think so," Sam said, pursing her lips. "I think you may be something more…"

Sam didn't get to finish her comment because, at that moment, a rift in the ghost zone opened up. And out stepped Walker.

"Hello ghost boy," Walker greeted with his typical arrogance. "I see you've finally taken a haunt."

"Yeah, and I caught Skulker again," Danny said, handing over the Fenton thermos. Jazz had made two more so he didn't feel bad about handing one over. Walker took it, surprised.

"Well Ghost boy, I was going to ask you about that damn hunter, but you've already caught him. I guess I owe you a little something," Walker said, digging through one of his pockets.

"For a difficult catch like this one, I think eight should be enough," Walker said and slipped eight rubies into Danny's hand. Danny stared at the small mass of gemstones as Walker looked to Tucker. "Since when do you keep a werewolf at your side Ghost boy?" Walker asked.

Danny blinked in confusion.

"Well, Tucker just got bitten," Danny explained.

Walker gave a courteous goodbye, his condolences to Tucker, and stepped back through the portal to the ghost zone, which promptly closed back up.

"That was surprising," Danny said, with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, this whole werewolf thing does have its advantages," Tucker said happily as he lifted up one of the stone benches to get a text book that he had dropped. It must have weighed five hundred or so pounds.

"Wait until the full moon next week," Sam replied as she bit into her turf-witch. She had a decidedly dark look on her face.

"Why's that?" Jazz asked. Unlike normal days, her class had switched lunch periods to accommodate some assembly later in the day. Currently she had finished her homework and was reading from one of the books that she had barrowed from the Donaldson Museum Library.

"Werewolves may be stronger than ghosts or faeries physically, but during the full moon, they don't really have human minds," Danny explained.

"In other words, Tucker. You get the bonus of maybe triple the average lifespan of humans, but every month you loose your mind for one night," Sam added.

Tucker looked a little pale, "That's encouraging. When's the next full moon?"

"This Wednesday," Jazz supplied.