Thank you for reading! Needed a small break from rereading the last chapter of Out of Time (which comes out next week AHHHH) and this popped into my brain. Thought I'd share.

Happy Canadian Turkey Day friends.

MATW

"So you're saying Camp Eerie is haunted?"

Danny shook his head as he poured himself another cup of coffee. "That's what we're telling everyone, Dad." Dumping a few spoons of sugar into the mug, he took a sip as he walked back over from the table. Jack was tinkering with some new electronic while Maddie sat at the table going through some calculations. "It was just Walker and his goons going after Wulf again."

"Wulf's the big fluffy guy who controls portals right?"

"Yup."

"And… Walker? Maddie who was Walker again?"

"The Ghost Warden dear," Maddie replied absently, not looking up.

"He calls himself the warden," Danny said bitterly. "Not like his rules make the Zone a safer place." He rubbed his wrists absently. "He was the ghost who overshadowed the mayor that one time."

Jack frowned at that misunderstanding. "So you thought he overshadowed us too?"

"I mean - he got everyone else in my life," the half-ghost said tiredly. "He wanted make Amity Park my prison cell."

The pencil Maddie was holding clattered to the floor. "What?" she said, appalled as she looked up at her son. "Why?"

Danny winced slightly. "I - um - may have started a prison riot?"

Jack's eyes grew wide, burning with enthusiastic questions.

Maddie's narrowed in suspicion. "How, exactly, did you start a prison riot young man?"

Danny looked away from his mother, hands twitching fretfully. "Uh…"

Maddie continued. "You would have to be in prison to start one." When he stayed quiet, she pressed him further. "Daniel Fenton - you did not get yourself stuck in ghost jail."

"Technically…" he started, looking chagrined. "I escaped from ghost jail?"

"You what!?"

"In my defense - he's insane and I got arrested for trying to get back your anniversary present."

"Ghost jail!"

Danny held up his hands. "Seriously - it's all good. Walker's all pent up about the rules and may have some interesting types of torture techniques, but he's pretty predictable." While his mother continued to deal with the fact that her youngest had been arrested, Danny turned to his father. "Seriously, he keeps forgetting that humans are real world items too. Sam, Wulf and I made quick work out of him. We're all good - just got to get through the next 999 years of my life."

Jack pushed his toys aside, grabbed the calculations and extra pencil from Maddie and flipped the paper over. He looked at his son expectantly.

"Tell me everything."