Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School. I do not own the original story this is based on.
Halloween passed by with little incident. Everybody went out in costumes and got candy. And even some ghosts joined in. It was a rather mundane night for Danny Phantom, though ever now and then he saw someone dressed like him, along with an incident of Paulina hugging one person who had pulled a convincing look-a-like. After hearing of the tight from last night, the popular girl decided she would be better off finding "her ghost boy."
Seeing all the fun, not to mention the few ghost attacks, Danny decided to punch in the number to talk to a particular person.
Dani had been enjoying the open house at Miss Grimwood's. She got to have fun with her friends and their parents. Though there was some confusion, and some anger, with The Phantom, who hadn't forgotten the older halfa. Though once the hot-blooded saw how frightened the small halfa was, and how everyone was giving him a stink eye, especially Phantasma, he quickly apologized and left her be. That didn't mean she wanted to be around him at all.
Dani minded her self as she swiped some swamp fudge brownies from the kitchen when she heard a familiar cackle right behind her.
"You gotta love Ms. Grimwood's recipe," Phanty said as she took a bite of one. "Mmmm...they just drown you in flavor."
Dani didn't respond with words but instead gave a content, giggling moan with the biggest smile. There was no sweet she didn't love, even ones with mosquitoes in it.
The giggling was interrupted by Ms. Grimwood, who called for the little half-ghost.
"Dani, there's a call for you on the phone," the headmistress cried out.
"Coming," Dani said as she waved at Phanty before leaving. Though the banshee followed her with a reasonable distance behind for safe measures.
Her father had no clue about her and Danny. It needed to stay that way.
"Hey cuz," Dani answers the old fashioned rotary phone. It was a miracle the device still operated well. "What's up?"
Just checking to see how my cousin is doing.
"I'm fine. There this big party and all the parents came, except for Phanty's mom. By the way, The Phantom told me to give you a warning if you come near the school."
Seriously? Dani giggled at her cousin's deadpan tone. He needs to chill or others I might just do that for him.
"Phanty...where are you?" The Phantom called out. Luckily the banshee left earlier, but that meant Dani had no backup.
"And speak of the ghost—"
Gotcha. Well, just making sure everything OK. Have fun.
"You too."
Thanks, but I see an army of pumpkins that are attacking folks. So...bye.
With a click, the phone was hung up, and Dani fled the scene in hopes of finding Ms. Grimwood. The Gypsy witch had protected her during The Phantom's confused rage. No one would mess with her students if she had any say about it.
Dani thought a lot about the Fentons. Specifically, her "cousin."
That word made her flinch. Cousin. Genetically speaking, she was a clone, so it was more-so a sister. A younger sister who couldn't see her family, well the one that knows she exists, because of fear of a particular fruit loop.
Maybe one day she could join them.
Danny hung up the phone as he noticed a group of pumpkins that grew in size and wrapped whatever they could get their vines on.
"Sorry, but unless you're a trick, you get no treat," he quipped as he gave two of the sentient fruits a flying foot in the face. As he sent the two into a wall, the rest laid their eyes on him as Danny impaled more with icicles.
The pumpkins soon started to group up and add more to their numbers As one became ten and more. To a human, it was intimidating, but for the halfa hero, it didn't seem like much.
"Is this really suppose to scare me?" Danny snarked before casually sending a blast to each and every one of these vegetable-based foes.
Unknown to the ghostly boy, someone was watching his battle with interest.
The wicked witch of the web and her minion continued to watch the ghostly boy take down the pumpkin monsters with ease.
"Hmmm...the boy is stronger than I thought," Revolta said.
"What shall we do with him, Revolta?" The Creeper asked.
Before the spider witch could answer, someone had joined the scene after Danny managed to take down the last pumpkin creature.
"Who is—oh, no! Creeper quick! Turn off the Venus spy traps!"
"Yes, Revolta."
After all the pumpkins were smashed, Danny noticed a small man who did not run away from the pandemonium. He wore a helmet with a witch cauldron marked with a ban sign on it with glasses and a suit like he was of uniform. Next to the man was a purple aardvark with pink sunglasses that had stars for the lens frame.
"And you are?" Danny asked with an uninterested tone. The man was dressed a bit too much for Halloween.
"I am Tim, the witch smeller, and this is my aardvark, Elton," the man posed with his pet. "I've come here smelling a witch."
"Wow, and I thought tonight would be...actually, you know what, this is in the norm," Danny said to himself as he gestured his hands apart. "Nothing like this will probably phase me."
Tim eyes the halfa curiously as Elton sniffed the air.
"Hmmm...you haven't seen any witches, have you?" Tim asked as he rubbed his chin. Danny instantly did not like where this was going. He remembered Sabrina, his half-witch date.
"No, I haven't," Danny stated bluntly, not getting a good feeling about this guy.
Elton grunted with a growl as Tim frowned with narrowed eyes.
"You're clearly lying. Elton can tell, and since you refuse to cooperate willingly, it seems I'll have to use other measures," Tim said as he pulled out a weapon.
Danny slowly braced himself for anything. Quick as a whip, the witch hunter fired his weapon. The ghost boy made a shield, but there was knockback as it sent him backwards, though only by a few feet.
"It matters not," Tim said as he aimed and fired again as the aardvark went around. "Once I capture you, I find this witch next."
And that got Danny fired up as he circled around as he froze the ground. An ectoblast later and Tim collided into a lamppost.
"Get back, honky cat. Get back to the woods you were hunting in," Danny quipped as he floated over to the downed witch hunter, who gave a puzzled glance. "What? It was all I could think to say."
It was then the aardvark, Elton, came from behind to tackle Danny. However, because the creature was an ordinary aardvark with no supernatural abilities, besides a sense of smell that could find a witch, it went through the ghost boy and into Tim.
"Elton!" Tim cried as he collided with his faithful companion. The two made sure each other was alright, but their smiles turned to frowns when they remembered the fight. Danny Phantom just hovered above as he watched with a smirk.
"I'm guessing you don't fight many ghosts, huh?" the ghostly hero still wore his smirk.
"I'll be changing that when I catch you!" Tim said as he reached for his weapon, but the ghost boy encased him and Elton in ice before he could do anything. "Oh, rotten peaches."
"Why does that remind me of someone," Danny question before deciding that he did not care. "Now, what should I do with you?"
Usually, he just captures his enemies in a thermos and crooks like Freakshow go to jail but Tim? Well, the ghost boy didn't want him coming back for revenge, or worse, going after Sabrina in the same manner. Nothing came to mind until he noticed a little girl ina witch costume walking past with a vampire and werewolf.
"Hey, mister," the little witch girl said. "You got any candy?"
"Get away from me, you horrid witch," Tim spoke as he struggled to get out. It appeared he mistook the costumed girl for the actual thing. "I'd rather go back on the wall than give you anything."
"Really?" Danny said with an idea in mind. Tim did not like where this was going.
After some overshadowed shopping, Tim found himself handing out candy to trick or treaters. And not just regular candy bars, he had found out Phantom made him get the king-size bars for every kind of candy there was.
"Nooooooooo!" Tim cried out. He wanted to leave this humiliating situation but found himself iced to the floor with a note in his hand.
I think you little, nasty blaster gun can melt you out. But I hid it at the bottom of the candy pile. You want out, then give these kids candy and don't show your face here again.
Sincerely
Danny Phantom
"Mark my words, Danny Phantom," Tim crumpled the note in his hand. "You will pay. Pay!"
"Hey, mister, can we please have some more candy?" another bunch of kids showed up. Among them were mothers and fathers that looked like trouble. And they would start if their kids didn't get candy.
"Ohhh...Rotten Peaches."
Manson was not happy. For the past months, Danny Fenton has been bringing up Phantasma more and more. It was like he was trying to bring the two groups together, much to the goth girl's ire. She would never admit her jealous, which only further gave reason to give her friends a surly face. And October thirtieth was the last straw. Not only was Phanty romantically involved with the ghost boy, but another ghost girl, Spectra, was pining for him too.
It was nothing new as the goth had made special preparations to hang out. She even managed to get her parents to leave her alone, albeit she mainly received help from grandma that did so.
Sam should really spend more time with her grandmother, especially since she took to taking care of a grey squirrel that was hanging around the house. It creeped her out with its angry look, and only ate bagels with cream cheese. And not store-bought ones either, no. It only ate the ones from local shops. While money wasn't an issue for the Mansons, the legacy of Izzy Manson and his invention solved that, it was weird having to care for a creature found outside.
Anyway, it was nearing the weekend, and the girl had a horror movie marathon with her favorite characters: Frightmerica, Feminator, and She-Alien in mind. She had the big screen and popcorn ready, but when the day came, her friends said they had plans.
Surprised Tucker had an agenda for the weekend, but she did not like it when Danny said the banshee's name.
"Phantasma," Sam muttered in anger as she gripped the remote in her hand, nearly crushing it.
"This whole thing is Tucker's fault. He never should have made Danny take part in that stupid dating service!" Sam said in anger as she left to go sulk in her room, no longer in the mood to watch any movie. She might as well cancel the entire ordeal.
Friday came, and the gloomy, angry girl didn't even see her friends in the morning, not that she wanted to.
She could hear her parents' words in her head.
"If you liked that Fenton boy, then you should've done something. Not his fault, another girl likes him too," Her father said.
"Sammy Kins, while I don't always approve of your friends, your father is right. You can't just expect a boy to do everything. If they don't make the first move, then you have to, if not, another girl will, and you will just wind up being lonely," her mother added.
Sam could not believe what she was hearing, mainly because she rarely heard good advice from her parents that didn't include how she should live her life.
Angry, the girl could only seethe in her jealousy as she mumbled and repeatedly slammed her locker door.
"Stupid Phanty. Stupid Danny. Stupid Spectra. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid," taking a moment to calm down, Ms. Manson noticed a note placed inside her storage unit. Opening it up, she found it only to say.
We need to talk. Come to the School Roof after classes.
-DP
By the time the bell rang for the next period, Sam had reread the note many, many times. Had Danny finally had enough? Though she wouldn't know until after classes.
As the remainder of the school day moved on, the goth girl found the pace to now be slower than a snail. And just as painful if it was moving on salt. The anxious girl would occasionally send looks to the ghost boy, who was either actually trying to study or was too preoccupied to notice. It didn't help that no ghosts attacked.
The final bell rang, and with a bolt, the curious girl had missed what Lancer was to assign them for homework. That was alright, right? After all, what's one day of missed homework gonna do?
Unable to find her friend, Sam rushed upstairs and opened the door to the school roof. While it was part of the design, there had been no use for it. Not even for students to chill or hang out to avoid classes or stuff. The goth girl looked around for any signs of people, notably Danny. She looked at the note with a scowl as it wrinkled in her hand.
"Danny, I'm here," Sam said and received no answer but the wind. Angry, the girl spoke louder. "You wanna talk about the banshee? Then come out and tell me! But I warn ya, you need a lot of proof to tell me she can be trusted!"
"Will you knock it off?!" Said Deadpool, who arrived behind Sam. "Danny didn't send you the note. And stop thinking you know better for him."
Sam turned around in fear of the red-suited anti-hero. She held her backpack like a flail and swung it around. Deadpool, unfazed by the "weapon," especially when it was a fuzzy spider, grabbed it mid-air and flicked Sam on the face, in between the eyes.
"OW!" Sam rubbed her face. "What was that for?!"
"For thinking you could fight a guy with guns, katanas, and chimichangas with a backpack. Especially one as tacky, I mean, how many goths actually wear spooky backpacks?"
Sam didn't answer the question but glanced at the door. She thought of the ways she could escape without Deadpool noticing. However, Sam forgot he had nothing to look at but her. The rooftop was grey and bland for a distraction anyway.
"Seriously!?" Deadpool had his arms out to emphasize his point. "I just told you I'm armed. If I was a bad guy, you'd...well, for future reference, just find a way to pack some protective gear. Anyway, my point. We're here to talk to you."
"Why?" Sam didn't believe a word he said. "Wait, we?"
"Lazy writing," Deadpool looked to the author. "You better have something else for your other story. Cause I'm only doing this once."
I will, this just seemed too much fun to write and-
"No excuses!" Deadpool pointed a finger as he went back to Sam, who was confused and now more fearful at the anti-hero. "Listen, kid, you got stop being jealous about Danny and Phantasma, be-"
"Who are you to tell me to stop being protective of my friends?" Sam rebutted.
Deadpool sighed, pinched his nose, shook his hands to say "fine, fine," and clapped his hands, one of which held the Infinity Gauntlet with all six stones.
"Alright, time to bring in the big guns," Deadpool snapped his fingers, and from nowhere, a grey squirrel sat on his shoulder. Sam looked to the squirrel, who had a surly expression before she laughed at the sight.
"You!? Ha! Ha! Ha! That's just the squirrel my grandma found. What's he going to do? Throw acorns at me?" Sam held in her gut from the pain of her laughter. The squirrel looked to Deadpool, who eyed him back.
"Trust me," the squirrel said as he floated up and towards Sam's face. "You do NOT want me throwing my nuts at you."
"T-rating," Deadpool muttered. "Watch the wording, Slappy."
"Fine... I am Foamy, bringer of knowledge and teller of wisdom to those who listen!" Foamy grandly introduced himself, with lightning effects courtesy of Deadpool. "Now you need to heed my squirrely advice and STOP BEING ! *#ING JEALOUSY OF PHANTY!...That's her name, right?" Foamy asked that last part to Deadpool, who nodded his head as he had the new improved bleeper out.
"Excuse me-"
"Silence!" Foamy cut Sam off before she could speak. The girl took a step back from the sudden authoritative tone the small squirrel took with her. "Hey DP, if she speaks, erase her mouth!" Deadpool gave a thumbs up. "Alright, now listen up and listen well! You need to stop being jealous because you had your chance and did nothing. Say what you want about your life, but Danny was free to do what he wants, and he chose to take the dating service.
And there was a trigger word. Sam was about to protest, but she looked to Deadpool, who had a snap ready as the stones on the gauntlet shined, prepared for anything. She may not have known what would happen but could see the resemblance between the gauntlet and another of similar appearance. So, the goth girl backed away.
"Tucker may have had him enter, but he chose to stay. And in the end, made a choice. And that choice is Phantasma. Now, you don't have to trust her, cause you to fight ghosts and don't see a lot of friendly ones. That is clear and understandable, BUT!" Foamy yelled as Sam snapped back onto the topic. "You can't justify jealousy when it did not threaten your relationship with Danny."
"Did not threaten!?" Sam snapped. She wasn't going to let the squirrel handle the topic. "I have been with Danny since...I can't remember when! I have been there through his parent's ghost lectures to him getting his powers. And suddenly this...this banshee comes along and is suddenly his girlfriend?"
"To be fair, you really didn't do anything," Foamy pointed out.
"What!?" Sam yelled.
"I mean, did you really do anything to build up proper chemistry with the guy? You know, give him clear, not subtle, hints that you wanted more? Cause if you think about it, he was probably clueless because there were no clear signs. I mean, it looked like you two would date because you're the only girl in his life. How does that work? Where's the chemistry?"
Sam looked back at her life with Danny. To her enormous regret, the yelling, surly, grey squirrel was right. She made have blushed here and there, but never gave any signal or tried to make any time to make sure it was just the two of them. And as much as she couldn't trust Phantasma, Sam really had no choice to admit she shouldn't be so jealous. The goth girl dropped her head in consent as Foamy flew back to Deadpool's shoulder.
"Now, you see the logic that I bring. But..." Foamy paused to make sure Sam was looking at him. "if you ignore my logic and continue on this path of jealousy, I will bring a ! *#ton of punishment on you in a way that you will not forget. "Foamy's voice went deeper at the last part before returning to normal volume. "And here's a taste. Yakko! Wacko! Dot!"
From behind the two, the Warner Brothers and the Warner sister leaped into sight.
"Hey, how's it hanging?" Yakko asked with a call me gesture. Sam stepped back with her bag in front of her now.
"I don't think you're her type," Dot said.
"You think so," Wacko pulled various objects from his pocket, including a mallet, yo-yo, mallet, CDs, and mallet before he picked out a flower. "Think I got a shot?"
"Focus people!" Deadpool snapped. The Warners complied and line up along the merc with a mouth with smiles. Wacko threw away the flower, and Dot caught it and placed the decorative object into her hair.
"Are you still mad cause we took your 'lazy writing' line?" Wacko asked. "Because you got to use it just now."
"Enough stalling! Deadpool! Costumes!" Foamy commanded.
With a snap of his fingers, Deadpool, Foamy, and the Warners were now wearing thin, icy blue dresses with blonde wigs that were styled into french braids. Sam might have laughed if things weren't already going past such levels of ridiculousness.
"If you don't learn, " Foamy pointed to the goth with a threatening tone. "we will come back in these outfits and put on...a musical number with song and dance and Deadpool's reality-bendinggauntlettomakesureyousing. We will go all the way through town and make sure everyone will remember it. So don't make us break into song. LET. IT. GO!"
Sam didn't know what to say, Dot did.
"By the way," the Warner sister pointed to Sam. "You'll be wearing that dress when we sing."
Sam looked to her self to see a fluffy, pink, overly flared dress that clung to her body. In her state of panic, Sam tried to rip it off but found the dress to stretch and snap back onto her.
"If you want, we can modify the dress," Yakko whistled with a growl as Wacko joined in.
"We'll be sure to be gentle," Wacko said.
"MUAH! Goodnight, everybody."
Sam stepped back, reaching for...anything to defend herself with. Only to find nothing. She looked to Foamy, with a vulnerable face, who said, "Got it!?"
"F-fine," Sam sighed in defeat. "I won't be jealous of Phanty...but—"
"If you're right, go gloat to Danny and Tucker, because I don't care!" Foamy's statement earned a small amount of ire from everyone else. "What!? I literally don't care. It's not my job too, nor is it my problem. Now, put me back in New York. I want my bagels!"
A snap later, and everything was back to normal as Sam found herself in her typical attire. She wondered if it was all an illusion, but found a copy of a specific movie in her hand. That was proof enough.
"And one more thing!" Foamy reappeared behind the goth girl, scaring her a few feet forward With only the movie in her hands, Sam placed in front of her like a shield. A small, puny, plastic shield that made her regret her choice of actions. "Spend more time with your grandma! She's awesome! Also, don't. Make me. Come back here. Bye!"
Finally, the surly squirrel left, and the goth girl walked home as she thought about the discussion. As the front door to her house was flung open, the was a noted missing appearance of parental figures save for her grandmother, who sat by the TV. Sam placed her bag near the couch as she took a seat.
"He talked some sense into you, huh?" the elderly Manson woman asked as her granddaughter gave a shocked and slightly frightened look. Sam was glad she had ghost attacks every day, for if she didn't, the girl was sure to jump out of her skin.
"it's hard when your first love doesn't turn out so well, huh?" the granny asked with a sympathetic glance.
Sam didn't answer but hugged the woman as was cradled in her arms. Foamy was right, Grandmother Manson was awesome.
Tucker had packed his bags and eagerly awaited the bus. Usually, the boy would either hole himself up in his room or hang out with Danny and Sam, but this weekend, Velma was in a town close enough to meet up for a date. To say the least, the techno-geek was euphoric after not seeing each other in person for so long.
During their last video date, the bespectacled girl told of a mystery which she and her friends were investigating. Something about a tar monster being sighted. Tucker didn't know whether or not to believe such a tale, but given the supernatural threats he and his friends face, along with the confirmed existence of super-powered beings, any argument against was moot.
"Look out, Turkey, here I come!" Tucker exclaimed as he got on the bus. "Velma baby, I'll see you soon."
The ride was smooth and short but felt like hours for the excited geek. His seatmate even decided to move to another chair just to grab a proper nap.
When the bus finally arrived in Turkey. A city which, for some reason, was not known for any poultry. It was named after the man who founded the settlement, but Tucker wasn't here for a tour. He searched around for the tar mines, from which an apparent tar monster was haunting.
The boy had walked a good few miles till he saw on the outskirts a sign that welcomed visitors to the mines. Why this was a tourist spot, the tech-loving boy didn't want to know, and he didn't care as he spotted his match.
"Velma!" Tucker shouted as he waved.
Velma turned as she saw with bespectacled eyes her boyfriend briskly walking her and her friends.
"Tucker!" the brunette girl said as she made her way over to him. The two embraced after what felt like an eternity apart. Video chats could only keep relations going for so long.
Seeing each other face to face, however, made the wait all worth it.
"I missed you..."Tucker said sincerely.
"I missed you too..."Velma said, smiling at him.
Just then, he noticed a group of teenagers and a Great Dane, and Tucker realized that these must be her friends.
"Am I late for anything?" the techno-geek asked as he glanced at the rest of the gang.
"You mean besides going into a spooky mine filled tar and the tar monster?" the tall, lanky member of the group asked with a scared and shaky voice. The dog, a Great Dane, jumped onto him moments later.
Tucker looked at the scene with confused mirth as his girlfriend realized introductions were in order.
"Right, before we go, let me introduce you to everyone!" Velma said as she pointed with her hand. "Tucker, this is Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and our own Scooby-Doo."
"Hey, everyone," the boy waved meekly. "Hi, Scooby."
"Rello," Scooby said as he waved back with his paw. Now it was Tucker's turn to be frightened as he jumped into Velma's arms.
"Did that dog just talk!?"
Out of everything he had been through, a talking dog was not expected. However, there was no time for an answer as a ghastly roar ECHOED from the mines. Scooby had once again jumped into Shaggy's arms as the gang plus Tucker walked into the tunnels. It was old and full of tar that was on the floors or dripping from the ceiling.
"This place gives me the creeps," Daphne commented as she walked closer to Fred.
"I wonder why they made this place a tourist spot," Tucker thought out loud.
The teens kept walking until they hit a fork in the shafts.
"Alright, gang, let's split up," Fred said.
"Uhh...Fred?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah?"
"Why are we splitting up? Won't it make it easier for the monster to take us out?"
The gang looked to Tucker and then to Fred. The techno-geek had a point since small groups were simple to take down.
"True," Fred admitted. "But we need to cover more ground. We need to investigate this mystery."
"And what makes you think this is not a real monster?" Tucker asked due to his encounters with the supernatural.
"Tucker, if this was a real monster, chances are the workers here would have found it years ago," Velma said. She had a point.
And with that, the gang split into teams of two. Shaggy and Scooby went with Tucker, while Fred went with Daphne and Velma. The techno-geek wanted to be with his girlfriend, after all, he came all the way here to spend time with her, but she decided it was best Tucker got to know her friends first. They'd have plenty of time alone afterward.
The mine shaft was dark, save for lights installed up top, and each footstep echoed in every direction. There was no telling who made them, though, and that was the scary part.
"So you and Velma met at a dating service?" Shaggy asked as Scooby kept an eye out for the monster. Or anything else.
"Yeah...I sign me and my friend Danny up, but I didn't put down an honest profile," Tucker sighed in defeat. There was no point in hiding it.
"TooFineTuck, right?"
"How'd you know?" the tech-loving boy asked in surprise. His account wasn't linked to him, so how would they know?
"Like Daphne told us of a guy using a fake profile to pick up women. And like when Velma here told us she matched with you, we were..."
"Suspicious?" Tucker deadpanned.
"Ringo," Scooby said.
"Yeah, I shoulda listened to Danny. He got like twenty-eight girls that liked him back and still chose his perfect match."
"Wow," Shaggy whistled. "Twenty-eight girls... so, if you don't mind me asking, who's the lucky girl?"
"Phantasma," Tucker said before he mentally shut himself up, but he quickly relaxed. No one at Amity Park was suspicious. What harm would giving her name away be?
The answer came in the form of Shaggy and Scooby stopping in their tracks.
"Did...did you say Phantasma?" Shaggy asked. "As in Phantasma from Ms. Grimwood's Finishing School for Ghouls?"
Tucker's eyes widen in shock, unable to believe what he just heard.
W-What? He...he knows her?! Tucker thought in shock but said nothing. He was shocked speechless. Wait, won't this lead to Danny's identity being found out!?
"Like Scoob and I taught there for a year as part of a student-teacher thing. It was either that or repeat the year."
This brought up more questions, but before anyone could say a word, a loud, echoing roar came from within the caverns.
"What was that?" Tucker asked with a shaken voice.
"Oh, ha ha ha! that was me," Shaggy replied as he covered his stomach. "I haven't eaten in like two hours."
The young boy scanned the tall teen head to toe. He definitely wasn't fat and could give models a run for their money with how skinny he is.
"I'm more scared at your metabolism," Tucker commented as he looked up at Shaggy. "You might just grow y'all enough to scare the monster.
"Hahaha! You think so?" Shaggy turned to Scooby.
"Ru-huh!" The dog nodded.
"Really? What do you think, Mr. Tar monster?" the lanky teen blinked. "Mr. T-t-t-tar Monster!?"
"Oh, come on! The guy can't be right...behind...us?" Tucker doubted at first till he saw the black oozing figure right behind them. The creature roared loud enough to shake the
"Zoinks!" Shaggy yelled as he, Scoob, and Tucker ran away.
"ROAR!" It roared at him.
"Oh man," Tucker said he, Shaggy, and Scooby ran back as fast as they could. The two were quicker than the techno-geek as they were a foot or two ahead. Foley now understood how Shaggy could eat a lot.
"Now what?" Tucker asked.
"Usually, we just keep running, most of the time into whatever trap Fred made for that thing," Shaggy said.
"Where is the trap?" Tucker asked.
"Rhe ron't row," Scooby said.
"What?" Tucker said, not liking this predicament and the fact he couldn't understand the dog.
The craziness from it all, the monster, the mines, the outdoors, and not being around Velma, had the boy deciding that he had enough, he pulled out his Fenton blaster that he kept just in case of emergencies.
"I don't know if that is a ghost or not, but I gotta do something," Tucker said as he got ready and aimed.
"Like what is that thing?" Shaggy asked.
All questions and comments were ignored as the tar monster got closer. While the beast could be bested at any distance, Tucker wanted to make the shot count and waited till he saw the white of its one eye. Well, green of it anyway. To boy and his dog's surprise, the geek managed to hit it straight on and sent the monster flying...into a vat of wet cement at the end of the shaft.
"ROAR!" "The monster roared, but it ended up being stuck.
"Row," Scooby said in awe.
The three went over to the device and quickly pulled a lever, activated the vat. The tar monster slurred and sloshed inside before roars became cries of help.
"Help! Help!"
Velma, Fred, and Daphne heard the commotion and ran as fast as they could.
"What happened?" Velma asked.
"Your boyfriend like took on the tar monster," Shaggy laughed. "And now we're giving a bath. A cement bath."
"Huh? How?" Velma asked. When she saw the weapon in Tucker's hand, everything was coming together. "Tucker, what is that?"
"You remember, my friend, Danny. Well, his parents are ghost hunters, and they make stuff like this," Tucker answered.
"And you brought it with you?.."Daphne question.
"Amity Park is haunted almost every day...it's a precaution," Tucker answered.
The scene was set as the vat tipped over to release the now mostly cement monster. The cement had hardened quickly into an instant prison, save for the head which Fred grabbed as the gang gathered.
"Now let's see who's really under the mask.
"You really think it is a guy in a mask?" Tucker asked.
"We always get some guy in a mask," He said and, as predicted, turns out that the tar monster really is a guy in a mask.
"Stoner?!" Velma and her friends all shouted in shock.
"Who?" Tucker asked in confusion.
"He's an assistant, here at the mines. We thought he disappeared," Velma explained. "So, he could return as the tar monster."
"But why?" Daphne asked as she and Fred looked around.
After a few moments, the ascot wearing leader found a map of the mines with some words written on it. Upon inspection, the note stated of a treasure hidden in the tunnels.
"Treasure?" Fred repeated the circled word.
"Now it all makes sense. Mr. Stoner faked his disappearance so he could use the legend of the Tar Monster to scare away the locals and get the treasure," Velma said, and the bad guy snarled, showing that she is right, before a particular line was spoken.
"And I would've got away with too if it wasn't for you meddling kids."
After the usual routine, the cops had managed to come in an witness the scene. Due to the echoes of the mine, the officers got a full confession and promptly took the ex-assistant away. Afterward, everybody decided for some needed RR as Tucker and Velma separated from the group. The gang was great and friendly, but they wanted some private time together. Plus, Shaggy and Scooby made a break for the nearest place that served food, so any interrogation about them and the ghoul school was out of the question.
The two had gotten some ice cream and took a seat at the nearby park. Jogger and dog walkers could be seen coming and going as the two sat in blissful silence.
"So...Scooby can talk," Tucker said to break the ice.
"It's a mutation. Though to be honest, with everything else in the world, anything is possible," Velma said.
"You have no idea," Tucker remarked. Velma turned her head in shock as the boy said. "next time."
Saturday came, and so did Jack and Maddie Fenton from a convention all week. The sun was barely setting when they came busting through the door.
"Kids! We're home!"
Despite their evident exhaustion, the Fenton patriarch had the biggest smile on his face before he collapsed. While Danny and Jazz were concerned, that smile told them not to be. They had driven to and from New York in the Fenton Assault Vehicle, and the moment they stepped in, the kids knew their parents needed a shower.
"I take it everything at the...what kind of convention was it?" Jazz asked, not paying attention the first time.
"A supernatural convention for science," Maddie stated proudly but weak.
"Can't believe they actually had one," Danny muttered.
"Oh, you kids missed something amazing," their mother said as she dragged Jack's tired body upstairs. "We got to meet the Ghostbusters."
"The who?" Danny asked, not liking the sound of that.
"The Ghostbusters!" Jack proclaimed as he stood up. "The original ghost fighting team. I remember seeing them back in my day. It inspired me to be the man I am today! Man, you should have seen them. Those Ghostbusters were cleanin' up the town!"
The large man wobbled over to the stairs, where he held the railing. Despite the adrenaline rush, he was still tired.
"Well, tell you kids more tomorrow," Maddie said as she and Jack climbed the stairs. "Right now, we need our rest. Have a good night, kids."
"Night, mom. Night, dad," Danny said as his parents went to bed.
Once they were out of sight, Danny turned to his sister.
"I guess now is as good a time as any for patrol," Danny said.
"Stay safe. I'll handle things in case mom and dad wake up," Jazz stated as she headed upstairs.
Danny nodded as he quickly changed forms and flew out.
The town was quiet save for a few phans that's spotted the ghost boy, but other than a few camera flashes, nothing happened. Not even the Box Ghost made a peep, and he did that every chance he got.
After an event less patrol, Danny retires to his bedroom for a well-earned rest. But try as he might, he couldn't sleep.
During his routine, there was the subtle feeling that someone was watching him. It couldn't be Vlad, because he never knew when the man was watching, and even he had to sleep as well.
Getting up, the ghost boy looked around his room. His ghost sense never went off. So what was bothering him?
"It is weird...Why do I feel like something is watching me?" Danny stated that more than a question as he looked around, uneasy.
"Maybe because you are becoming more aware of your surroundings," A voice said suddenly.
"Huh?" A startled Danny turned around, only to calm down when he saw who it was.
A friend of his that he hasn't seen since Summer.
"Bar-I mean Batgirl!?" Danny quietly exclaimed and then asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I followed you back," Batgirl said with a playful smirk. "And don't worry, we didn't see anything while you changed."
Danny's face had turned red. For a while, he was happy to see Barbara again, that didn't mean he wasn't embarrassed.
"Wait. We?" Danny asked. And to his other surprise, a nun-chuck wielding mutant turtle with an orange mask and belt appeared.
"What up, D?"
"Michelangelo!?"
Wow! What an end of the week. Danny had an encounter with a witch smeller, Sam got a rather blunt lesson in her jealousy, and Tucker got to solve a mystery. Plus, Scooby-Doo and the gang finally made an appearance.
And more importantly, I made an appearance again! Chimichanga Time!
Hey Deadpool how are-why are you still wearing the dress?
There's no denying I pull this off better. Anyway I just came to annoy you and take your card for chimichanga money. Bye!
OK...deal with that in a minute. though that might be too late by then. Anyway, thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoyed this. See ya next time. Stay safe. The next chapter will have a nice crossover adventure.
Special Thanks to Flower Princess11 for her help.
Reviews:
danifan3000: Interesting idea. Maybe Phanty would find out via the blog or the Gory Gazette.
Luiz4200: Thanks, but the idea was from Flower Princess11 that they had history.
61394:We'll get into their history in later chapters. Sam seemed determined to be a non-conformist, mainly for aesthetic reasons. So the term "normy' would obviously enrage her. The psychic thing was just a myth gag. Though Vlad had no plans and Black Cat is still out of town, for now.
Major Simi: Thanks!
williamescobar608: Me temo que no. (I'm afraid not.)
Guest: Not at the moment. I have other projects I want to get to, plus the Danny and Jen side story.
Jebest4781: Thanks!
The Brod Road: Spectra will be making more appearances, but I don't think Vlad and Revolta's plans will interfere with each other like that...or maybe it will.
Dreams Come True 996: I saw the picture. Maybe the ghouls will learn to get along. I don't think Sam is being racist, but her jealousy was growing. Maybe now though, shell learn to be more temperamental. Bonus question answer: Ghoul School I liked, but I also liked Zombie Island, Cyber Chase, Witch's Ghost, Boo Brothers, Alien invaders, and Reluctant Were-wolf.
Jay The Average Fan Boy: My ideas for girls in the original fic were-Raven (Teen Titans), Kiley(Extreme Ghostbusters), Bloom (Winx Club), Lydia (Beetlejuice Tv series), one of the contestants from Total Drama series, and a teenage version of the Powerpuff girls.
Mazamba: I think that's Flower Princess11's fic Ressurected Memories. I don't think that'll happen here. Though Ember will still make appearances.
tomahawkESP: Thanks!
Chester A Bum: Oh yeah, your pumpkin, did that cat move out? Anyway, more girls will appear too. The only question is how will they react to Phantasma.