Danny stared into his cereal, idly wondering if a jury in the world would convict him. The situation would have been laughable if he weren't so worried about the ghost responsible. It had to be a ghost, after all. People didn't suddenly break out in song and dance on their own. Most didn't, at least. And the ones that did knew what they were doing. The Fenton family didn't seem to realize anything was amiss.

It had to be Erik, back for revenge. True, the little shade was more likely to force everyone into the roles of Phantom of the Opera characters. He was also the only one Danny knew who could bend others to his will. On the other hand, he was usually only found following Ember around like a lost puppy.

There was Ghost Writer, of course. But he would be more likely to write reality-bending poetry than Broadway musicals.

Of course, it could have been Silver. Having just come from dealing with her thirty years in the future, he was more than willing to believe she was behind everything. Except, of course, that it wasn't nearly vicious enough. Did that mean anything? There was music playing, but no band. That could mean it was all in his head, and she was the only person who could have been responsible for such a realistic hallucination.

And finally, he could have just gone completely insane. He wasn't very keen on entertaining that option, however.

"Danny, you look down," Jazz announced.

He realized that the music had changed to something more upbeat and froze. "I'm okay," he muttered cautiously, hoping to head off the musical number before it got started. No such luck.

The drumbeat picked up marginally as Maddie said, "Now, there's no need for a frown."

"But, Maddie," Jack whined. "It's Monday, and that's got everyone down."

"You already said down," Danny pointed out. Futilely it seemed, since they went on as though he hadn't spoken.

"It's…Mon…day…morning; it's a brand new day," Maddie began, earning an exasperated whine from her son. "But that doesn't mean…that…there's no time to play."

"I'm just going to go wait for the bus," Danny informed them, sliding out of his chair and slinking out of the room. Right then, he didn't even care that the bus wouldn't run for another twenty minutes. Jack was about to add his two cents, and that was even scarier than randomly meeting Fiona on the street.

Wait.

Danny whirled around. He was treated to a split second of injured confusion on his would be twin's face before she brightened again. "I thought you didn't see me!" she explained brightly. "Hi!"

"What are you doing here?" the boy asked, backing away lest she decide to overshadow him and turn into a girl again.

She thought for a moment, an action that clearly cost some effort by the way she twisted her face into a "thinking" expression. Or maybe she just thought it was cute to do that. There really was no telling. "I wanted to be…um, you…near…Oh, forget it." She laughed apologetically. "I'm really bad at rhyming."

Danny stared for a moment, then looked around at the happy people singing the Monday Morning song. Suddenly, it all made perfect sense: his family behaving oddly…everyone on the sidewalks singing and dancing like lunatics… "This is Elegy's doing, isn't it?"

"Nope!"

Danny thought for a moment. "Nocturne?"

"Nope!"

Well, that was good. Nocturne was evil incarnate. "Then who is it?"

Fiona grinned and danced around on the balls of her feet. "I'm not telling! Mainly because I don't know myself. I'm just here to make you crazy!"

"It's working." Danny turned away and continued for the bus stop. The girl trailed along behind, humming and tap-dancing to the beat.

"La, da di di doo…dooby dooby doo…"

"Would you knock it off?" the boy snapped, though there wasn't much force in it.

"But it's Monday-ee!" she answered brightly. "The sky are orange and green…"

Danny placed his hand over his eyes and snickered at sheer unexpectedness. "You and Kat…the sky is blue."

Fiona giggled. "But I made you laugh!"

"Okay, wait," he said suspiciously. "First, you show up and try to take over my life. Then you show up and turn me into a girl even though you knew I was hating it. Now, you just want to make laugh?"

Skipping along beside him, she shrugged. "I have to torment my brother."

Several minutes went by. "You're not my sister."

"I could be," she answered wistfully.

Danny stopped and turned to face her. "No! We are not doing this again. You and I are not twins. We are not even related."

Fiona stuck her lower lip out. "We could be," she persisted. "You accepted that stupid clone Danielle; why not me?"

"That was different."

She opened her mouth, stopped as though listening to something, then sighed. "Can we be friends?" she pleaded.

She looked so desperate. After a moment, Danny rolled his eyes and resumed walking. "I'll think about it." Then he froze for a completely different reason.

He was not the only person at the bus stop.

Not that he really expected to be; there were always a few kids who showed up early. There may have been as many as two or three, but not all nine of them. And they certainly didn't line dance to a source-less country/rock beat while singing, "We're waiting for the bus." Sam was arm in arm with Dash. A light tap on his shoulder drew his attention to a camcorder that was pressed into his hands moments before Fiona squealed happily and ran off to dance with Tucker. He stared down at it for a few seconds, then grinned evilly and turned it on.

They wouldn't be his friends if he didn't torment them once in a while. He continued filming the insanity as the bus arrived and their usual "loading procedure" morphed into something that resembled "Singing in the Rain."

"Getting on the bus!" they sang. "Oh, we're getting on the bus!"

"I don't wanna go to school," Dash announced. "But my mom makes a fuss!"

"Mine tries to make me wear pink," Sam replied, her personality shining through the influence. "Why can't she accept me for who I am?"

A nerd whose name Danny could never recall jumped onto the steps, arms outstretched, to warble, "I just don't like getting stuffed in the trash can."

"Are they going to do this all day?" Danny asked in a stage whisper.

Fiona, twisting along to the beat, tried to sing her reply. "Hmm, hmm, I don't know…something, something, May…" The boy rolled his eyes.

Finally, everyone made it into the bus save the errant wannabe half-ghost. Although the process took no longer than usual according to the time on Tucker's PDA, Danny could have sworn it did. In fact, it had probably had. It wouldn't have surprised him in the slightest to learn that Elegy could control time in addition to everything else. Just on the off chance that she could hear him, he thought about how nice it would have been to be allowed to sleep.

No reply. Naturally.

Everyone quieted down; the music settled to something soft and slow. He made the mistake of thinking that he would be allowed to enjoy some peace for a while. Perversely, a piano decrescendo'ed up the musical scale, and the bus driver began a quiet ballad while the kids in the first few rows sang back up. "It's time for school…"

"It's time for school…"

"So obey the rules…" Danny dropped his head into his hands and wondered why the force responsible couldn't think up a more original line.

"…obey the rules…"

"There's no talking, or standing, or walking around…or behaving like fools."

"No acting like fools."

"As we drive to school this way…" the driver continued, oblivious to the discussion behind him. "No annoying me, and no loud horseplay. It's time for school…It's tiiiime…for…schoooooool."

Fortunately, the singing was kept to a quiet minimum after that, although Danny still caught isolated wisps of conversation. Talking to his friends became an exercise in tolerance since they seemed unaware of what they were doing. All attempts to convince them that they were singing met with blank stares and exchanged glances. Eventually, he gave up and tried not to be irritated with them for rhyming with everything he said. It wasn't their fault.

Upon finally arriving at school, he trudged through halls to first period and dropped into his seat with a resigned sigh, fully expecting History to be as boring as ever with the added annoyance of constant rhyming and possible singing. He didn't pay much attention when the music switched to something more upbeat.

That is, he didn't pay much attention until the lights went out and a disco ball dropped down from the ceiling.

And still, no one seemed to notice. They continued to not notice as the most boring man in the world slid through the door in full disco regalia and began to imitate Mack Daddy Travolta from Saturday Night Fever. Danny clapped his hands over his mouth to stifle his laughter; unsurprisingly by then, no one noticed that, either.

A/N: And in other news, my profile page now features a link to my Deviant Art page. There's a couple pics of Silver, and one of Necrowind. I'm not that great, but Pen is, and you can reach her page by clicking on ToniPendragon down in my Watched By list. Pen is a graphics goddess (who draws pictures of Kat /fangirl squeal/).