What's wrong with the box ghost? I like the box ghost. Here goes Santa! Er… I mean… nothing.
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I can't believe everything happens to me, Danny thought miserably. He was lying on the floor of Vlad's mansion. Apparently, the Box Ghost hadn't been working for himself. He'd been working for Vlad.
Big shocker. Danny should've guessed it from the start. He wished he was in his ghost form and could zap Vlad away, but the handcuffs stopped him from doing that. He couldn't even go intangible or go ghost.
"Hello, Danny," he said creepily. He smiled as Danny flinched when he touched his face. "Your mother and father think it's the box ghost who kidnapped you."
Danny bit his lip to keep from yelling at Vlad. Giving Vlad attention was the last thing he wanted. He hated this man – this man had killed his mother and destroyed his family.
He HATED this man. Yes, that's right, hated. He hated him with a passion, a passion deep inside….
"Vlad," he said, forcing the anger down inside his chest, praying silently it'd stay down, and said, "I have a question."
"Yes?" Vlad asked patiently.
"WHY DID YOU KILL MY MOTHER? EVERYTHING WAS GOING ALONG FINE UNTIL YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!"
"Now, now," Vlad said, slapping him on the cheek, "we can't have that now can we?" he smiled.
Danny thought he was going to puke if Vlad touched him one more time. This was just a little too close for comfort.
"I didn't kill your mother, Daniel," Vlad said. "I merely kidnapped her, making it look as if I killed her."
That did it. "You sick…" Danny spat out. He quickly regained his temper as Vlad kicked him in the side.
"Don't talk to me like that, Daniel," he warned. "Now, to contact Jack Fenton…"
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"It says he wants something in return, and he'll get into contact with you later."
"I'm waking up Jack. He'll know what to do," Maddie said. "Jack!" she called.
"Maddie?" Jack said groggily as he woke up. "Maddie! I thought you were dead!"
"Oh, I thought I was too!" The two embraced each other in a hug and Tucker and Sam rolled their eyes. They didn't want to see their best friend's father and mother kiss.
"Uh, guys, we have a missing child here," Sam spat.
"No, really?" Tucker quipped. Sam glared at him.
"What?" Jack gasped. "Who's missing?"
"Danny," Sam said, handing him the note. He read it and his face paled.
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Meanwhile, Maddie was walking through the house, exploring what changes Jack had done with it. Jazz had taken all the stuff with her when she left that had belonged to her, and Danny's room barely had anything in it.
She wondered down to the kitchen, glancing at the stove. Oh. My. God.
It had blood on it. Yuck, she thought. That was probably Danny's from where he'd putted up a struggle.
Walking into the living room she noticed something was very different the n from the last time she'd been in there. When it hit her, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"JACK FENTON, WHERE THE HELL IS MY GRANDMOTHER'S PIANO?"
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