"Hello?" Tucker picked up his cell phone as he ran down his street and dashed inside his house in a vain attemptto block out the loud blaring coming from speakers set all over town.

"Tucker?"

"Jazz!" Tucker literally yelled. "Where are you!"

A frustrated sound came from the redhead's end of the phone. "I still haven't found my keys!" she said, trying to keep hysterics out of her voice.

"Well," Tucker looked around warily, "he hasn't done anything too bad so far–"

"You call shutting off the water supply to most of the town and setting off the hurricane alarm not too bad!" she countered, as she tore the cushions off of the couch for the third time that night and checked in the sides for her keys.

Tucker cleared his throat. "Well, his future self destroyed the entire town...after destroying the worl-"

"Tucker, not right now!" Jazz's voice raised several octaves with worry.

"Sorry."

She sighed with frustration. "As much as I hate to say it, you know his habits better than I do. Where do you think he'll strike next?"

Tucker paused for a moment, thinking. "Um...the school maybe?"

"Why?" Jazz threw the cushions back on the couch, and collapsed on them in defeat.

"Revenge," the techno-geek replied simply.

"Oh," Jazz sighed and forced herself up again, determined to find those stupid keys. "I know I put them on the table here..." she muttered, half to herself.

"Maybe a ghost took them," Tucker suggested.

"Ha, ha," Jazz said sarcastically, glaring at the phone, despite the fact that her brother's best friend couldn't see her.

Tucker sighed. "Look I–wait, I just heard that they're going to send the military into town soon to try and stop the ghost attacks!"

Jazz gasped and grabbed the remote, flipping on the television and clicking to a local news station.

"...latest breaking news on Amity Park's newest ghost threat that will be hopefully taken care of when the military arrives." The reporter said in a nasally, sing-song voice.

"Great," Jazz grimaced. "So, where was help when Pariah Dark took over?" Tucker didn't answer.

"Here are some pictures sent to us by a local concerned citizen," the reporter went on.

A picture of Danny, Sam and Paulina appeared on the screen with Danny half phased through a wall. Paulina looked annoyed, while Sam seemed uncharacteristically dreamy.

"Apparently," the reporter continued, "he has two hostages who we believe to be 'overshadowed' by a ghost, meaning the ghost is controlling them."

Another picture flashed across the screen, showing all three of them looking at the camera, and then a picture of Danny close up, his red eyes glowing with mischief. He looked to be saying "boo".

"Here he is scaring away the aforementioned citizen, who wished to remain anonymous," the anchorwoman continued. "They've set off the hurricane alert, shut down the water supply to most of the town," a large map of Amity park appeared on the screen, with several areas colored in red and marked 'water down'. "They have also been spotted throwing toilet paper over this out-of-shape teacher's home." Apicture of Mr. Lancer popped up in the corner next to her. "And finally, they were last seen at the Nasty Burger, hanging high school freshman quarterback Dash Baxter on the sign by his underwear.

Jazz's mouth dropped open at the sight of the squirming jock, yelling with a pained expression from the top of the restaurant sign.

"Tucker, are you watching this?" Jazz asked quietly, not sure what else to say, just as she heard the techno geek burst into laughter.

"Oh man," he managed to choke out. "This whole thing is almost worth it just for that!"

"TUCKER!"

"Sorry,"

Jazz couldn't help but growl at the phone. "Meet me at the school, okay?" she said through gritted teeth, and hung up before he could answer. Then she turned and looked around at the mess she had created in her search.

"That's it," she sighed and walked into the other room. A few seconds later, she left with some keys jangling from her hand.

-----

"Itching powder?" Ashlynn asked, raising Sam's eyebrow. Paulina/Abby only stared the two cans he held out to her and her sister.

"For the girls' locker room," Danny smiled slyly. "Normally, I'd do it myself, but I have a few personal grievances begging for my attention..." He faded off with a malicious grin, noticing their blank stares. "Besides," he shrugged, "you know the best places to put it."

"And...after this?" Ashlynn gestured down the hall of Casper High, where he'd called a haltfor a few moments.

Danny shrugged again. "I'm sure we can come up with something, but this is the last idea I have for payback...well, except for one, but we'd have to travel quite a distance over land or through the Ghost Zone. I'll just save that for later...or maybe we can do that tonight too."He shrugged for a third time. "We'll see what we feel like after this, alright?"

Abby and Ashlynn exchanged glances before nodding warily.

Smiling, Danny floated past them towards the locker rooms. "Shall we get started?"

-----

Jazz couldn't see anyone when she finally pulled up to the school, but she did notice the front doors standing ajar, and the lock looked like it had been melted, even from this distance.

Slowly, she stepped out of the vehicle and tip-toed over to the building.

"Tucker?" she whispered, poking her head in the door carefully. "Tucker! Did you blast this lock? Hello?"

"No," a voice from the darkness caused her to jump. "I saw Danny do it."

A figure emerged from the shadows just inside the door as Jazz put a hand to steady her beating heart. "Don't scare me like that, Tucker! And why would he–" she stopped when she shot a glare in his direction, her expression quickly turning into one of disbelief. She stood there for several minutes, unable to do anything but stare at the younger boy. In place of his normal clothes, he had a yellow, spandex suit on with red boots, collar gloves and belt to match the red beret he still wore over the yellow hood. He had taped red cellophane over his glasses so they looked like safety glasses almost, and on top of that, he wore his backpack.

"I think he just wanted to," he shrugged, answering Jazz's unfinished question. After a moment of silence, he noticed her shocked look.

"What?" he asked, looking down at his outfit. "I made it in Home Ec., okay?" he defended with a glare. "I figured with Danny out of action..."

Jazz put a hand over her eyes and dragged it down her face. "How is it that Danny has the ghost powers, and you're the weird one?"

Before Tucker could answer, a distant clatter caused them both to jump.

"I've got the thermos!" the techno-geek said, striking a pose. "Let's go, Jazz!"

"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered before grabbing Tucker's shoulder, and taking the thermos out of his hands before he'd even taken a step. "The point is to knock him out first," she sighed. "Here's the Fenton Ghost-horn," she took the instrument that could knock out any ghost within a hundred yards by using sound waves, similar to Danny's Ghostly Wail, out of her backpack, and put the thermos in its place.

"Now," she nodded to him, "we can go." She couldn't help but grin at his unusually serious demeanor as she followed him down the hall towards the locker rooms, their feet echoing eerily in the silence.


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