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Chapter Five: Operation: Find Phantom
The trio walked to their first classes with somewhat high spirits on account that it was a Friday. Starting at 3:30, they wouldn't have to care about school for 2 whole days!
But that freedom void was quickly filled with the search of Phantom. So much for freedom.
It was 4th period in a flash, which was Danny's World History and Geography class, Tucker's Computer class, and Sam's Algebra class.
Danny was having a hard time his final project that was on the Cuban Missile Crisis, so he went to Valerie for some help.
"Hey Val, was it Khrushchev that was outraged when Kennedy dropped a Hydrogen bomb on Johnston's Island? Or was that Castro?" Danny asked.
Valerie turned around.
"It was Khrushchev. You need help with something?" Valerie said.
"Oh. I was having a hard time remembering who's who and what goes with what…" Danny said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Haha… Danny, that's why we have internet now, so you can look it up…" Val said.
"Anyways thanks Valerie…" Danny said walking away.
As he was returning to his seat, a loud bomb-like explosion was heard, and someone screamed.
Danny ran outside the room to take a look.
"Oh great… HIM…" he spilled.
In the smoke, Danny could see the outline of a short figure, clad in a blue skin and overalls.
"Didn't I tell you to STAY in the Ghost Zone?" Danny said annoyingly.
"Aha! It is he, who will finally taste the utter defeat from my corrugated cardboard vengeance!" said an all-too-familiar voice.
"And that's supposed to scare me? Seriously dude, get another hobby…" Danny said, unphased. "Let's get this over with."
Then Danny realized that he couldn't go ghost anymore. Of all the times in his short, 14 year old life, THIS had to be the time Phantom had to go all evil and separate from him.
Great.
But then again, it was kinda his fault too in a way.
Then, in a burst of white light, Phantom swooped in, trapped the Box Ghost in the Fenton Thermos, and capped it.
"Hey there, Phantom! Helping out, I see?" Danny said.
Phantom scoffed. "I only did it was because I promised you I would. Now that's done, I can return to what really matters."
With that, he tossed the thermos over and flew away as fast as he came in.
Tucker and Sam showed up soon after.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"Three guesses…" Danny said.
"Box Ghost…" the two said in unison.
"How did you-?" Sam asked.
"Phantom came in and caught him for me. Then he said something that he only did it because he promised me and then something about him returning to what really matters…" Danny said.
"What really matters?" Tucker said. "What does Phantom have in that head of his?"
"I have no idea, but I intend to find out." Danny said.
Then Mr. Pearson yelled from the history class, "DANNY! Get back in here!"
Danny grimaced.
"See ya after school, kay?" Danny said.
"Kay," The two said, and returned to their respective classes.
Danny looked up at the ceiling were Phantom escaped through, and then at the thermos.
"What are you up to?" Danny said, then walked to his class.
5th period, 6th period, and 7th period… Gone in a flash.
The bell rang promptly at three-thirty signaling the ending of the school day.
A crowd of people ran out the door, followed by Danny, Tucker, and Sam casually walking out.
"Anyone free this weekend?" Danny asked, still looking at the thermos Phantom tossed him.
"If it gets me out of going to this dumb retreat my parents are taking me too, I'm all in," Sam said.
"Retreat? What kind of retreat?" Tucker asked.
"Like those day spa retreats with sunshine and bright, primary colors," Sam said. "It will be a nightmare."
"What about you?" Danny said, looking in Tucker's direction.
"I'm free if that's what you're looking for…" Tucker said.
"Ok, guys. Tomorrow, 9 in the morning, my basement. Eat breakfast before you come. We're going to look for Phantom and see what he's up to," Danny said.
"Why do you think he's in the Ghost Zone?" Tucker said.
"Think about it for a second…" Sam said.
Tucker thought about it, then scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Oh, silly me…" Tucker said.
"Hey Fen-Toad!" said a person all-too-known.
Dash Baxter walked up behind Danny and flicked him on the back of the head.
"Ow!" said Danny, then turned to face Dash. "What do you want, Dash?"
Danny's expression was far from pleased.
"You're long past due for your daily wailing… I suggest you make up for it," Dash said, punching a fist in his other hand.
"Like I have the time…" Danny said. "See ya Monday, Dash."
Then Danny walked away from his friends, then his friends followed.
"On the count of three, run," Danny said.
Dash got red as a cherry tomato and not the embarrassed red.
"FENTON!" Dash said, then ran after the boy.
"THREE!" Danny said, and then ran like his life depended on it.
Then again, it did.
Oh, the irony…
Dash quickly ran out of energy by the third block, which is good. Or bad. Depending on how you look at it.
The trio met up at Danny's house within a five minute window. Sam turned the knob.
Only to be covered in ecto-glob the second she stepped into the den.
"Oh! Sam! Sorry!" Jack said, pointing a new invention at the girl.
"Oh, it's nothing! This is a lot better than what I get when I get home…" Sam said.
"Anyway, this is the Spectral Shooter!" Jack said, displaying the new invention. "I worked all night getting it to work right, and now it DOES! HAHA!"
"What does it do exactly?" Tucker asked.
"It's supposed to shoot ectoplasm at the ghost and immobilize it, but they're no ghosts around, so I can't test it." Jack said, a bit depressed.
"Don't worry Dad, you'll get you're chance," Danny commented, then motioned for his friends to go upstairs.
They did and set their backpacks on the floor.
The three began to chart out a course of action to find Phantom.
"Ok, Tucker, your job is to survey the Walker's prison area, Sam, you get the northern quarter. I'll get Doorway Alley. Then we'll search the Desolate Area and meet up there. Get it?" Danny said pointing out the areas with a small metal pointer he borrowed from his sister.
"Got it," Sam and Tucker said in unison.
"Good. Tomorrow, 9, my basement. We're going to find Phantom. Let "Operation: Find Phantom" begin."
"Yeah!" the other two said.
And the deal was sealed with a high five.
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Wahoo… another chappie done!
Will they find Phantom? What villainous plot has Phantom cooked up?
Stay tuned to find out!