Disclaimer: I own no one (so far).

"Do you know why we're here?" Mr. Lancer asked as I sat with him, my family, and friends at a table at the Nasty Burger (how does a business with such a name as "Nasty Burger" attract customers anyway?), having been rebuilt since my fight with Box Lunch, the daughter of the Box Ghost and the Lunch Lady (eew!).

"Because I cheated on the C.A.T. test." I said, resigned.

"Too right, and this is where people who fail the C.A.T. test go, whether they do poorly like Irving "Third Degree" Burns, or if they cheat, such as you."

As I stared down at the plastic table, a ribbon of thin blue steam came out of my mouth. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Very well, Mr. Fenton, I'll escort you in case you try any funny business. Fortunately for you, Daniel, I'm feeling lenient. I will pull some strings and see if I can't get the Amity Park school system to assign you a different test: different questions, different answers, same level of importance."

"Do you have any change?" I asked, holding out my hand as we reached the pay toilet. Slipping the dime into the slot and closing the door behind me as Mr. Lancer waited outside the door to the windowless room, I went ghost.

Following my sense to the walk-in freezer, I heard a voice behind me yell out "Beware!"

"Oh, no, not you ag-" I was cut off as a cocoon of boxes formed around me.

"It looks like you've been 'boxed' in!"

Using my ghost shield, I burst out of the corrugated chrysalis. "Actually, it's more like I'm card-bored." I said as I fired an ecto-laser at him from the tip, sucking him into the Fenton thermos before returning to the restroom. 1

"Hey, dipstick, 'Remember' me?" Asked a rock star ghost with blue flame for hair as I passed through the kitchen. All of a sudden, a blast hit me right in the chest, sending me into the wall, knocking over the condiment vat. "Can't get up? Here, let me 'Help!' you." Before she could attack me again, I snatched her guitar and flew off with it.

"Hey, that's mine, give it back!" she yelled as she flew after me.

"Why, can't you get no satisfaction?" I said, nailing her in the head with the instrument before her and the guitar met the same fate as the Box Ghost. Flying back to the Nasty Burger, I was only a couple of blocks away when it happened.

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A/N: Sorry the chapter was so short. The next one will belonger.