Note: Another chapter! Enjoy more fluff :)

If he could have slept, Phantom would have been happy to sleep in on a Saturday. What teen wouldn't be happy to sleep in, given the opportunity? But as a ghost, he couldn't sleep so it really wasn't much of a question.

Still, Phantom thought as he floated over his familiar desk chair, it was nice that Fenton got to sleep in. The ghost smiled; it was already 10 and his human half was still dead (ha!) to that world. Distantly, he could hear movement in the kitchen, the sound of the fridge opening and closing, a sizzle and pop from the stove. A faint smell wafted up the stairs, sausage with maple syrup and…. The ghost boy perked up, suddenly excited. Was that pancakes!?

Across the room, Fenton stirred. He rolled over, sleepily blinking. With wrinkled brow, he muttered. "Pancakes?"

Phantom laughed.

The pair went down for breakfast a few minutes later. The human Danny rubbed his still sleep-crusted eyes. His gaze fell on the stove and there was his mother, laboring over something in the skillet. And true to his nose, there was sausage. And pancakes!

It was then, the woman noticed both teens. "Good morning, sweetie."

Fenton happily bopped forward. "Morning." He reached out, preparing to snatch a link of sausage from the plate and pop it in his mouth.

But his hand was quickly swatted away. "Wait until breakfast is ready." Mom chastised.

The boy smirked, half tempted to try again. But in the end, he did as he was told, instead starting to set the table without being asked.

"Thank you." Mom turned, smiling at him.

Dad and Jazz walked in moments later from their respective rooms. The red-haired girl sat down with one of her psychology books and the man started talking excitedly about plans for power training this afternoon. Phantom joined the conversation but his expression wasn't quite as chipper as it was before. His eyes flickered to the food. And… Fenton knew what that was; earlier, his ghostly counterpart had been excited about pancakes, that was until he remembered that he couldn't taste them.

The woman at the stove met the ghost's eyes. "I've got a surprise for you." She motioned him over.

Ghost Danny raised a brow but didn't ask as he floated beside his mom. With a fork, the adult lifted the four sausages she'd been cooking from the skillet and dropped them onto their own plate. She turned off the burner and moved the frying pan to the back of the stove top. Then, Mom grabbed a cooler that Phantom hadn't noticed before, moving it from the floor to the counter. She opened it and….

The ghost's eyes widened. "Ectoplasm?"

The adult nodded. "I was going to give this another try. A different setting, less… clinical and sterile, might help."

Phantom tilted his head back and forth, considering. "You might have a point…. Let's try it."

Mom agreed, pulling the vials out of the container. Like before, she injected the green substance. The pair watched the food curiously for a long moment. Maybe this was going to work. Yeah, maybe it-

With a startled yelp, Phantom suddenly ducked. Something gray dashed over his head. He stood up and…. "Seriously?!" He growled, exacerbated.

Like last time, the ectoplasm-animated food zipped around the room. Fenton starred, half frozen in shock. He hadn't seen this in person earlier but now…. The sausages were flying. At least they didn't seem to be growling this time, just making vaguely confused grumbles and running into things. So maybe no one would get hit by….

"Ah!" Fenton yelled, jumping out of the way of a careening breakfast link. Well… never mind then.

"Danny! Get the thermos!" Mom shouted, getting his attention.

Human Danny darted to the lab door, yanked it open, and sprinted down the stairs. "Come on. Where is it?" He grumbled. Where had Mom and Dad left it?!

He searched, eyes and hands frantically searching. Upstairs, there were bangs and crashes. Jazz was yelling something. His dad was shouting excitedly. Phantom cursed mentally, the words loud and forceful enough that Fenton heard them. Human Danny was very tempted to curse as well, this time outloud.

And he did. "Where's the #$&% thermos?!"

He whipped around and… of course, there it was right in front of his face. Roughly, he grabbed the device and jogged up the stairs. Fenton threw open the door and…

Human Danny blinked, taking in the chaos.

Dad had somehow gotten a butterfly net and was enthusiastically waving it around his head. "Ha. Ha. Gotcha!" He laughed, scooping one of the breakfast links out of the air.

Phantom was floating near the ceiling, clutching a wiggling spectral sausage in both hands. "Hold… still!" He grunted, teeth gritted.

Jazz hefted her book over her head, waving it frantically. "What are those things?!"

And Mom was still by the stove, her feet planted firmly. She wielded a frying pan with such confidence and fortitude, enough to make a certain Disney princess very proud. Her eyes widened, falling on him. "Danny! You've got it!"

Fenton would have reached to give it to her but at the same time, the woman swung. Her cooking instrument connected with her target which fell to the floor before darting back up.

The same piece of food barreled towards human Danny. He fumbled with the thermos. He needed to uncap it, right? And then…? He didn't know how to use it! He-

Wait. He did know. Suddenly, the memory was there, in his mind. His own gloved hands cradling the device, pointing it at the ectopus. Fenton spun the cap open, before fluidly moving to press the capture button. And… the action, the movement was familiar. The memory was in his muscles, the joints and ligaments of his fingers. Despite the fact that it had been a different pair of hands before.

The device activated and the beam shot out. It didn't pull at him this time. And why would it? He was the human half. (But still, Fenton wondered, what would this feel like if he was whole?) The light spilled forth, hitting the spectral link right in front of him. It pulled at the ghost within. The entity seemed to strain, to fight against the unrelenting gravity. But… there was a squeak and a quarter sized glob of ectoplasm was pulled out. Limply, the sausage fell to the floor and the blob disappeared within the thermos.

Human Danny lowered the thermos, letting out a sigh of relief. But he relaxed too soon.

"Fenton!" His ghost shouted from above him.

"What- Ah!" The boy ducked, almost hit by the last free sausage.

He stood quickly, looking around frantically. Where was it?! His hand holding the still activated thermos wavered in his distraction.

"Hey!" Phantom zipped away, flinching. "You're not trying to catch me!"

"Sorry!" Human Danny shouted, quickly lowering the beam. Hands steady, his eyes flickered around the- "There!"

Fenton aimed the thermos at the last sausage, enveloping it in the beam. Like before, the tiny blob was drawn out and the food ended up on the floor. He deactivated the device and recapped it.

"Great job, son!" Dad exclaimed, giving him a hefty patt on the back.

Phantom floated back to the floor, his hands still clenched around the possessed meat in a death grip. The entity wiggled. "Hold still." He chastised again. His hands flickered intangible and the ghost stuck his fingers into the piece of food. "Come on." His brow furrowed in concentration. "Got ya." He drew his fingers out again and…

"Woah." Fenton marveled, eyes wide. There held between his ghost half's thumb and pointer finger was a quarter sized, roughly spherical glob of ectoplasm.

Jazz stepped closer, bending down. "It's so tiny."

The small ghost let out a whine in protest at being held. "Oh hush. You're fine." Phantom sighed.

"So…" Fenton looked between his family members. "What are we gonna do with it… and the other blobs?"

"Send them through the portal, I guess." Ghost Danny shrugged.

"Or…" Mom approached, holding the plate where she'd collected the fallen sausages. Phantom dropped the one still in his other hand onto it. "We could keep them for observation."

Human Danny frowned. "But… um… you can't…" He trailed off at the adult's pleading looks. "You won't hurt them, right?"

"Of course not." Dad replied, with surprisingly tenderness.

Phantom looked at the link still in Dad's net. Then his eyes landed on the now silent blob in his hands. "I guess… they seem calmer than the blobs from last time. Just… excited but confused, I think."

"Yeah! This one didn't even try to bite me!" The man agreed with a chuckle.

Mom rolled her eyes good naturedly. "Let's put them in the containment unit for now. Then we can eat."

"Right." Jazz nodded. Then she raised a brow at both versions of her brother. "Last time? So this happened before?"

"Oh yeah." Fenton blushed. "We didn't tell you so…"

Phantom and he briefly explained what happened with the ectoweenies as the family went down stairs. Once they arrived in front of the glass containment unit, Fenton handed the thermos to his mother, who released the two blobs into the box. Dad handed over the net and Ghost Danny grabbed the final sausage and pulled the blob out. All four blobs were hastily shut inside the unit.

"I'm sorry it didn't work." Mom pulled Phantom into a side hug. "I really wanted you to get to eat breakfast with us today."

"It's okay." The ghost returned the gesture. "We'll figure it out…." He trailed off, eyes widening. The four blobs were lazily floating around the box, purposely running into the sides. The quartet collided with each other. There was a wet plop and…. "What the heck."

Instead of four quarters sized blobs, there was one about the size of Fenton's fist. The now larger blob fixed big eyes on human Danny and cooed.

The human boy laughed, incredulous. "What the heck."

"Well… that was unexpected." Jazz said. "It's…. Actually kinda cute."

Both Dannys turned to face her, blinking in disbelief. They looked at each other, just taking in the strangeness. Again. How was this their life? Fenton cracked first. The human chuckled. "Just...what even… Actually it is? It's cute. Just… how?"

"It's the big eyes." Their sister supplied helpfully. "Human brains are wired to find infantile features like big eyes cute because they're reminiscent of human babies."

"Nerd." Ghost Danny scoffed.

"You're the one who asked." Jazz crossed her arms.

"Kids." Dad interrupted. "We were going to eat breakfast. You can oogle the surprisingly cute ghost later."

That broke up the squabbling. "Right." "Yeah." "Let's go." All three replied at pretty much the same time.

The family started up the stairs, Fenton first who was now very excited for pancakes. Mom and Phantom came last.

"It is pretty cute." Mom looked back at the blob ghost.

"Yeah." Phantom hummed. "Who would have guessed?"

"I think we're all getting used to surprises." The woman said. "It makes life more exciting, doesn't it?"

"Or half-life." The ghost quipped quietly.

At the top of the stairs, Fenton gave a soft chuckle. Mom didn't even bat an eye at either action, neither the quip nor his laugh. Instead, she smiled, asking. "What powers do you want to focus on this afternoon?"

"Oh!" Phantom brightened. "That ectoenergy shooting thing I can do. And flying! Plus, I think I can make things colder but… I have no idea how that works, so…." The boy continued, rambling about his abilities and the different ways he'd figured out how to use them, all to Mom's welcome and eager attention.

Yes, this was shaping up to be a good day. Fenton was sure of it.

After a delicious breakfast, the family relaxed for a bit. Then at about 12:30, the doorbell rang. Fenton perked up from where he was scrolling on his phone. He stood and opened the door. "Hey guys." He smiled, a little surprised. "You're a little early. We thought you wouldn't get here 'till 1:00."

Sam and Tucker stepped through the doorway. The technogeek shrugged and the goth raised a brow. "It's not like you mind us showing up early."

"Of course not." Phantom flew up and gave both of his friends high fives in greeting.

"We're going to set up the lab." Dad said, looking over to the other adult. "We'll come and get you kids when everything's ready." He smiled, visibly excited and both parents disappeared into the lab.

"So…." Tucker paused, glancing at the lab door. Slowly, a mischievous grin stretched across his face. "You want to try that sitting on the ceiling thing now?"

The Dannys looked at each other. Then… "Yeah!" They said at the same time, enthusiastically.

Jazz gave a serious look. "Mom said you need to do it over your bed or something, so no one gets hurt if they fall."

The technogeek was undeterred. "Let's go to Danny's room then." He looked ready to drag Sam and both versions of his friend right up the stairs.

But Phantom intervened, agreeing. "Come on." He started up the stairs, the other teens following. Soon, the group were all in the bedroom. Sam and Tucker both started taking their shoes off, preparing to jump on the bed. Jazz leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. Phantom raised a brow at her, as he seated himself on the ceiling above the furniture. "You're not gonna try and stop me?"

The red-head sighed. "We both know I can't stop you from doing something if you really want to. It's not like Mom said you couldn't anyway. Someone's gotta make sure no one breaks a leg… or worse."

"No one's going to break anything." Fenton grumbled. "We already promised we'd be careful."

"Yeah." Tucker agreed. "Ending up at the…." He swallowed. "The hospital isn't on my list of stuff to do today." He climbed onto the bed. "Can I go first?"

Phantom nodded and Sam agreed to wait. The ghost reached down. "Alright. Like last time."

"Yeah!" The technogeek stretched and took both offered hands. He let out a gasp. "Man, that feels weird, like pins and needles but…" He looked down, brow wrinkling. "I'm not floating."

"Relax your muscles." The ghost instructed. "You're still standing on your tippy toes."

Tucker did so and his feet left the bed. "This is awesome!" He laughed, floating maybe four inches off the bed. "I need this on video!" He looked down, towards his PDA-filled pocket, but then frowned. "Uh…"

"You can let go of one hand to grab it." The ghost said.

After a hesitant pause, Tucker did so. He pulled the device out and started recording. "I can't even believe this, I'm floating!" He tilted the camera up to his ghostly friend. "Say hi, Danny."

"Hi Danny." Phantom stuck out his tongue.

Jazz rolled her eyes at the quip, even if she was smiling now.

The beret-wearing boy gave a chuckle and continued. "Okay, so I'm going to try and float up to you." His brow wrinkled in concentration for a long silent pause. "Come on." His face scrunched up, his eyes pinching closed.

Fenton and Sam looked at each other, both fighting not to laugh at their friend's expression.

"Come… on." Tucker grunted. He kicked weakly with his legs, as if trying to swim through the air. "Come on!" Both black haired teens burst out laughing. But the technogeek opened his eyes, scowling. "It's not working! Come on! I wanna sit on the ceiling." Fenton just laughed harder. "Hey! Stop laughing. You got it to work last time!"

Tucker scrunched his eyes closed again. His nose wrinkled, his brow furrowed, and his lip pursed.

That just sparked more laughter. "Oh my god. Tucker, stop." Sam leaned over, shaking her head. "You look like you're sucking a whole lemon."

"Or…." Fenton slapped his knee. "Like you're constipated!"

Phantom guffawed. "He's right! You totally do."

The goth rolled her eyes. "Boys." Jazz gave a similar annoyed groan.

The technogeek's face relaxed, mouth falling open as he blushed. "Danny! Seriously?!" He kicked again. "You made it look so easy. Why isn't it working?!"

The laughter quieted, Fenton turning his attention to the actual question. "I don't know." He shrugged. "I just thought about it."

"I was thinking about it!"

"Clearly." Sam smirked. "Thinking really hard, weren't ya?"

Tucker narrowed his eyes at her. "I'd like to see you try."

The goth marched right up to the bed. "Gladly."

"Not yet! I have to figure this out." The technogeek looked up at Phantom. "Come on. There's gotta be a way to do this."

The ghost considered. "Okay. Let me try this." Phantom pulled the arm holding his friend closer to himself, as a result causing Tucker to float higher.

The technogeek let out a surprised gasp. "Woah. So…" He looked up. "Danny, what are we doing?"

"Well… I was gonna try and swing you by your arms." The ghost said.

Tucker blinked. "Swing me… by my arms?"

"Yeah?" Phantom shrugged, suddenly embarrassed by the idea. "Uh… we don't have to if you don't want-"

"No! Dude, I'm in. Let's do this." The hand holding his PDA wavered. "Wait. Let me… Sam, hold this." He shoved the device towards the goth, who paused before taking it. "Be careful with my baby. I've still got two payments on her."

Jazz laughed while Sam wrinkled her nose at the device. "Sure…."

Tucker ignored her, lifting his other hand so Phantom was holding both of his hands. "Okay. Let's do this."

"Alright." Phantom braced himself and Fenton watched as he started swinging his arms. With borrowed ghostly weightlessness, their friend weighed practically nothing. So the action was easy. There was no gravity to pull down, no strain on the joints.

Tucker swung like he was a pendulum, hooting and hollering. "Ahhh! Wohh! Yeah!" He beamed, shouting. "This is awesome! Sam! Are you getting this?! This is so cool!"

Maybe it was their positionings, maybe the momentum, maybe it just wasn't possible. But with Phantom pulling him, the technogeek could barely get parallel to the ceiling, much less turned completely upside down. After about two minutes, the ghost stopped, now breathless. Tucker slowed and soon ceased moving.

The beret-wearing boy looked up. "Why'd you stop?"

"Can't do anymore." Ghost Danny said between breaths. "Sorry, Tuck."

"It's fine, dude." Tucker said sincerely. He let go of Phantom's hands and landed on his feet, only wobbling slightly on the mattress. "That was awesome. Sucks that actually sitting on the ceiling didn't work though."

"Yeah." Sam said, agreeing but not all the compassionately. She shoved the PDA back towards Tucker. "My turn!"

The goth quickly let go without looking and the technogeek flailed forward. "Rebecca!" He just managed to catch it, giving a relieved sigh as he furiously looked over the device for damage.

Tucker glared at Sam, who hopped up on the bed. "Why do you always name those things?"

"Why did you drop it?" The technogeek frowned.

"Guys." Fenton interrupted. "Come on. Don't we want to finish before Mom and Dad are ready for us?"

The two friends dropped it and soon it was Sam's turn. Like with Tucker, she floated under Phantom's influence. The pair tried the pendulum-swinging and the goth laughed the whole time, giddy and loud. Fenton laughed too, elated at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

"Alright, Alright. That's… that's enough." Sam choked out through the giggles.

She let go before she even stopped moving, flopping down on the bed and grinning like a mad woman. Everyone just stayed still for a long moment, laughing and enjoying the moment. Fenton glanced up at his ghost still floating on the ceiling. He debated hopping up and taking a turn. Then the ghost's eyes met his and the white-haired head tilted slightly, pointing in a certain direction. Fenton looked, his eyes widening.

Then he grinned. "Jazz, it's your turn."

His sister's mouth snapped shut, whatever she'd been saying to Sam cut off. She shook her head. "No. I'm not doing that."

"Come on." Phantom whined, giving her puppy dog eyes.

Jazz held her hands in front of her. "I'm good. I don't- Fenton!"

The human Danny pushed her towards the bed, with all the determination of a bratty little brother. "Come. It'll be fun."

"Danny, I…" She looked at his face. And there were the puppy dog eyes again. "Fine."

The girl climbed onto the bed. With a grin, Phantom grasped her offered hands and made her float. After giving her a long pause to acclimate, he started swinging her.

"Danny. I… Ahh!" Jazz yelped. "Put me down!"

"Jazz, you're barely even moving." Ghost Danny chastised.

"Barely! No. I.." Another shout as her trajectory took her over the edge of the bed.

"Try not to look down." Fenton added helpfully.

Jazz looked up and Phantom still swung her, with the same care and caution he'd used with Tucker and Sam. And despite appearances, that was a lot. Fenton knew himself; there was no way he was going to let anyone get hurt. Still… with Jazz's screaming, someone would think she was a roller coaster. "Put me down! Put me down!"

Phantom let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. He slowed their movement until Jazz was just hanging over the bed. Slowly, cautiously, the red-head opened her eyes. She looked down and… "Oh…" She blushed. "I'm not even that high. Sorry." Their sister looked between both Dannys and let go, landing on the bed gently. "Okay… that wasn't that bad." She conceded.

"Well, that was fun." Sam said, once Jazz got off the bed.

"I'm glad." Phantom smiled. "But still…. Sorry it didn't really go how you'd hoped, Tuck."

"It's fine." Tucker waved him off. "Why didn't it though?" He looked between Sam and Jazz. "You can make us float, like I thought. But none of us could actually control how we're moving in the air. Except…" He turned to Fenton. "You. You managed to actually move yourself last time."

Human Danny raised a brow. Then he shrugged, motioning to his ghost. "Well… I literally am him."

Jazz blinked. Then she facepalmed. "Of course. That makes sense."

"Wait… how?" Tucker wrinkled his brow. "I don't get it."

"He's tapping into our powers." Phantom righted himself in the air. "I mean, I'm the ghost so I'm technically the one with the powers right now. But we're still the same person."

"So I can kinda use them if we're touching." Fenton explained. "I uhh… actually turned myself intangible last night, when Phantom did it and I was touching him."

The other teens paused, giving considering looks and thoughtful hums at the information. Then the sound of the Fenton parents' footsteps echoed up the stairs. Mom called from the hall. "Kids?"

Fenton opened the door. "We're in here. Coming."