Hellbreaker, yeah, it will. I believe that Danny had to be the rational one, even without his powers.
dakotabaker72, That's what I was going for.
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Danny looked over the docks, a rather large luxury liner just yards away from him. He had not been able to convince Sam to come so he had gone it alone. Boarding the cruise were adults, all the adults of Amity that had children as far as he could tell. Against the banister were Sam's parents, all happy and zoned out while his own parents stood hip to hip with them, Jazz smiling as she started out at him.
"Still in port," he whispered to himself as he moved closer to the ramp that was still bogged down with passengers eager to leave. Rushing forward he moved to join the passengers, but before he could get further than a few people a blast knocked him back. Looking up as the adults around him continued past, their eyes staring straight ahead as if nothing unusual had happened.
"What do you think ya be doing, land lover?" the small pirate from earlier inquired as he floated above the former halfa. The parrot floating next to him let out an annoyed sigh causing the kid to look at him.
"It's landlubber."
"Lubber? How does that make any sense?" Without waiting for an answer he turned his attention back to Danny and then threw his hook hand forward with a single command. "Get him!" The pirates rushed at Danny, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve from his halfa days and began to fight back, though without his ghostly energy it was pretty futile. Had he not brought some of his father's inventions he might have not had a fighting chance. First he pulled out the Jack o' Nine Tails, the bright green and metallic weapon managing to grab the minor, though not for long when the parrot dove down at him while the other pirate ghosts grabbed for the invention. Once out of Danny's reach the small pirate was released and the former halfa found himself captured by more of the ghost pirates, a pain in the back of his head the last thing he remembered as the world grew dark.
Several teens danced in pairs, the music blaring around them as lights flashed above them. A white door opened to reveal Danny, the raven haired teen standing there in shock, his sneakers quiet as he took a few hesitant steps forward.
"Not being invited to a party is one thing," he said with a sigh as the door closed behind him. "But at my own house...now that is screwed up." Running past the other students he headed for the one radio in the room, the medium entertainment in the house shut off in one quick pull of the plug. Standing there, the cord limp in his hand he looked proud...until he realized that the music was still playing. "Wait! Where is that music coming from?" He looked around the room, but there was nothing. Then he realized where it was coming from. Rushing from the room, to one that was above it he found Sam and Tucker before his parents' equipment. Sam stood before a mic, discs spinning before her while Tucker messed around with other equipment.
"Welcome to the PARTY!" Sam yelled enthusiastically. "Fiercely independent radio!" With a narrow of her amethyst orbs she continued. "100% free of corporate interference."
"Except for this!" Tucker stated before taking a bite of a rather large burger, the juices dripping from the sandwich. "Brought to you by Nasty Burger! Remember that Nasty is just one letter short of Tasty." The doorway was open when Danny burst in!
"Wait!" He stopped before the pair of teens. "You guys have to stop the broadcast." He threw his hands up, the movement ignored by the teens. "The party below is out of hand."
"The party?" Tucker and Sam inquired, while confused didn't seem very upset about this new development.
"How can you not know?!" the former halfa inquired in shock. Sam narrowed her gaze with a gesture.
"Well, duh. How could we know with the pair of us doing the first broadcast?" She pulled out one of the Vapor records, Danny staring at it in shock and mild confusion. He inquired as to why she had one of the vile things, the one song that had brainwashed his parent and several adults in Amity.
"They are great scratch spotters." And that's when she began to scratch the record, but this time there was an interesting sound. This time Sam stopped as Danny gave instructions to play again, this time slower than she had before. Again the phrase that had played seconds before played even more clearly.
Leave your kids.
All three of them looked at the album in shock and confusion because there was something familiar about the voice. It was so familiar and yet none of them could place the tone and pitch.
Leave your kids. Come to the cruise.
"Subliminal advertising?" Sam questioned though she knew that was what it was.
"More like mind control," the raven haired male confirmed. Tucker questioned the fact that music could control people and then he stated something quietly.
"That sounds familiar." The ground shook them, the ceiling cracking before little bits of debris. Rushing to the window the saw clouds of grey swirling outside, the town in almost total darkness. Before them the clouds opened and a rather familiarly annoying ship emerged. Before them was the ship that had taken the ghost shield generator and now there was a new face on board. Before them wasn't a little boy, but a rather teenage looking female. She held a guitar and although her clothing was more pirate than pop star they knew her.
"That's right pop fans!" she crowed. "Ember is back! And she is ready to rock!" With a strum of her guitar a magenta colored blast echoed forward. It shook Fenton Works, the three teens holding the ears at the obnoxious chord. Tucker fell back, his hands going to an ad brochure on the ground.
"M Bersback!" he said in question. Danny and Sam looked at him, the message clear. "Ember's Back!"
"We really need to pay better attention to these," Danny stated with a smack of his forehead.
"Going ghost!" Sam cried, the white rings of her transformation sliding over her. Going transparent she rushed thru the ceiling, the other two teens watching as she disappeared from view.
"Wasting your time, wannabe," Ember stated leaning forward to strike a large red button. The sky around the ship sparkled with the electricity of the shield that appeared, the ball of ecto energy pushing her back with a cry of pain. The Pirate Kid flew forward, making a face and taunting the downed Sam that was smacked flat against the barrier.
"Na na na na!" Realizing that both Ember and his parrot companion were looking at him he changed his words moments later. "I mean arg!" Sam ignored them as she began to attack.
"Music business so crappy that you needed to take up babysitting brats?" Ember just blew it off.
"Both us have one very important thing in common."
Together they said, "Adult! Hate them!"
"Youngblood helps me get rid of the over thirties so I can take over the world," she stated as the pair hovered next to each other, the former teal haired idol strumming her guitar. "And I provide him the power for his war ships." Below them all the adults ran on treadmills, all of the machines in question hooked to a large machine with a floating ghost warden looking out, a whip, a sandwich on the end, in his possession. Jack rushed after it as the same vapor music droned on.
"Problem is that your radio station is jamming my frequency and I can't hypnotize anymore adults!" She looked up at her in anger, her plan flawed because of her.
"But not for long!" the small pirate kid cried. "Attack!" The skeletons in front of him manning the cannons let them blast into the skies at the halfa. The red cannonball projectiles managed to strike the Goth, her small form blasted back toward the OPs center where Tucker and Danny were trying to do something on the controls before them. Her transformation was cut short by the blast so she now sat before them as human.
"Turn on the defense system!" she commanded, the pair looking at her in confusion as they asked how. "Just start pushing buttons! Danny, you should know more about your parents inventions!" All of them were frustrated, but quickly the trio worked together, all pairs of hands pushing as many buttons as they could. Alarms went off. Weird things appeared above the OPs center, a sign was the last to appear before it was blown to bits.
In the room below the trio where the party raged on teens continued to dance until parts of the ceiling began to fall, lights crashing next to pairs dancing close. Outside Fenton Works the pirate ship, glowing green with the Fenton shield moved closer to the building, it's target the building itself. Ramming into the ghost hunters' home forced Tucker back into a panel and Sam off her feet and into Danny. The pair fell further and onto the record player that Sam had been scratching on earlier.
A wave of pink energy blasted forth from the satellite above them knocking the ship back. The occupants on the ship were thrown back as Danny and Sam met eyes.
"What did we do?"
"We struck a blow for independent radio!" the Goth cried with a smirk.
"Well, don't just stand there!" Tucker said with a smile. "Throw it into heavy rotation! Oh, and don't forget to throw in a plug for Nasty Burger. I promised them twelve hits and hour." Danny was the one to take over, his hands holding half of the headset to one ear while moving the record with the other. Scratching it back and forth he was able to knock the ship further back.
"We need more power!" Ember barked to Youngblood. "I can't lure more adults aboard if I can't broadcast my music!" The young ghost didn't speak up before his parrot intervened.
"Time to do it the old fashioned way, like true pirates!" Flying away from his child companion he headed for the steering wheel. Manipulating the large wooden wheel he turned the ship away from where the ghost fighters were and out toward Amity.