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Danny dreamt that the smore flavored pop-tart he ate for breakfast mutated into a snack giant, drooling green salvia, & had him running in an endless game of cat & mouse. Oh! That tears it! NO MORE milk from now on! Was Danny's final thought before the game of chase was interrupted by a series of very distorted voices. A sudden, brief, sharp, pain shot at the back Danny's lower neck. He couldn't help the groan that escapes out him as he came to realize he was unconscious for a good long period of time. The distorted voices became clearer & what Danny heard was, what he guessed, was the middle of a heated argument.

"You panicked didn't you?" A man said.

"NO. I did NOT panic." Growled the other.

If Danny had to put names on the men, it had to be the two guys that pretended to be the FBI agents. The two Agent Smiths.

A pause.

Then, "ALL RIGHT! I panicked. The kid was on to us man."

"So you knocked him out cold?"

A heaved sigh.

"Are you out of your mind? You could've killed him!"

"Hey! I didn't shove him SO hard on the wall enough to do that!"

Silence again.

Danny had the distinct feeling that two pairs of eyes were boring their sight into him. Aw. Crud. Did they know he was evesdropping? Well. No escaping them now. It could've been Danny's imagination, but he swore he heard a couple of sighs of relief as he slowly gathered his composure. Danny started seeing massive black spots when he finally managed to sit up. Before Danny blacked out again he heard:

". . . Nurse's office . . . "

When Danny came around he yells, "GIANT MUTANT POP-TART!" Then landed head first to a white polished tiled floor. "OW!"

"Did he just say 'mutant pop-tart'?" Tucker asked.

"Jeez. How hard did you hit your head Danny?" Sam responded.

According to his friends, Danny had apparently 'fainted' during gym class, gotten his head hit a little too hard out in the running track, & then the substitute gym teacher along with the newly hired janitor dragged his sorry butt to the nurse's office. Oh no. More like "genuinely helped" Danny get to the nurse's office to lie down. If he hadn't woken in the past half hour he might've gotten sent to the nearest hospital because Danny was seriously out cold. Frankly Danny didn't know how to feel about the load of lies that came onto the surface. So he choose to be mad. Mad because the world seemed like it was set up to screw him up & knock him around. Mad because it's about high time he did a little snooping. Just who in the heck were these guys? Just where do they get off hurting one of his close friends? Were they behind in all the missing ghosts? And what were they doing in Amity Park?


"I'm going ghost." Danny says later that evening. After he explained his little incident during gym class.

Sam scoffs. "Are you seriously going to skip out on the continuation of our cheesy horror movie marathon just because two guys seemed totally sketchy?"

Tucker simply shrugs. "More popcorn for us."

"As much as I seriously love watching fake bloody guts splat on the big screen, I really need to know what's going on with all the missing ghosts."

"So you said." Tucker sighs as he found his chin resting upon his palm.

"No. Danny's right Tucker. Let him go about his ghosty busniess, 'cause apparently that's more important than hanging out with us."

Danny gave a slight scowl. "Sorry guys."

Two white spectral rings manifest at Danny's waist transforming himself to half ghost. He uses phasing ability to go through the roof of his friend's home, & flew off. As he was looking left & right, in all of the directions possible, in Amity Park, Danny concluded that there were NO ghosts. No ghosts because of what he witnessed on a non-particular cemetary on a hill top. Shots were being fired from a pair of short barreled shotguns & guess who happened to be behind in all the shooting? Yup. The two agent Smiths. Danny's thoughts slipped past him after he heard short Smith again.

"I'm getting freakin' tired of this! We have to find a way to put these sons of bitches in their places." Looks like short Smith had a bit of a mouth on him. "SAMMY!"

Whoa. Wait. Sam? Danny's heart nearly stopped. Was Sam here? Had these men kidnapped her? What was happening? Danny almost swooped in with his appearance half ghost & all. But when the taller Smith appeared, Danny knew better. He quickly hid above the branches of nearby tree.

"What the hell happened to you?" Short Smith snorted.

"A tornado hit, Dean! What do YOU think happened?" Tall Smith-or rather "Sammy"-said. "I'm running out of bullets, man. I don't know how much I can take."

So they were behind in all the disappearences of ghosts. Danny grew quite infuriated. So angry that he didn't notice he was burning through the bark of the branch he was kneeling on.

Next thing he knew the conversation between the non-agent Smiths stopped. Crud. Where did they go? Danny realized too late where they were, as he heard the clicks of the shotguns behind him being loaded . . . . .


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