One day

Author's note: Lordy Lou, instead of Amitypark I wrote Amityvile, which is a good book...and an Okay moive...based on a real thing. I have that book...I should re-read it. But I just finish Screwtape letters again, and now I'm reading Wish List again, so I can get inspiration for this fan fiction -big grin- See how I turned that around!?

Reply to Phatomfangirl: Thank you! This chapter is less funny, but I hope you enjoy it never the less (I'm really proud of the bat thing, and isn't Tucker so cute with his names! )

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-walks into a dark house, turns on the light-

Darn, he stopped me again.

-pins up my newest redistricting order and limps into my bedroom, grumbling-

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Ilna had always been a careful...in a reckless sort of way. So had Einmyar, always so careful...in a reckless sort of way. But that's what happens when you're the children of Loki. How did he get himself into these things though, he'll never know. As he flipped switches on a complicated machine in Vladimir Masters' ghost-lab one, he pondered dryly what the Old Man was mumbling.

Old Man, it's what this bastard child called Vlad, who was busy mumbling to himself about his plan. His wonderful plan. A plan that could not fail!

"I don't like this," Einmyar said finally, his voice was mighty squirrelly. He looking at his face in the reflection of the ecto-filter. His pointed face looked serious back at him, he didn't like it. He tried to grin, but it caused his coal black eyes to look wrinkle, that was ugly too. He straightened out his devil horned hair, before turning his back from the Ghost Portal. Einmyar had changed into a lab coat from his red and black outfit. The Old Man was in a typical shirt, suit, and tie...with dress pants of course.

"Don't like what?" Vlad replied after a moment, he had his feet propped up on a wooden desk in the far corner. Off in his own world. Einmyar was insulted.

"I don't like you sitting on your ass while I do everything," He sighed, flipping the last switch on, "You better change your skin, Old Man...the storms a coming."

"Oh please, Eins (Here Einmyar made a disgruntle face), always with your dramatics!" Vlad did stand up, however; and transform into what was know as the Wisconsin Ghost. He did look more...impressive in that form. How it irked Einmyar. And Plasmius laughed at the irk in his face.

"And another thing-" But Vlad never got out what the other thing was, for the room dropped several degrees so quickly that it seemed all activity had stopped. Einmyar saw his breath, taking a panicked look towards the Ghost Portal.

Plasmius looked positively giddy; "Ah! He's here!"

Sam punched in Mr. And Mrs. Fenton's number as the Fake Danny writhed on the ground. Tucker was so to get the ecto-cord out, to tie him up, but it looked like he'd be on the floor for awhile. He made a mental note never to tick Sam off while she had a bat.

Ring

Sam bit down on her lip, clenching her free hand into a fist.

Ring

'Pick up,' She though desperately.

Ring

"Comm'on," Sam said out loud, as Tucker began to tie the cord around. She could see the pain ebb away in Fake Danny's face.

Ring

'Pick up, damnit!' Again, a desperate though. Sam could almost hear the answering machine pick-up.

Ring

"Eeeeeeeeeh," Sam and Tucker both jumped when they heard that sound some out of Fake Danny. He sounded so hurt- No! It wasn't Danny, he's not hurt...or, at least, not here anyway.

Ring. And then a click. She could hear the roll of the tape start.

"Answer the damn phone!" Sam screeched into the receiver, and also into the unfortunate ear of Maddie Fenton.

"Sam?" She asked, taken aback. Mrs. Fenton sounded winded for some reason. On Sam's line it still sounded as though the tape was rolling, but clearly heard Mrs. Fenton say Sam's name. Stupid phone.

"We need your help," Sam begged, not even bothering to apologize. That would just take the precious time they didn't seem to have, because Fake Danny was giggling now. What an awful sound! So this creature stole Danny's voice, but for some reason, it didn't capture his laughter.

"Sam," Mrs. Fenton's voice sounded urgent, "what's wrong? Are you alright-" The woman paused, swallowing hard.

Sam furrowed her brow and finished her thought, "We don't know where Danny is, but we have a ghost problem." She said firmly.

"Ghosts!? We'll be right there!!" Jack Fenton announced from somewhere else in the room. His hyper selective hearing picked up Ghost, and Sam envisioned him grabbing Maddie, sweeping her off into the 'Fenton Fighter' (Or whatever their RV is called).

Sam turned off the phone, since Maddie didn't say anything else or hang up since she didn't have the time. She threw the phone on the bed, with a sigh.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself," Tucker wiped his hands together, as though they got dirty in their task.

"Well?" He then inquired, but before Sam could answer, Jack Fenton with a bazooka and Maddie in kungfu pose burst down the door. Tucker was lucky enough to have been out of the way, but not Fake Danny. The door explosion set him flying into the side of the bed.

"Where's the ghost scum, let me-at-'im!" Jack Fenton cried zealously, pointing it at the Fake Danny, whose face paled considerably.

"Danny?" Maddie asked, both curious and frantic. It's a mom thing.

"No," Sam jumped up off the bed, "That's not Danny!" To prove it, Sam grabbed Fake Danny by the black messy hair on his head. Fake Danny gasped in pain at first, as Sam dragged him over to the Fenton's. She pulled his head back, forcing a sharp tooth grimace to appear. Pained caused Ilna to lose her ability apparently.

Maddie turned on what looked like a price checker. She only had to scan this thing once for it to start beeping red. This was Jack's cue. He shot off the bazooka, wrapping the already tied up doppelganger in an ecto-net. Ilna could feel her power drain so quick...so very quickly...as though death once again was taking claim of her body.

If that done, Jack blew the steam off his bazooka. Maddie grabbed the bagged boogieman, turning her attention to Sam and Tucker; "This is a high leveled ghost, we'll know more when we get it to the lab, but..." They could see the worry behind her goggles.

"We're fine, Mrs. Fenton," Sam answered before the question, "I'm just worried about Danny."

"Should we go look for him?" Tucker subjected, trying to be helpful.

"No need!" Jack roared, grinning that foolish grin of his, "I've put a tracker on Danny incase we ever lost him!" Maddie looked relieved, while Danny's friends looked mortified.

"I'm so glad my parents aren't inventor," And with that, they locked up, locked down and were on their way to the Fenton Works. (Now at top speed, thanks to Jack and the Fenton Fastergist!)

At the Fenton Works, the first thing they did was locate Danny's position.

"Darn thing," Jack said, hitting it 'lightly' against table, "It must be broken!" Well, it was now, as a button popped off. But this, at least, gave the techno-whiz (Tucker) something to do.

Maddie and Jack cut open the ecto-net, as Tucker and Sam sat on the cold lab floor, working on the tracking device. When the net fell open, Sam let out a gasp.

"No way," She stood up, walking to get a better look, "It's the street performer!" Indeed, laying on the floor, in a state of stupor, was the street performer who threw the torches up so that they could lick the sky.

"That's must have been when she saw Danny," Tucker added, looking up from the tracker briefly.

"And...but, how did Vlad know where Danny would be?" Sam asked, out to no one unparticular, but she got more awnsers that she expected.

"Vlad?" Jack asked, dropping something large and ecto-covered on the sleeping 'spirit'. Ilna made a gagging noise, and a smell so foul blasted through the room; like the smell a backed gun. But that was largely ignored with a casual elegance.

"How could-" But Maddie was cut off by Tucker, who stood up at that moment, looking full of pride.

"Finished!" No sooner had Tucker said that, Mr. Fenton tore it from his geek hands and began to fiddle with it.

"Let's see, where could Danny be?" Jack asked the tracker, just something he did. Talked to thing that couldn't answer back. The whole room was silence, except for the coughing and wheezing of the ghost, who was finally coming to.

They waited in anticipation as it beeped slowly, scanning the entire world. From the tops of every mountain, to the bottom of every sea; but there was no sign of Danny.

"If he's not on earth," He inquired, shaking the tracker so furiously that Tucker squeaked, "then where out of earth could he be?!"

"What a dream," The tense group jumped, as the creature below groaned, "no more midnight snacking for me." It was still clearly stunned.

"We saw Vlad today," Sam said, looking down at Ilna with a sort of disgust that could only be mustered by a practiced person in the art of being disgusted, "I think this one here was with him."

"Let's rip her apart, molecule by molecule!" Jack cried enthusiastically, pulling out from virtually nowhere a pully pitchy looking device. However, Jack had no time to use this object of molecule ripping, because just then the room filled with a green light. Light that came from the ghost portal. It casted shadows from it's netherworld, and nothing was safe from its piercing light. Every crack in the metal, every screw, and every button in the lab had the ghostly light poured on it. The group all held their breaths together, if that is possible, waiting...hoping...fearing...