Danny's POV:

I hummed brightly as I flew Sam, Tucker and meself in the vague direction of the movie theatre. Time to go see the new Alvin and the Chipmunks movie . . . . Alvin, ol' buddy ol' pal, here I come! Christmas Christmas time is near . . . time for toys, and time for cheer . . .

"Danny?"

Lalalala . . . um, forgot the words, we've been good, but we can't last . . .

"Danny."

Hurry, Christmas, hurry fa--

"DANNY!"

"What?" I pouted, Sam's yell having paused my warped continuation of the beloved carol. I forgot the song though when I noticed the apparent lack of weight on my back (see, Tucker's really heavy, so I can carry him below me when I fly like I can with Sam; he kinda has to hang on to my back and I hold Sam bridal-style). "Wow, Tuck sure got lighter all of a sudden . . . a LOT lighter!" I sang happily. Yay sudden weight loss!

"Oh, I dunno, maybe it's because he's FALLING?!" Sam bellowed in my ear. Thanks, Sammie . . . right after my eardrum finally healed . . .

Just to grate on her nerves (and becuase I kinda missed the last half of the sentence due to the thoughts of bleeding eardrums), I grinned as started to reply with "Oooh, sounds fun, I wanna tr --- FALLING?!" I looked down, and sure enough the poor techie was plumeting down. Wisely, however, he didn't scream (it would have freaked out the townsfolk and further imprinted the whole 'Public Enemy #1' in their minds . . . although I think he was too terrified to scream). "OH NO, MY CABOOSE!" I shouted the first thing that came into my mind.

"Your whAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

. . . uh-oh.

Um . . . I've got good news and bad news. Which d'ya want first? Well too bad, 'cause you're gettin' the good news. Ahem.

Good news: I caught Tucker.

Bad news . . . now Sam's kinda free-falling.

"OH, NO!" I promptly shouted. "MY OTHER CABOOSE!"

New good news (heh heh, funny phrase). Caught Sam.

. . . bad news . . . dropped Tucker. Again.

"OH NO! MY FIRST CABOOSE AGAIN!"

And so on and so forth . . .

"OH NO! MY OTHER CABOOSE! AGAIN!"

"AW MAN! MY FIRST CABOOSE! STOP FALLING!"

"NOT THE OTHER CABOOSE AGAIN! DAMN IT!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" (all three of us yelled that one; amazingly, no citizens and or pedestrians and the like looked up)

Oh, my poor caboo - hey, what's the plural of 'caboose', anyway? It would really cut back on the waste of breath from yelling if I knew. Cabooses . . . caboosi . . . caboosen . . . OH! I got it! Okay. So, caboose sorta ryhmes with goose, right? Right. And the plural of goose is geese, right? Yep. Therefore . . .

. . . . . . cabeese!

And then my brain actually woke up and started actually using itself to talk to me.

Uh, HELLO?! Anyone home? I guess not, since you're NOT USING YOUR HEAD!!! My friends are free-falling, and I DO have ghost powers. Ghost powers that noty only include flight and all that other fun stuff like ice manipulation, but DUPLICATION . . . damn, I'm so slow sometimes . . . gimme a break, it's 2:00 in the afternoon! What teenager's brain works at 2:00 in the afternoon?! What teenager's even awake at 2:00 in the afternoon?

. . . don't answer that.

Quickly making a duplicate. I ordered the fake me to catch Tucker. The real me flew down and caught the precious Sammiekins.

This genius plan actually worked . . . for a grand total of, oh, 30 seconds. Then, wouldn't you know it, my powers . . . shorted out.

Of course.

The three of us plummeted towards the ground . . .

THE END!

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Anyway.

The three of us plummeted towards the ground . . .

. . . and landed on that place where all those matres factories get rid of all their extra matreses no one will buy.

Talk about sayin' 'WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' . . .

"Daniel . . . Jackson . . . Fenton . . . slash . . . Phantom . . ." Sam laughed.

" . . . don't you ever . . ." Tucker began.

" . . . . . drop us again . . . . . ." Sam continued.

" . . . . . unless . . ."

" . . . . . . . it's over here." All three of us said that one at the same time, then followed it up with cracking up at the same time. Hehehe.

"Right. I promise . . . Sammiekins." I grinned, then jumped to my feet and ran (sorry, bounced) away. Sam followed, hot on my heels. Naturally, I did NOT hold back on my powers right now like I usually do in gym. Hey, you'd use everything you could get if SAM were chasing you, you know!

. . . okay, so I kinda provoked her a little . . .

. . . okay, okay! A lot! I provoked her a lot! Geez . . .

. . . who's side are you on, anyway?!