YAY! My birthday is on Sunday! So I'm typing up this chapter to help celebrate! Today during school I commented on my b-day as much as possible in order to annoy people. And it defiantly worked. Now a bunch of peers are avoiding me and giving me looks. Did I really freak them out that much with the words "MY BIRTHDAYS IN TWO DAYS,"? Or maybe it was when I ran through the halls after the bell shouting "SUGAR RUSH!" Maybe. But I don't really care that much. The past is the past, right? Or is it gonna just haunt me like Scrooge? _ Anyway, I read some of the reviews and I'm answering some of your questions:

-YES Dani can still access her ghost half. She is now a Half-blood (½ witch, ½ ghost) she technically gave up her human half for the witch half which is also a form of human with magic.

-YES Dash was flirting with Dani. I just couldn't resist putting that in here! XD

-MAYBE I'll have Dani help the twins with their pranks. (Thanks for the idea!) (FRED: how did you do that? DANI: do what? GEORGE: you just dodged our bat-bogey hex! FRED: it was almost as if it went through you!)

But enough talking about my life. Let's continue with what we're really here for! Cookies! (::) (::) (::) NO, CARL! I MEANT THE D*** STORY! Sorry, ma'am…

P.S. Cujo is the ghost dog from the episode about meeting Valerie.

P.S. Esperanto is just the first letter moved to the last letter. EX: What= Hatw Tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

Dis: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. ALL COPYRIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTABLE AUTHORS! Peace out, chumps! I have no work to do on those books/shows!

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Chapter 3- Unfair Laws (Cujo POV)

"Speech".

"Thoughts".

I am almost certain he's near. Phantom's scent is very strong here; through that green swirling portal. I want to hide behind that purple rock and surprise him.

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Who is this black-haired girl? And how can she become ghost-like so quickly? Now the girl is dressed like master Phantom; she must be up to no good! Phillip (squeaky toy) is squeaking that maybe she knows where my real master is! I will threaten her to tell me where he is…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dani POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I know what I did was stupid. I almost blew my secret to ghost hunters. Currently, I'm flying away in phantom mode; trying to get away from the BOO-merang. Suddenly a large movement behind me caught my attention.

"AHHH!" I screamed as if my lungs were on fire. There was a massive (dog?) growling at me only a few feet away, with saliva dripping from the corners of its open mouth; it held the BOO-merang in its fangs. Those two blood-red eyes glared at me with a mix of hatred and confusion. "Strange for a dog…"

"Hell. W-where did y-you come from?" I stammered as sweetly as I could manage. Then the dog started sniffing me. And licking me. The warm, pink-green tongue pressed against my neck; I felt disgusted yet comfortable, until I accidently brushed against all the dog drool that smeared onto my cropped top. But the next thing I knew, there was a small, friendly ghost puppy staring up at me with the largest "bambi" eyes I had ever seen in my life. It was awfully challenging to not feel sympathy for this strange but cute creature.

I bent down to carefully lift the dog tag attached to the red collar around the pup's neck. There was only one word scratched, and the writing looked very similar to Danny's.

"Cujo- is that your name?" The puppy nodded happily; that must have been his name.

"Nice to meet you, Cujo. But I really have to go. I have-" I let a small blue ring form around the lower half of my right arm and glanced at my grey watch, "ONLY 40 MINUTES LEFT!" I raced the clock for time only a few seconds before I slammed into something white. Cujo started whimpering behind me.

"HEY!" I called back, regaining my balance in the ectoplasm.

"Well, well…" I watched a white ghost wearing a white business suit and a fedora creep closer to me. His voice seemed like it came from a murder mystery. "I guess I've found that punk's look-a-like. I was very much hoping for him. But you'll do for now…"

"W-who are you?"

"My name is Walker. Ghost zone executioner, jailor, executioner, judge, and above all, executioner." He held a smug expression on his face that practically screamed trouble.

"You said executioner three times."

"That's my favorite part…" Walker grinned evilly as he gestured his jail guards to lock me up in his van. That expression reminded me of the Grinch from How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss.

I put up a good fight against the restraints and weapons, but it wasn't enough. The ghost-proof cuffs they forced on my hands limited my powers, and no matter how many ectoblasts I threw at the white officers, I was still shoved into the back of the prison van like they wanted. There was a blue figure approaching me before I blacked out.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

There were some hushed voices I didn't recognize coming from the corner of the small room. I slowly cracked open one eye to take a peek. The first thing I noticed was a large hairy (wolf?) wearing very torn clothes and a huge grey collar. He was talking fluently to a small green dog; something in Esperanto about how a jail operated. Cujo was speaking the same language in the conversation as well.

Next, there was a teenage girl with blue flaming hair beside me holding a wet cloth to my forehead. The rock star was practicing her purple guitar, with her other hand and knee supporting it. I heard a soft song escape her lips, but the only words I could memorize were "Ember, you will remember. You will remember my name." she jerked her head up after playing a wrong note accidently. Fast enough to see my spying, too.

"You're awake!" She gestured the two canines to the corner floor we were in.

"Who are you?" I asked the girl and wolf. I already knew Cujo.

"Well, I'm Ember and this big fur lump is Wulf." She chuckled as she mentioned Wulf; whom had started scowling at her. It was clear to see that they were good friends.

"My name's Danielle, but you can call me Dani with an 'I'. That little dude is Cujo." I pointed towards the wagging tail behind Ember's guitar. "Also, where are we?"

"You can never tell where we are, but I do know we're all heading to the jail-house. Again." Ember sighed. "Looks like another breakout's coming…"

"HATW?! EW IDN'TD OD NYTHINGA RONGW!" I yelled at Wulf in Esperanto.

"Alkerw akesm ish wno vlesr nda endoss easonr." Wulf replied to me. Both Ember and himself were flabbergasted. Cujo wasn't paying attention.

"You speak Esperanto?!"

"Tucker might have taught me some things." I was blushing furiously, but both friends nodded since they had already encountered the techno-geek before.

"Anyway," I continued, "Walker doesn't give you a trial of anything? He just puts you in the slammer? No comment?"

"Yep/Esy" Three voices quickly murmured before the doors swung open to reveal the warden himself, complete with guards at each side and large guns in each set of arms.

"Officers 2a and 4b, escort the blue girl, werewolf, and dog into jail cells 7, 9, and 10. The girl punk will come with me." Walker shoved a chain collar around my neck and dragged me out of the van away from my new friends. Try as I might, I was helpless with the handcuffs on and couldn't free myself from that tyrant's grip.

"What are you doing?! I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Foolish girl! You have broken some of the most important laws of the ghost zone!"

"What do you mean?!"

"Rule #4 states that all ghosts must register that they have died once they arrive in the ghost zone for the first time." Walker smirked casually, knowing there were no records of me whatsoever. "And rule #286 states that doing anything related to that punk IS FORBIDDEN! That includes looking like him!"

"So you're saying it's my fault for not knowing to register?! That I'm responsible for being related to my cousin?!" I was BEYOND furious. I wanted to punch Walker in the face, kick him in the gut, throw him some handcuffs, and stuff him into an ACTIVE VOLCANO!

"This is precisely all your fault! And do you want to know what I do to the biggest rule-breakers?" He asked with a gleam in his eye. I feverishly shook my head "no". He continued, "Well, you're about to find out."

He swung the door open to tie me onto the top of a metal table. I saw Walker's hand gripping a kitchen knife that was dripping ectoplasm onto the floor; I began to struggle like mad. E even tried biting through the ropes, but it was also ghost- proof. I was immediately shocked.

"Once I'm done," Walker was slowly sharpening his knife's blade, "you'll be recognized as an outlaw anywhere…" He walked closer, leaned over, lifted the green-coated knife, and…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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I know, I hated writing this part too. I'm guessing you readers haven't seen a lot of Dani torture stories, huh? And I'm leaving a cliff hanger. I really am evil…*starts wicked witch of the west cackle*

Sorry, buyt right now I'm watching the Wizard of Oz while trying to finish up this chapter. Now I have the song "we're off to see the wizard!" stuck in my head. This is my own version:

We're off the see the wizard,

The wonderful wizard of Dumbledore.

He's headmaster here, right now there's no fear

'Cause we're off to see the wizard!