What if you had to do it all over again? . . .
As you can see it's not really cemented yet, so it will be awhile when I get this up--but it's sure to be a riot!
"Wow, two years to the day," Sam Manson observed the calendar beside Danny's bed as the two boys flopped down on the bed itself.
"Yeah, who would have guessed we could get away with it for this long?" Danny smiled, thinking back to that fateful, yet oddly coincidental day—the day of the accident.
"So, what are we going to do to celebrate?" Tucker asked, already pulling out his PDA to jot it down in his planner.
"I'm not sure," Danny shook his head. "I kinda don't want to do anything."
"Today, but we have the whole weekend to do whatever we want," Sam declared. "I say we chow down at the Nasty Burger tomorrow and take a trip to the docks while the carnival is still in town."
"And tonight we can have a mega movie marathon at Sam's place!" Tucker put in, making the Goth scowl in his direction.
"Sounds great guys, but I kinda want to do something that's 'Phantom' related," Danny whispered so he couldn't be overheard by his ghost-sensitive father.
"How so?" Tucker asked.
"Well, for starters we can try and find a new HQ," Danny looked at the disassembly of his room and frowned. "We're getting way to many gadgets in here and since we're starting to build our own, we can't exactly leave them lying around where my parents can get at them."
"Noted," Tucker put in his machine, "and a good idea. It's about time we had our own 'Fortress of Solitude'."
"Lame," Sam rolled her eyes. "Anything else you had on your mind Danny?"
"Well, I think it's time Phantom had an upgrade. I'm getting tired of seeing the regular black and white deal. It's time to mix it up a little."
"Alright, costumes!" Tucker shouted in gleeful delight.
"Are you sure you can change Phantom's appearance?" Sam asked, skeptical.
"Well, Technus did and since I can kind of shift now, it can't be that hard," Danny said shrugging.
"Let's talk more about this at my place," Sam said, getting up from the bed. "You're parents could easily overhear us talking about this."
"Don't your parents have a camera in like every room?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah, but I have full access," Sam spun her home keys on her finger and smiled. "Let's go, I at least want to get all four Dead Teacher movies in tonight."
"And the extended editions!" Tucker yelled running after her.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" Danny yelled as he raced to the door after his friends. "I'm sleeping over at Sam's tonight!"
"Have fun sweety!" Maddie called up from the lab.
"And call me if you see a ghost!" Jack yelled back just as Danny shut the door.
"Life is good!" Danny shouted as he took to the sky, leaving his friends in the dust.
"Hey, no cheating!" Tucker called after him.
Sam only rolled her eyes and continued to race after her ghostly-crush.
Meanwhile—somewhere in the tight containment of the GIW prison . . .
"I hate ghosts," Freakshow said for the thousandth time that day. "I hate ghosts—I hate ghosts—I HATE GHOSTS!!"
"Now calm down," said a pearly voice from the corner. "Surely you don't hate all ghosts."
It was in fact of course, a ghost. A very hot ghost! She was slim, her figure gracing each curve with the black layout of her slinky dress. Her hair was a wild green, flowing down her back and almost touching the floor. Her nails were black, shark as spikes and poisonous as well. She hid something behind her back as she walked up to a gaping Freakshow.
"Now my pet," she purred in his ear. "What would you give, to do it all over again, and win?"
She brought the prize out from behind her back and Freakshow gasped before a malicious smile cracked his grey face.
"Anything my dear, anything," he replied before laughing madly.