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"Mom! Can't we talk about this?" Sam begged.
"Talk about what? You're friends with a ghost that has been in serious trouble before. What if he drags you in?"
"He's a hero. Mom, you're just prejudiced because you want me to hang out with people like you! I'm not going to be conformist just because you think I should!" Mrs. Manson glared at her daughter.
"I'm going to put a restraining order on him. To stop you from sneaking out to see him, I've got some people I want you to meet." The doorbell rang. "That must be them," said Mrs. Manson. She opened the door to let two of the Guys in White into the room.
"Oh no, you've got to be kidding me."
"You called, ma'am?" asked a tall, bald, dark-skinned man.
"It's my daughter, Samantha. She has become friends with a ghost, Danny Phantom. I want you to keep her far away from him. I'll pay you double your current monthly salary per hour if you do it." The man scowled.
"We'll need to talk about this." He motioned to his companion to join him in a huddle. "It doesn't sound like we'll be able to hunt very many ghosts with this job."
"True, but if we accept it, it would mean better funds for our ghost research," his companion pointed out.
"Tempting, however, we also need enough time to do it."
His companion lifted his head out of the huddle and called back to Mrs. Manson, "What are the hours?"
"Noon to six, you'll trade off with other guards."
"We can experiment in the mornings. I say we accept." They broke the huddle. The dark-skinned man cleared his throat.
"We'll take it," he declared. Mrs. Manson nodded.
"Very good," she said. She grabbed Sam by the ear and dragged her in front of the Guys in White. "Here's my daughter. I expect you to take good care of her."
"Why my PDA? Why?" wailed Tucker. He had been locked in his room without any of his technology.
"Is everything all right in there?" his dad called.
"No, what did you do with my PDA?"
"I'm sorry, Tucker, but after you refused to stop, what would you call it, 'hanging out?' with ghosts, we had to ground you, for your own good." Tucker banged on the door.
"Let me out! Let me out! Come on! You don't understand! Help!"
Jazz struggled to free herself from her father's arms. "Dad! Put me down!" she shouted.
"Not until we can convince you that Danny's evil! If you go after him, he'll hurt you." Jack told her.
"He's not evil," said Jazz. "I know he's better than that. He's my little brother and I need to help him."
"Jazz, I know it's a shock, but he's not your little brother. Maybe he used to be, but trust us when we say that he's not the same person he was before he became a ghost."
"There is no way I'm going to believe it until you listen to his side of the story." Maddie sighed, this was not going to be easy.
"If we promise to listen to him, will you promise to accept he's evil?"
"I can't make that promise, I've known his secret longer than you and I've seen him getting framed firsthand."
Maddie thought for a minute. "I've made my decision," she announced.
