Thanks go to my reviewers, ghostanimal, jackiewacki, Thunderstorm101, Wapeci, and mystery writer5775. Here's a new chapter for you.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this chapter. In fact, the only one I own in the whole story is the Revolutionary War ghost.
In it Alone, or Together?
Danny opened the door and walked in, followed by his dad who shouted, "We're home!" at the top of his lungs.
Jack waited a few seconds for someone to answer. "Maddie! Jazz! We're home!" he called again.
"Dad, I think they heard you the first time, if they're here," Danny said.
"Then why isn't anyone answering?" Jack took a deep breath of air to build up the volume for his next attempt. "Maddie! Jazz! We're home!"
The girls definitely heard him and finally came downstairs.
"Danny," Jazz said. "Mom really wants to talk to you."
Maddie pulled him into the hallway, while Jack dragged Jazz off to tell her about the ghost hunting trip.
"Phantom," Maddie said. "The living room was nice, but I know what you're trying to do. It's not going to work. As soon as this week's over, I won't have to pretend that you're not an evil ectoplasmic manifestation anymore, and you'd better look out. I'm warning you right now, no more funny business, got it?"
Danny blinked. "Mom, do you mind telling me what I'm supposed to be trying to do?"
"Don't you dare play innocent with me, ghost," she scolded. "You know what you're trying to do, now make sure it doesn't happen again."
Danny didn't answer; he hadn't exactly listened. He was too busy being distracted by a blue mist coming out of his mouth. "Sorry, can't talk now!"
Maddie grabbed his hand. "No, you're not going off to terrorize anyone!" she said sharply.
Danny phased out of her grip, but in the few seconds she cost him, the ghost, a giant green misshapen grizzly bear, had flown into the living room behind them and grabbed the Fentons by the back of their necks. Danny gulped. "No mom, I'm not terrorizing anyone, we're being terrorized by a ghost with hairy hands!"
The bear flew with its captives down to through basement and into the Ghost Zone. Danny moved his hand over to grab his mom's. He tried phasing them out of the bear's grip, but it didn't work. "Can't - break - free," Danny gasped.
It was one of the few times when Sam wore a grin. Thanks to her grandma, her mother had lifted the restraining order on Danny. In fact, she had started running over to his house the moment it was lifted, much to the annoyance of her new bodyguards, the Groovy Gang. They had told her to wait for them several times, but she didn't care about listening to them and kept her pace. Once the Fenton Works was in view, she sped up.
"Slow down!" someone croaked from behind her, but of course the only way that would happen was if she reached Danny's house. She was almost there; she just needed to turn onto the walkway.
"Fine," she shrugged, slowing down. She strolled the rest of the way to the door and knocked.
No one answered. "Danny, are you in there?" she shouted. "Come on, this isn't funny!"
