A/N: I'm sorry the chapters are short, but they seemed a lot longer on paper, and I'm writing it so that the chapters end when they would end in the Sea of Monsters. After this chapter or chapter 4, they will probably get longer.

Disclaimer-I do not own Danny Phantom or Percy Jackson.

Chapter 3: Danny Nearly Blows Up The Taxi Of Eternal Torment.

Tucker's POV:

Sam and I watched as Danny was swatted out of the sky. When Danny hit the floor we went over and dragged him away. Suddenly, Danny's ghost sense went off.

"Ah... though it may seem like an unfair advantage, the hunt must go on." I looked behind me to see Skulker floating above the floor, with a grin on his metallic face. I looked over to Sam, who said exactly what I was thinking,

"Run!" We dragged Danny to the road as fast as we could with Skulker right behind us. When we got to the road, we started to call for a cab when Sam pointed out that there was a grey cab. We ran into the cab, and I gave the driver $5.

"Central Park please!" The three people already in the ab looked at us, then at the driver, and then the girl said,

"Wait, how can you see through the mist?! Never mind; but we paid first, in drachmas too! They only paid in mortal money!" Mortal money; what are they talking about? Then, without looking back, the driver said,

"We take mortal money." She started driving and everyone's head slammed backwards onto the backrest. We looked over to Danny, who was still unconscious, when his ghost sense went off. Sam and I looked around for a ghost; but we could only see Skulker, fading in the distance. When she hit the accelerated, a recorded voice came onto the speaker: Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I'm out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!

Sam and I looked down to the chains that where there for seatbelts. We decided not to chain our selves to the car, not until the situation was desperate. We looked out the window to see everything was zooming by.

"I think we past Central Park," Sam said.

"First payers get the first stop!" The driver said. 'I hope it won't take very long.'

Danny's POV:

"…Talking about, the location I seek?"My ghost sense went off, and I opened my eyes to see a raven haired boy with a burnt tie-died t-shirt with what looked like a small baseball, or golf ball, rapped in a piece of cloth. I started to sit up, when my back ached, and I leaned back down on the seat.

I started to observe my surroundings: there were six people, including me, jammed in the back of a smoky colored cab, with 3 old ladies jammed in the front. On my right side, there were my two best friends, Sam and Tucker; on my left side there was the kid from the gym, Percy, the girl that was holding the knife, and then a one eyed kid. ONE EYED KID! I thought he must have been the ghost because why would my ghost sense go off for any other reason?

So I blasted at him with an ecto-blast, which in prospective, wasn't a good idea to do so in front of those two people while I was In human form, but I also couldn't change into Danny Phantom, so I had to do what I could. The one-eyed ghost ducked when it came at him, and it blasted through the window. When it went through, it started to have a sucking force, pulling every one thing towards the window.

"Danny, what are you doing?!" Sam asked me.

"Trying to get rid of that one-eyed ghost, can't you see him?" I said, pointing at the ghost.

"We can see him but he's not a ghost!" Tucker said. The driver said,

"What happened? It sounds like the window is open," Percy answered the driver,

"No, there's a hole in the door!" The girl with the knife took a closer look at the hole.

"This is bad; if part of this taxi breaks, it's only a matter of time before the whole thing breaks down. It's like smoke in concealed glass. When the glass is concealed, the smoke stays in the glass. When the glass is opened, the smoke escapes." She was right. The hole was getting bigger.

"Here! We saw this coming." The old lady in the middle passed back a roll of duct-tape. Sam looked questionably at the tape.

"That's going to fix a cab?" She asked.

"Hey, duct tape was invented by a demigod who gave us this problem once." The driver said. Sam raised an eye brow.

"Demigods?" Sam looked at the driver some more, then just started to unroll the duct-tape, and seal the hole. When the hole was sealed, I decided to get out of this cab before I would try to capture the ghost again. Percy and the three old ladies started to talk about eyes and location, and the cab started to speed up.

I took a closer look at the baseball, or small golf ball, to see that it wasn't a baseball or a golf ball, but an eye! I took a closer look at the old ladies to see that they were toothless, except for one who had one tooth in her mouth, and by the looks of their tunneling in eyelids, eyeless. Ok, so they might also be ghosts; and the more I thought of it, the more I began to realize that this cab had a ghostly essence to it.

"Wait!" the three old ladies yelled. "30, 31, 75, 12!" It sounded like when dash was getting ready to hike the ball.

"That makes no sense!" Percy said.

"30, 31, 75, 12; that's all we can tell you!" One of the ladies yelled. "Now GIVE US THE EYE!" hearing what the girl with the knife said, giving the driver the eye seemed like a good thing. I didn't want up into a million pieces.

"Yeah, I think you should give them the eye before we disintegrate." I suggested. Percy threw the eye to the driver. The driver popped the eye into her socket with a sickening sound.
"Whoa!" She said and hit the breaks. Sam, Tucker, and I ran out of the taxi, only to have my ghost sense go off again. We looked over to the hill with the pine tree to see that there were people under attack.