A/N: I have come up with another chapter :D Read and review, pretty, pretty please!

It was 2:30 A.M, Saturday night, and Jazz was ready.

She'd woken up specially for this: Operation Get-Danny-To-Stop-Sleepwalking/Talking-'Cause-It's-Really-Annoying. AKA, Operation GDTSSWTCIRA. Well, she could work on the name later.

Crouching in front of Danny's room, Jazz faked holding a walkie talkie to her face. Hey, no one was around to watch her, and she might never get another chance.

"PsychologyGirl1 to NonexistentDude, come in!" she whispered. Then, changing her voice to a lower, gruff tone, she said, "NonexistentDude in position, over!" She giggled.

Maybe the six cups of coffee she'd had to stay awake were one too many, because she felt really hyper and energized.

Peering into Danny's room, she saw that he sound asleep, his whole body buried in the blankets. Jazz took out a long piece of yarn and some tape. She then taped both ends from her side of the door to the other.

"NonexistentDude, come in! The yarn is in position, over."

"You mean the yarn is placed at the perfect spot so when Danny walks past it he'll trip and wake up? Over!" she said in the deeper voice.

"Don't repeat the plans out loud, over!"

"Sorry, boss. Over."

'Man, was that fun!' she thought.

Just then, Jazz heard mumbles from Danny's bed. "It's time," she spoke into the imaginary walkie talkie.

"Lava lamps are pickleberries… pickleberry fishsticks…" Danny murmured.

Jazz heard what sounding like footsteps. Danny was coming!

She pressed herself to the wall, suppressing her laughter.

She saw Danny's foot step forward, almost about to touch the string, when it suddenly disappeared.

Jazz bit back a scream when she saw Danny reappear about five feet away from his door.

"NonexistentDude, Plan A failed!" Jazz whispered, softly so she wouldn't wake Danny. "Danny turned intangible and didn't trip."

In her deep voice, she muttered, "Time for Plan B!"

Danny was walking slowly, like a zombie, each step lightly hitting the floor. Thud… thud… thud… He was going at the pace of a snail, so Jazz easily snuck past him, ahead to their parents' room.

The door was closed, and Jazz knew her parents slept so deeply that they would wake up if a herd of elephants trampled across their room.

Jazz pulled out her secret weapon for Plan B, held it close to Danny's ear, and-

HONK! The air horn worked like a charm!

Danny woke up, startled, but then realized he wasn't in his room anymore. He didn't see anyone else, ghost or family, just an air horn on the ground that said in distinct letters, "Property of Jazz."

'Jazz!' Danny thought. He might have been only half awake, but Danny had a very evil plan forming his sleep deprived head. "Mwahahaha!"he said creepily. 'Good thing no one heard that, he added in his head. 'That would be embarrassing.'

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