A/N: Sorry I'm late with the updating! I had a lot of homework and stuff… and yeah. I hope you like the last part of this story!

Danny had a plan. An awesome plan- no. An EPIC plan. A plan that would knock Jazz's socks off, literally, and blow her mind, figuratively.

What was the plan? I'm glad you asked, 'cause I don't know either. It all started when Danny came home from a long day of fighting ghosts, took out a notebook and pen, and wrote "Danny's Awesome EPIC Plan" in big letters on top. Then- he fell asleep.

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Jazz was in the middle of the most amazing dream ever. She'd received scholarships from Harvard, Yale, Princeton and even Hogwarts, but couldn't decide which to pick. So, she invented a machine that let her attend all four at one, and then won a Nobel Peace Prize.

She suddenly woke up. It was around 2:45 in the morning, according to her alarm clock. The house was silent, though rain was steadily thumping the roof and windows.

Then, Jazz heard a creak coming from outside her room. It could only be two people- Danny, sleepwalking/talking, or Dad, on a midnight fudge trip. Jazz heard something that distinctly sounded like "cookie rebels" and guessed it was Danny.

Jazz sighed internally. Danny was being really immature lately. Sneaking about thirty cookies before dinner, posting that embarrassing video on YouTube of her, the whoopee cushion incident that happened yesterday… Yes, quite immature.

Jazz carefully opened her room's door and snuck into the hallway. Danny was ahead of her, walking to their parent's room slowly. When Jazz saw him, she nearly let out a laugh.

He was wearing a white blanket on his head, like a little kid dressed as a ghost on Halloween. Even his arms, held out to the side, made him look very ghostly. In fact- Jazz looked closer. Danny's entire body seemed to glow slightly. Jazz saw white boots peeping from under the blanket. Boots which were floating five inches above the ground.

Oh no, Jazz thought. Danny was in ghost form- and walking (floating) straight into their parent's room!

Jazz hurried down the hallway, trying to get past Danny.

"Doodles are the windows to the soul," he said in that echo-y ghost voice of his.

Jazz was about to get past Danny when he approached their parent's door. He took a step forward and phased straight through. Jazz eased open the door as quietly as possible, and crept through.

Her parents were sound asleep, her mom snoring slightly and her dad clutching a tiny teddy bear.

"Icebreakers having mood swings." Danny rose up, his blanket rippling in a nonexistent breeze. "You smell like curly fries."

Danny was right above the sleeping parents now.

We're screwed, Jazz thought. In a split-second decision, she leaped forward, grabbing Danny's ankle, and pulled him down. Danny frowned slightly, but didn't wake up.

"That monkey stole my trash can," he muttered, and slowly floated down and touched the ground next to Jazz, his eyes still shut tight.

Jazz tried yanking him out of the room, but he was way heavier than he looked. She glanced frantically at her parents, who were both restlessly tossing and turning. They could wake up any second! Finally, Jazz took deep breath. She lifted one hand and swiftly brought it down, slapping Danny on the head.

"Dinosaurs!" Danny's eyes opened, revealing acid green pupils. He looked down at himself, spazzed out a little, and changed back to human mode. Jazz couldn't believe it- actually she could- but her parents were still asleep.

Jazz quickly dragged Danny out of the room. "You owe me one, little brother," she whispered to him.

Danny still seemed extremely drowsy, or he would've had a great comeback. All he said was, "Truce?"

Jazz smiled. Immature as her family was, she was a part of it. "NO way!" You owe me big time."

Danny frowned, and then said, "I'll give you my pack of Skittles Crazy Cores." He yawned hugely, covering his mouth.

"Throw in some Warheads and you've got a deal."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"I'm going to sleep now," Danny grumbled.

"What?" Jazz felt really hyper again, probably because of what had just happened. "Oh. Oh, right. G'nite!"

"Whatever, PsychologyGirl1."

"Danny!"

I fixed all the typos… Sorry about them before!