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Legend:

"Someone is talking."

'Someone is thinking.'

"A technique is being used."

Chapter Four:

(Amity Park—Casper High—Cafeteria)

Don't you think that this is a little extreme Sam?" Danny asked as he looked at his so-called 'lunch' like one would examine a deadly poison. "I mean… Not everyone has the same tastes as you do, Sam…"

Sam looked as if she was going to respond but was unable to as, at that moment, a rather well-known, and hated, teacher arrived at their table. It was Mr. Lancer, the main enforcer of punishment at Casper High and the teacher that Danny hated most of all.

Appearance wise, Mr. Lancer was a tall man with black sideburns, a black goatee, and dark-blue eyes. He was wearing a white dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a pair of dark-grey slacks, black dress shoes, and a black tie.

Mr. Lancer put a hand on Sam's shoulder before he spoke, his voice just oozing with false pride. "Ahh… Ms. Manson. The school board just wanted me to thank you for bringing this welcome experiment to our school's cafeteria."

Tucker's eyes glazed over as his body stiffened before he began sniffing the air. As he sniffed, his head followed his nose, trying to find the source of the scent he smelled.

"Meat…" Tucker murmured before his eyes opened. "It's somewhere near…"

Mr. Lancer pulled away from Sam before he backed away from their table, a somewhat hesitant expression on his face. Tucker then turned his attention to Mr. Lancer, where his stare became accusatory causing Mr. Lancer to start sweating.

"No, no... Mr. Foley, I can assure you that the rumors about there being an All-You-Can-Eat steak buffet in the teacher's lounge are completely untrue." Mr. Lancer said unconvincingly before he spared a brief glance at Sam. "Thanks again, Ms. Manson."

With that, Mr. Lancer quickly retreated away from their table, whereupon Tucker turned his attention to Sam. His stare became a glare, a glare that held all of the loathing he had for the 'food' in front of him, which caused Sam to flinch.

"Yeah, Sam… Thanks for making us eat garbage."

Sam frowned, "It's not garbage." She took another bite out of her second grass sandwich. "It's completely recyclable organic matter."

"It's garbage."

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(Meanwhile—Casper High—Cafeteria—Kitchen)

As the regular lunch ladies began leaving the kitchen to attend to their own lunch—visions of the steak dancing in their eyes—the Lunch Lady became visible.

Floating around, the Lunch Lady looked over the modernized kitchen in a search for what the children were eating today. She slowly became more and more agitated when she saw nothing of the food that had been on her menu when she had been alive.

Why wasn't there any meat or any other food? She picked up a grass sandwich before she tossed it away, disgusted. What were these people feeding the children?

The Lunch Lady's eyes glowed bright green, "It appears as if somebody has changed the menu…"

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(Cafeteria—With Danny, Sam, and Tucker)

"FENTON!" At the sound of his name, Danny turned around to see one very angry Dash Baxter was now making his way across the cafeteria towards him.

Dash Baxter was the quarterback of Casper High's football team, which essentially meant that he could say and do most anything without any form of reprisal from the teachers. It didn't help matters that, when in the classroom, Dash was a perfect 'teacher's pet'. This allowed him the luxury of most of the teachers unable to believe any accusation against him.

It made Danny a little bit sick when he thought about it. This was because, as long as he could remember, Dash had always been bullying him and his friends. No one had ever believed them when they told their teachers until they had finally just stopped telling them. However, since Danny had begun taking Karate lessons downtown, he had been able to dodge Dash and his cronies for the most part. It actually made him glad that he was taking them, if he could use what he learned to avoid jerks like Dash.

Unfortunately for Danny however, there was no place for him to run to today.

Dash had finally reached him, slapping down a food-laden tray in front of Danny's face. "I ordered three mud-pies… and do you know what they gave me…?" He pointed towards the three objects on his tray. "THREE MUD PIES MADE FROM ACTUAL MUD! And it's all the fault of your Goth girlfriend!"

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Dash reached out and tried to grab a fistful of Danny's shirt with one of his meaty fists. Danny, however, managed to scoot over to dodge the fist. He was not fast enough though, to dodge the fist that sent his forehead crashing onto the table's surface.

Ouch. That really, really hurt.

"Listen up, Fenton: These are my glory days… After high school, it all goes downhill for me. Now, I ask you..." Dash's grit his teeth as his face reddened even further. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ENJOY THIS TIME IF I'M FORCED TO EAT MUD?"

Sam looked up, "Actually, it's top-soil."

"Whatever." Dash grunted before he thrust one of his mud-pies in front of Danny's face. "Now, you eat it."

Danny could only look at the mud-pie with disgust, beginning to think of ways out of eating it, before he noticed something. There, in the kitchen, was a floating, green-skinned woman wearing the traditional uniform of a lunch lady.

Now, being the son of two professional Ghost Hunters Danny could tell when he was looking at a Ghost or not. Without even realizing what he was doing, Danny gathered as much of his Ghost energy as he could while in human form. Fortunately for him, it was just enough energy for one use of his sonar-like technique.

However, as Danny released his hold on his energy, Danny caught what he thought to be somebody whispering in his ear. 'Pesquisa.'

The world around Danny bled away into the black-and-white scenery that he was familiar with as his technique expanded outwards like an actual sonar. For the first time he saw what other people looked like when passed over by his technique. Everyone, besides Sam and Tucker, in the cafeteria had dull, blue-colored flames.

However, when his technique reached the kitchen, Danny caught a glimpse of the flames that made up the Ghost. The flames were an eerie shade of green and white that seemed to radiate something that he couldn't quite comprehend.

Knowing that he needed a distraction, Danny's face shifted into a frown as he thought about what he could use. Eventually, he did the first thing that popped into his head; he grabbed a handful of the mud-pie before he threw it into Dash's face.

As Dash recoiled, clawing at his mud-covered eyes, Danny shouted. "GARBAGE FIGHT!"

"I TOLD YOU IT'S NOT GARBAGE, IT'S—" Sam began indignantly.

Danny grabbed the edge of Sam's skirt before he pulled her underneath their lunch table, silencing her mid-sentence. She glared at him as Tucker quickly joined them before they were off.

They crawled out of the relative safety that their table provided them and into the virtual rain of food that was flying around the cafeteria. It was lucky that they were, as if they had been standing, they would've been pelted with at least ten items of 'food' at any moment.

Dash managed to separate himself from the rain for a brief moment and then spotted Danny. "You are going to pay for this FENTON!"

Dash was then hit into the face with another mud-pie and then stumbled backwards and into the rain of food. Seeing this, Danny sighed.

"Oh, great… I'm still his favorite."

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(Casper High—Cafeteria—Kitchen)

After they had managed to sneak out of the cafeteria it hadn't taken to long for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to make their way to the kitchen. Silently opening the door to the kitchen, the trio walked inside. Once they shut the door behind them, the trio looked around the kitchen where they saw what looked to be a Ghost dressed as a lunch lady.

"Huh… she doesn't look so bad." Tucker whispered to his friends. "She even looks a little bit like my grandmother."

Danny nodded. "Shouldn't she be haunting a bingo hall or something?"

Hearing them, the Lunch Lady turned around to see Danny, Sam, and Tucker standing in the doorway. She smiled before she floated over to them. "Hello children, can you help me? Today's lunch is meatloaf but… I don't see any meatloaf." Her eyes became half-lidded as she leaned in half-an-inch closer. "Has somebody changed the menu?"

"Yeah." Tucker said before he pointed at Sam. "She did."

The Lunch Lady's kind expression instantly melted away, only to be replaced with a look of livid outrage as she gritted her teeth together. Her white hair—formerly contained in her hair-net—escaped as it whipped around her head like angry, white fire.

Green flames appeared on her fists as she suddenly backed up and pointed an accusatory finger at Sam. "YOU! YOU CHANGED THE MENU? THE MENU HAS BEEN THE SAME FOR FIFTY YEARS!"

"Get behind me!" Danny shouted to his friends.

Following his order, Sam and Tucker instantly rushed until they were behind Danny. Sam then sarcastically commented on how 'safe' she now felt as Danny transformed into his Ghost form.

The Lunch Lady paused in her rage—her hair calming down slightly—as a confused expression formed on her face. Why was that child's skin cracking and turning into ash? And why was that ash now converging around the child's body?

Ten seconds passed before the cyclone of ash surrounding Danny dissipated and the Lunch Lady got her answer. The Lunch Lady's eyes widened in fright at the sight of Danny's Ghost form, her hair now a mere smolder, before she backed up fearfully.

"Y-You're a-an Arr-rancar?" The Lunch Lady questioned. "B-But how…?" She shook her head. "There aren't supposed to be any Arrancar outside of Huceo Mundo!"

"Arrancar…?" Danny asked in a confused manner. "What the heck are you talking about?"

The Lunch Lady blinked. This Arrancar child didn't know what he was? Hm. If that were the case and he really didn't know anything, then maybe he didn't know how to fight like an Arrancar.

Meanwhile, Danny watched as the Lunch Lady smirked before her hair flared like white fire once more. She then lashed out with her right fist, which had begun glowing green, before the kitchen around her suddenly reacted.

Over a hundred round plates rose into the air like they were attached to invisible wires. Once they were floating in mid-air, the plates started to glow a bright green color before they flew towards Danny at high speeds.

There was no time to think about what was going on. Instead, Danny quickly channeled his energy into his fists until they were covered with an ice-blue shroud and then lunged forward. He met the onslaught of plates with well-placed palm-strikes, each hit causing a plate to shatter into dozens of tiny pieces.

The Lunch Lady was not amused with Danny's resistance. With another wave of her hand, a good portion of the remaining plates diverted from Danny's location before they zoomed towards Sam.

Seeing the incoming attack, Sam backed up, eyes widening in slight fear. Danny heard her gasp before he quickly channeled as much energy into his legs as was possible. He then seemed to vanish before he reappeared in front of Sam with his fists held at the ready.

Without a moment to lose, Danny quickly extended his arms before he proceeded to use them to catch the incoming plates.

The Lunch Lady frowned at the lack of success of her attack and thrust left arm forward. The remaining plates under her control flew towards Tucker, only for that Arrancar to catch them again.

Danny quickly put the plates he had caught back on a nearby shelf before he heard something rumble. He turned around to see that the kitchen's ovens were shaking, each possessing a green glow from within their crusty bowels.

"Lunch is sacred! Lunch has RULES!" The Lunch Lady stated, before pulling out a piece of cake. "Anybody want cake?"

Tucker and Sam simply nodded as they wore confused expressions on their faces. Why was the Lunch Lady offering them cake when she had just tried to kill them? It didn't make sense.

"To bad! Children who change MY menu do not get cake!" The Lunch Lady shouted.

Without further ado, the Lunch Lady became intangible before she floated out of the kitchen. The burners on the ovens exploded into jets of eerie green fire, the doors slamming open, before they released blasts of ectoplasm-enhanced fire. Danny took out his sword and, using it like a shield, managed to defend against one of the oven's fire-blasts. However, he was not prepared for the ovens to launch themselves at him, roaring as they flew through the air.

One oven impacted Danny's body, sending him flying into a wall. He got up slowly, rubbing his head, and saw that the three ovens were now advancing on Sam and Tucker. Danny raced towards his friends, gripping his sword with clenched hands, before he reached them. He sliced through one of the ovens, separating it into two pieces, and blocked a fire-blast form another oven.

"Get out of here!" Danny ordered his friends as fought with the possessed kitchen wear.

"But—" Sam protested as she didn't want to leave Danny alone.

"Go!" Danny interrupted, his arms shaking under the strain from holding the ovens off. "I don't know how long I can hold these things off!"

Sam hesitated for a couple of seconds before she nodded. She and Tucker than ran out of the kitchen, leaving Danny alone with the two ovens.

As one oven continued to shoot fire at Danny, the other oven snuck up behind the black-haired boy. It then jumped forward, only to be sliced in half by Danny's blade. The two pieces of the ghostly oven fell to the ground, before Danny rushed forward. He jumped to avoid a ghostly fire-blast, before he swung his sword towards the remaining oven. Danny's sword cut through the metal like butter, before the oven fell apart.

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(Minutes later—Casper High—Hallway)

Once Danny had finished dealing with the Lunch Lady's ovens, he had quickly gotten out of the kitchen before he set of in pursuit of Sam and Tucker. He had found them in a nearby hallway only minutes later.

Sam had a livid expression on her face, "Is this the thanks I get for being an individual?"

No one ever got the chance to respond to Sam's question as, moments later, Casper High shook as if a massive earthquake had hit it. The trio lost their footing and then fell to the floor, the lockers rattling ominously around them.

Then, without warning, the florescent lights above them flickered out one-by-one. The lockers then burst open before all of their contents forced their way out and towards a figure at the end of the hallway.

It was the Lunch Lady.

Everything that had been inside the lockers now swirled in a tight, seemingly white whirlpool behind the Lunch Lady's back. Sam flinched at the murderous expression the Lunch Lady was directing towards her, Danny gripped his sword, and Tucker sniffed the air.

"Steak, rib-eye… hot dogs, corndogs, bacon, hamburgers… ground beef…" Tucker stated with a glazed look in his eyes, a small bit of drool escaping his mouth.

All of the items that Tucker had just described had just flown down the hallway only moments earlier and was now beginning to stick onto the Lunch Lady. Soon enough, the Lunch Lady's body become incapable of being seen, as a shell f pure meat now surrounded her.

Tucker, however, wasn't concentrating on this; he was more concerned with the meat at the moment. "But… where did it all come from." Moments later, his eyes narrowed. "Lancer."

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(Meanwhile—Casper High—Teacher's Lounge)

At the moment, Mr. Lancer was standing before his colleagues with a satisfied grin on his face. Clearing his throat, he gained everyone's attention, before he moved over to the row of covered tables near the back wall.

"Esteemed Casper High faculty may I have the honor to present to you your All-You-Can-Eat steak buffet." Mr. Lancer stated before he removed the white sheets covering the table. "Enjoy."

However, instead of hearing his colleagues move towards the tables, Mr. Lancer instead heard them gasp. He turned to see what the problem was and then saw it. All of the steak and other meat was gone: not even a single bone remained.

Mr. Lancer fell to his knees, "Paradise Lost!"

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(With Danny, Sam, and Tucker)

"Prepare to learn why MEAT is the most powerful of the five food groups!" The Lunch Lady roared as she pointed a large finger at Sam.

"Forget it!" Danny retorted as he stepped in front of Sam, glaring at the Lunch Lady. "The only one here with an expiration date is you!"

The Lunch Lady roared before she began to run towards the trio far faster than anyone would've thought she would have been able to. Knowing that he only had one offensive technique that could take the Lunch Lady down, Danny sighed.

While he didn't want to use that technique, he had no other choice. So, with this in mind, he gathered his energy into his hand. The energy had just begun to assume a vaguely spherical shape when something totally unexpected happened.

Danny transformed back into his human form.

The spherical blob exploded in Danny's face, whereupon he was sent tumbling back into he crashed into Tucker, knocking both of them down. Taking advantage of this, the Lunch Lady grabbed Sam before she turned and became intangible.

"DANNY!" Sam called out desperately as she struggled within the Lunch Lady's grasp, to no avail. "TUCKER!"

It was only moments later that the Lunch Lady sunk through the floor with Sam. Danny and Tucker got up from the ground—concerned expressions on their faces—before Tucker turned to Danny.

"Come on, Danny! Change back! We need to go, now!"

However, before Danny could do anything, both teenagers felt a strong hand grab the collars of their shirts from behind. They were then pulled of the ground and turned, seeing the angry face of Mr. Lancer and Dash.

"You two aren't going anywhere!" Mr. Lancer said with a frown.

Dash—still covered in various food-stuffs—grinned nastily. "I told you I'd make you pay, Fenton!"

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(Later—Casper High—Mr. Lancer's Office)

After they had been caught, Mr. Lancer had taken Danny and Tucker to his office. Dash had met them there after a trip to the bathroom where he cleaned up,

Dash was now leaning against the wall of Mr. Lancer's office—near the door—with a smirk on his face as Mr. Lancer started to read Danny and Tucker's personal records. Maybe he could use some of this stuff later on?

"Tucker Foley: Chronic tardiness, talking in class, repeated loitering by the girls' locker room." Mr. Lancer put down Tucker's file before he picked up Danny's. "Danny Fenton: Banned from holding fragile school property after breaking 34 beakers in the last month." He put both files away before he returned his attention to the two teenagers. "But other than that there has been no severe mischief." Mr. Lancer then slammed his fist on his desk. "So tell me why the two of you conspired to DESTROY the school's cafeteria!"

Danny frowned at the accusation—though he did technically start it—as the blame shouldn't have been his. "But Dash started it! He threw—!"

"—Four touchdown passes in the last game, and is therefore exempt from punishment. You two… are not. I'll tell you both your punishments when I return." Mr. Lancer said.

With that, Mr. Lancer and Dash left the room, whereupon Mr. Lancer told Dash to guard the door. Dash nodded his assent, smirked at Danny and Tucker, before slamming the door shut in their faces.

However, by the time the door was closed, Danny and Tucker had already gotten up.

"We have to find Sam." Tucker looked down, feeling a bit guilty. "For some reason, I feel like I got her kidnapped…"
"Maybe your feeling that way because you told the Ghost that Sam changed the menu? How about that?" Danny said sarcastically.

Tucker didn't respond, as he knew that Danny was right. However, after a couple moments, Tucker's nostrils suddenly flared. He looked around for another couple of moments—sniffing the air—before he turned to Danny.

"That meat is still in the building… 200 yards tops."

Tucker then turned to the row of monitors that hung on the left wall of Mr. Lancer's office. Examining them closely, he finally touched one monitor, a slight smirk on his face as he beckoned Danny over.

"Check it out dude: meat trail."

Danny frowned, "Okay. We know where she is… but, how are we going to get out of here? Knowing where she is won't help much if we can't get out."

Tucker grinned. Walking over the air vent above Mr. Lancer's desk, he removed a pick from his belt. He then stood on Mr. Lancer's desk as he unscrewed the two bolts holding the vent closed—grabbing them before they could hit the floor—and then gestured to the open air vent.

"Shall we?" Tucker asked.

Danny nodded with a grin of his own and then walked over to Tucker. Tucker helped him up into the grate before he helped Tucker up. Tucker then shut the grate and closed the air vent by screwing the two bolts back in.

Not even five seconds later did Mr. Lancer walk into the room, a broom in each hand, with Dash trailing behind him.

"Gentlemen, your punishment will be—" Mr. Lancer began, only to then notice the two empty chairs in the middle of his office. His eyes narrowed angrily. "WORSE THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGNINE!"

A/N: Author's Note; A lot of people have been asking some questions, so we'd thought we clear some things up before we began the next chapter.

Moonlightrurouni: Didn't Aizen send Harribel to Amity? Or does that happen later?

-This is one of the most asked questions that we get. In simplest terms, Tier and her Fracción know that there IS an Arrancar somewhere in North America, but not where that Arrancar is.

Kami no Kage: What is the Ghost Zone?

-The Ghost Zone is a dimension separate from the Soul Society, Huceo Mundo, and Hell. Everything within the Ghost Zone is made out of electronically-charged ectoplasm.

-Ghosts themselves are actually the emotions that a Plus (Or a Hollow) leaves behind when they enter the Soul Society and lose their memories. However, instead of lingering in the Dangai, these emotions are somehow drawn into the Ghost Zone, where they will fuse together with Ectoplasm to become a Ghost.