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POPP's: 5!

F.A.P.S.: 0….Wa-wa-WAH.

Thanks to all whom casted their vote!

I don't own DP, or Flubber…Confused yet?

Chapter 12: It Can Only Get Worse…

(POV: Narrator.)

"Sir?" Agent O asked.

"Boys," Agent C began. "You've got an awful lot to learn. I'll start by teaching you how to take the advantage in a situation like this…"

Agents K and O raised their eyebrows. "But Sir," Agent K began, "shouldn't we just leave?"

"Yeah," Agent O replied, "And focus on a new plan for defeating that Phantom punk."

Agent C groaned loudly, "Listen to me. Keep your mouths shut, and learn as much as you possibly can from this." He abruptly turned around, and walked out of the store. Agents K and O followed awkwardly.

The scene around the sight of the ghost fight was stressful to say the least. Reporters, curious Phantom fans, and angry Phantom haters, all pushed to get a closer look. The shouts and camera flashes only increased when the G.I.W. agents emerged into the open. Agent C walked up to a large group of reporters.

An officer broke away from the human-barricade to walk up to the Agents. "Sir," he addressed Agent C, "we're having a hard time getting this situation under control. It might be best for you to leave now."

Agent C's expression was unwavering, "Thank you; but I have no intention of leaving. I'll assist here."

The officer almost looked amused, "Suit yourself." He dove back into the fray to help his fellow officers.

"O, K," Agent C said harshly, "Line up and look as calm as you can. If this goes on much longer, the police will have to resort to violent force."

"Yes, Sir," the Agents responded, and obeyed.

Agent C stood mere steps away from the wild crowd. He ignored the overwhelming amount of questions, and raised his hand.

"SILENCE," Agent C said, with animosity that could thicken air. The majority of the crowd quieted down immediately. Agent C let his hand down, "Now, I can answer your questions in a civil, calm, and honest manner; but only if you listen to me. If you want answers, you must be professional. Any who disobey this guideline will be hauled away by the police."

The crowd murmured excited agreements, which allowed the officers to relax a little. Agent C walked closer to the reporters. A few brave (or foolish) people started asking spit fire questions all over again.

"BE QUIET," Agent C asserted, "this is my final warning. Raise your hand until I call on you. Until I call on you, you will remain silent, I will answer questions as I please. You'd best not get on my bad side."

Everyone in the area instantly raised at least one hand.

Agent C didn't look surprised, "You," he pointed to a male reporter from Channel 8, whose eager cameraman was still recording. "Ask your question."

"Thank you, Sir." The redheaded reporter held his microphone confidently. "Can you confirm that Phantom was involved in the fight that took place here an hour ago?"

"Yes, Phantom was involved. His opponent was the ghost who calls himself Skulker." Agent C scanned the shaking hands with disinterest. "You," he pointed to a female reporter.

"Thank you, Sir. Tell me, did you manage to successfully capture Phantom?"

The tension in the air grew, "Phantom ran scared before we could properly subdue him. All he exists for is to bully those lesser then he is; but we are not lesser then him. He encourages ghosts to show up with his presence, then he battles them to fulfill his sick purpose. He doesn't care what poor soul gets caught in the crossfire, either." Agent C paused, "He didn't even hesitate to aggressively fight against three humans."

He moved on, "Was anyone seriously hurt by the fight?" Asked a reporter.

"There were many minor and severe injuries as a result of Phantom's actions. Add to this, the property damage and civil unease, and the total damage shows itself to be even more dire in that combined form."

Agent C moved on to a few civilians.

"Was Phantom, like, hurt or something?" Some young blonde asked.

"We got a good shot in, that's why he ran scared. It appears he can't take what he dishes out."

Agent C moved on to a male civilian; cameras still observed his every move, and word. "How did Phantom escape?"

"He exited combat mode, so our satellite couldn't pick him up. Normally all Agents carry Portable Ghost Detectors; but seeing as we were rushed here so rashly, we failed to grab ours." Certain two agents flinched behind Agent C.

Agent C continued to answer various questions from the crowd…

(POV change: Danny.)

I walked up to the checkout. Everything had settled down quite a bit, and the store had begun to reorganize. There was still only one cashier at the ready. Earlier, I'd scanned the store, looking to complete a replacement outfit. Luckily, I found a pair of dark navy-blue-jeans in my size. I'd also found a neat hat; it was leaf-green, and read across the front "Ghost-Buster." I knew Jazz would get a kick out of it.

I walked op to the cashier-lady. She still seemed a little frazzled, "Well, thank you for not looting."

I placed the hat and jeans down for her. "Uh, no problem. Hey, can I change in your bathroom and wear these out? My clothes got kind of messed up and-"

"Sure, no problem." She scanned the hat and jeans; then she grabbed my jacket sleeve.

Her action pulled the sleeve enough to engulf my hand, "You sure you don't want a smaller size?"

"I'm sure. I've still got growing to do anyway, and I won't really need it till winter, so…"

"Suit yourself." She took off the magnetic security tag.

The total cost was $42.98. I reached for my wallet...It didn't seem to be there. I dug around a little, and grabbed it suddenly.

Huh, that's weird, I thought. That usually only happens when…

I dismissed the thought, and paid for the items. I left the frazzled cashier-lady's checkout station, and entered the bathroom. Once inside, I looked in the mirror to investigate the jacket I'd been prancing around in. It was patterned in camouflage, three shades of green. I giggled at the message on the chest.

"If you can read this…then the camouflage obviously isn't working."

Tucker would get a laugh out of that one. I smiled and toyed with the jacket hood. Then I looked at the reflection of my face. "Huh," I said, "That's weird…"

(POV change: Jazz Fenton.)

Yes, I was still watching the news while Sam and Tucker were down in the lab. Yes, I realized that Danny getting into a fight at the mall…AGAIN, was a bad thing.

Yes, I completely panicked and ran out of the house armed with nothing but the Fenton peeler. No, I didn't think that reacting like that was a horrible idea. After all, Danny was only fighting Skulker…

I repeat, WAS fighting Skulker. I hadn't seen tell or tale of my little brother when Skulker nearly crushed me! He came flying at me screaming and spinning like a Frisbee! I dashed around desperately for cover. I'm not the best ghost fighter around; but the Fenton-peeler needed time to activate! I hardly had time to blink.

Finally, I found a place large enough for me to stand and hide in. I pulled the Fenton-peeler from my handbag then stretched out my arm and activated it. The impressive sequence lasted about ten seconds; just enough time for Skulker to recover.

He fired a poorly aimed shot in my direction. It sizzled past me and impacted an old garbage can.

I darted out from behind my useless shelter, "Freeze ghost!" I shouted at him.

He raised his eyebrows and stood up, and looked at me quite casually. "Oh," He began, "It's just you."

I furrowed my brow, "What do you mean by that, ghost?"

Skulker shrugged his shoulders, "Well, you're the whelps' older sister, Jazz, correct?"

I nodded, slightly afraid that I shouldn't confirm it, "Correct, and what of it?"

"Well, you're useless, and weak."

…Oh, no he didn't. I charged the Fenton-peeler and fired. Skulker yelped in surprise and barely managed to dodge.

I kept firing and using the armored suit to my greatest advantage. Skulker soon found his footing enough to fire missiles at me, I lifted my fist in response and triggered the peeling mechanism in the cuff. The missiles disintegrated; but the peeler didn't stop there. Oh, no, that loud mouth had to get his just-deserts! His armor peeled away and revealed his scrawny green form.

I allowed the peeler to cool down before I approached his tiny form. I picked him up by his stubby legs, "Whose useless now, flubber-ghost?"

Skulker squirmed, "How dare you mock me! I am Skulker! The Ghost Zones' greatest hunter!"

I hardly heard him over my, "I won; It's my birthday, it's my birthday," chant, and dance.

"Must you mock me, so? Puny human?" Skulker complained.

"Cry all you want ghost! That'll never stop me from putting you in the…Fenton thermos?" I face palmed, I'd left the Fenton-thermos at home! In my mental rant of self-pity and embarrassment, I let my grip slip.

Skulker landed on the ground, "HA! You cannot bind me forever, Whelp!" With that, he scurried off and left me to wallow in my humiliation.

Well, I thought, at least no one got hurt and nothing got damaged! Danny will be so proud of me!

My peppy-ness took over, so I deactivated the Fenton-peeler and entered the mall to find my kid-brother…

Author, speaking! Sorry, Jazz. I think Danny might get jealous of you at this point…

REVIEW! And submit a question you'd like Danny (Jazz or reporter or Civilian) to ask Agent C! The opportunity for their next meeting will come next chapter. Danny will be a civilian; that Agent C, will practically do an interview with.

Don't be afraid; suggest anything! The sooner the better!

Explanations…

#1. The wallet is reference to Danny's cell phone; which seems to stay in his pocket Fenton or Phantom, as well as before or after he transforms. I just put a twist to it; Phantom's pockets are kind of like portals to Fenton's pockets. This way he can access things and not worry about breaking them in battle..now figure out what I mean by telling you that. ;)

#2. In the DP show, they don't have ghost-detecting satellites. They're only portable/land based ghost detectors. From watching the show, the portable devices seem to only-

-Categorize a ghost, as a ghost. They don't ever say, "The Box-Ghost is directly ahead…Fear me." They Just say, "Ghost ahead." Etc.

-The advantage to the portable ghost detectors is that they can detect a ghost no matter what active state it's in.

The satellite, on the other hand here-

-Tells you in detail exactly who the ghost is, and where the ghost is. (Like we've seen.)

-The disadvantage is that ghosts can't be detected unless they're highly active. (This usually means fighting; but if a really powerful ghost like an Ancient/Clockwork/Pariah Dark showed up, they'd get picked up even while dormant.)

I'm mean for leaving you there; but still.

See you Sunday!