Disclaimer: I wish I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-
I would like to inform you all that I'm discontinuing this story.
I'm really sorry.
Haha just kidding. I recently discovered that I'm on a kick when it comes to this story.
-dodges fruit and weapons-
"Alley? I'm scared," Luke whimpered as he followed her up towards the house.
"How is this any different from breaking into the neighborhood barns?" Alley asked in a hissed tone, walking up to the giant mansion and shifting the backpack that hung on her shoulders.
"Those are farmers' barns! This is Vlad Masters the billionaire's mansion!" Luke whined as they went up to the side.
The door suddenly opened. Luke almost screamed, but Alley covered his mouth and pulled him into the bushes. Vlad had his briefcase and locked the door. He walked to the limo that was pulled up and got in. Alley waited five minutes after he left before letting go of Luke. That and he began to lick her hand.
"Can you pick the lock?" Alley asked in disgust, wiping her hand on the seat of her jeans.
"Duh," Luke replied smartly as he took out a screwdriver and pencil. He began to expertly pick the lock and the door opened less than a minute later. (My friend can pick a lock with a screwdriver and pencil, so it's possible.)
"Nice," Alley sounded impressed. She walked and closed the door behind Luke. "Does he have a security system?"
"Yes!" Luke said quickly as he ran over to it. Alley followed and snickered.
"He may have one, but it's not exactly helpful if you don't turn it on," Alley rolled her eyes as she walked down the hall. "Okay. Judging that he had a suitcase and took a limo, he's probably going to his company. Most people leave work at five, it's eight-thirty now. We have time. Look for a library."
They began to hunt. After spending three hours looking in the rooms and pulling Luke away from the room with a giant TV and countless movies on the shelves, they finally found it.
"What are we looking for exactly?" Luke asked, staring at the shelves of books as he made face.
"Anything that looks like it has to do with ghosts," Alley replied, dropping her backpack as she pulled a chair over to climb up and look at the books.
Luke sighed and immediately plucked two books from the shelves.
"Just put them on the desk and we'll look through them after we look at all the books," Alley instructed. Luke dropped them on and examined the opposite wall.
A half-hour passed and the two found only ten books total. Luke finished looking at his wall of books, so he decided to look at Vlad's college yearbook.
"Alright," Alley said once she finished looking at her side. "Let's split the books up and what are you reading?"
Luke looked over his shoulder at her. "His college yearbook. Look at how dorky they look!"
Alley glanced at her watch. It was only one, so she plopped next to him and looked in the yearbook. It was the group photo of Vlad, Jack and Maddie.
"Looks like he folded it," Alley said in curiosity as she folded it. She took note that it excluded Jack and put Vlad right next to Maddie. "This is no accidental fold."
"Does that mean he has the hots for Mrs. Fenton?" Luke almost shrieked in disgust. Alley laughed at him, but nodded.
"Did anybody sign it?" she asked, taking it from him and flipping to the very back. There were only two comments.
V-Man,
Still sorry about the whole portal thing giving you ecto-ache and stuff. I'm sure it'll clear up within a day or two. Sucks it happened so close to the end of the year. Also, I asked Maddie out. She said yes! We have a date later! Hope you feel better! Call me if you see a ghost in the hospital!
-Jack
Vlad,
I am so sorry that Jack's portal gave you ecto-ache, and especially right before final exams! At least they let you take the exam in the hospital with the professor watching. I hope I see you next year, healthy and ecto-ache free. Also, Jack finally asked me out. I hope you see better really soon! Call me and let me know if things get worse.
-Maddie
"Ecto ache," Alley murmured. She took the yearbook and set it on the table. "Glance through the books, put the ones of interest to us on top of the yearbook. If not, but it next to it and we'll put it back before we go. If you're not sure, put it back on the pile and I'll look at it."
It took another half-hour to sort through the books. Alley copied the information needed using Vlad's copy machine and put the papers in her backpack.
"It's four thirty. We should go," Alley informed Luke.
"Good. I'm starving! Can we get McDonalds on the way back!" Luke pleaded. Alley's eye twitched. Danny and Tucker took here there. It was disgusting.
"Sure," she said, figuring the she could eat at the mansion or pick up something for herself on the way back.
"Dude! Look at this football!" Luke suddenly exclaimed, reaching for it.
"Luke! Don't touch anything!" she hissed just before Luke tipped it forward.
There was a rumbling sound and the floor beneath her shook a bit as the fireplace opened to a secret passage way.
"Cool! Mr. Masters has his own secret hide-out!" Luke yelled as he ran down the stairs.
"Luke! Get back here!" Alley yelled into the hallway. "Mr. Masters will be home any second now!"
The fireplace began to rumble and move back automatically. Alley's eyes widened. Vlad must have had it on a timer. She made a decision and grabbed her backpack. She had to jump through in order to make it before she was crushed. Sighing in relief, she began to put on her backpack. To her horror, she noticed that one of the straps was caught. Desperately, she tugged. It didn't move an inch. Sighing, Alley took out a pocket knife from the backpack and cut the strap, wincing. She loved this backpack, but it was getting worn anyway. The strap she just cut was duct taped anyway, holes were stitched and there were stains on it.
Alley put the strap that was complete on her shoulder and ran down the stairs. She gasped as she came upon something unexpected.
A lab.
It was a lab. A fancy one at that.
It had beakers, test tubes, samples, a computer, a dissection table and a bookshelf. There was a large desk with a computer and a file cabinet.
"Luke! Can you unlock this file cabinet, then look around the computer for something important?" Alley asked, digging through her bag. "Put it on this memory stick. It's really big, so don't be afraid to add anything."
Luke nodded. He expertly unlocked the cabinet before turning on the computer.
"I need a password," he said, depressed. Alley and him exchanged a look. Luke winced as he typed in MaddieMasters. It was accepted.
"So predictable," Alley mumbled as she scanned through the files in the file cabinet. There were three, one for ghosts, one for his business, and one for his personal life. Alley looked desperately through the ghost files. Skulker, Technus, Desiree, Youngblood and Spectra were just one of the main names, but no Wisconsin Ghost or Danny Phantom.
On a hope that he just wanted to keep those files super secret, she checked his business cabinet. Nothing but boring graphs, list of businesses and blah blah blah blah.
"Alley! I hear something!" Luke suddenly said in a hushed whisper. She stopped all movement and listened closely. Indeed, she heard the rumbling from the hallway. Whoever was opening it was going to find them!
"Quick, shut down the computer!" Alley hissed as she opened the personal file. There were only three files, all unlabeled. She grabbed them all and shoved them into her bag.
"We're gonna die," Luke said, tears threatening to spill as his lower lip quivered. "There's no way out."
Alley just shushed him and grabbed his arm. She pulled him over to the Ghost Zone portal and began to open it.
"Are you crazy!" he hissed.
"It's our only option!" she said desperately. "We can get out through the Fenton's portal."
Alley shoved a reluctant Luke in before going in herself. She heard the portal close behind her, and they were trapped in the Ghost Zone.
After a long, hard day at work, Vlad sighed and went inside his house. He had one of his cooks start him something to eat and slumped into his study room. He noticed immediately the stack of books on his desk, his yearbook on top. Did he have a late night reading session? And looked at his yearbook too? He shook his head and put the books away. He really needed a new brand of coffee that worked better.
He tipped his football and looked down. He picked up a strap that was covered in duct tape. He went ghost immediately and flew down into his lab. Looking around carefully, examining his lab. He checked his computer, roughly snatching out a memory stick. Turning it over in his hands, he scowled at the no name written on it.
His file cabinet was open. Nothing missing from his ghosts, business, but his personal one was empty. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the file, the strap and memory stick.
"Daniel," he growled.
