Mr. Lancer met Jazz at the school - yard, wondering what the news on Danny was. Jazz had sounded urgent and panicked on the phone. Perhaps she had realized that young Daniel did indeed have the test answers. Mr. Lancer had no idea that he was not going to speak with Jazz at all, but with Danny. When Lancer got to the meeting point, he was surprised to see a normally calm Jazz, a bit frazzled.
"Jazz? What is the meaning of this?" Lancer asked.
"I uh…" Danny cleared his throat, putting on his best Jazz impression. "I need to talk to you about Danny!"
"I know he has the test answers," Lancer said. "But our deal still stands. If he returns them before the test, I won't fail him."
"I…uh…He doesn't have the test answers!" Danny said, almost shouting.
Danny held the invisible and intangible answers in his hand. He was waiting for the right moment.
"And how do you plan to convince me of that, Ms. Fenton?" Lancer asked.
"Maybe you made a mistake!" Danny asked. "When was the last time you opened that brief case?"
"The question is," Lancer said. "What I saw last time I opened it. It was empty, and I suspect your brother had something to do with it! Now unless you have substantial evidence that states otherwise…"
He started to turn away. This is what Danny had been waiting for. He slipped the answers through the case. He knew Lancer would open the case when he got home, just to check.
Later that day, Danny went home and down to the lab. Jazz was gonna kill him, but he had to make sure she wouldn't mess things up for him, so he waited for the phone call.
"The Catcher in the Rye!" Lancer said, when he opened the case upon his arrival home. "I've made a terrible mistake! I could have sworn the answers were missing!"
He immediately called the Fenton residence. Danny picked up. He put on his best Jazz voice again and waited for the news.
"Jasmine, I must be losing my mind, but the answers are here," Lancer said. "Your brother is in the clear."
"YES! I mean uh… Thank you, Mr. Lancer," Danny said. "I…uh…he won't let you down!"
It worked, but Jazz was going to be mad. He had to figure out what to say to her, but he couldn't worry about that now. Danny ran up to Jazz's room. He backed out of her body and laid her on the bed. Danny could only hope she wouldn't wake up until morning.
The next day, Jazz awoke in her room. She gasped. She had had a horrible nightmare about fighting with Danny!
"Huh? What?" Jazz asked aloud. How did she get in here? What was that dream about?
Just then, Jack Fenton kicked open her door.
"What's up, Princess? Are you okay?" Jack asked worriedly.
"I'm in my bed?" Jazz asked as her mother laughed and knocked her husband aside with an entrance similar to his.
"Well of course you're in your bed, sweetie!" Maddie Fenton replied with a smile, as Jack went to stand beside her.
"Danny said you fell asleep helping him study and he tucked you in," Maddie said proudly.
"He even woke up bright and early to make sure nothing happened to make him late for the big test!" Jack continued with a smile.
Jazz was starting to realize what was really going on. That hadn't been a dream. Even worse, he was still going to cheat! What had happened? Fighting with him was the last thing she remembered. She just had to get to school to stop him!
"Oh no!" She thought aloud. "The test!"
She ran by her mother who had a confused, but obliviously accepting smile on her face, and her father who was still holding the Boo-merang. She immediately headed towards the school.
Meanwhile, Danny was already in class…invisible.
He was early as planned and Mr. Lancer was almost completely alone. The exceptions were a few other teens who nervously felt the need to be early. Danny slipped his invisible and intangible arm into the briefcase chained to Mr. Lancer's arms. He pulled out the answers and slipped through the wall, into the hallway. He turned visible and looked down, his back to the door. He stared down at his hands and the test answers they were holding.
What was he doing? He couldn't cheat on the SAT's. He was Amity Park's hero. This was wrong. But he had gotten himself in so deep; he couldn't turn back now. Besides, his perfect future was so close, and all he had to do now was write a few answers on a piece of paper.
He sighed as he walked back in to the classroom, invisible answers in hand. What was he going to tell Jazz? After all she had done for him, this was how he repaid her. Well, it was too late now.
He sat down to take the test as Sam and Tucker walked in with dismal expressions on their faces. As far as they knew, nothing had happened out of the ordinary and he had the answers all this time.
Sam never thought Danny was capable of cheating, but she knew that he wanted to be like his sister. He wanted to be promised a great future: a sure one. After all he had been through, she could understand how much he wanted to be told that his future wouldn't contain any more surprises. What she didn't understand was why he wanted to get it this way. She didn't need some stupid test result to know that she'd be okay. Then again, her parent's weren't ghost hunters. They were millionaires.
Tucker felt similar to Sam. Tuck had always been the one to bend the rules, not Danny. What was even more upsetting was that Danny didn't listen to Sam. Sam was always helping Danny make the right choices, and Danny always did. This test had really messed with Danny's head, but what could Tucker do? Rat out his best friend? Not gonna happen.
Danny slipped the answers under the table.