Weapons
Skulker had cleared the drool out of his armour, and was now planning his move of revenge to the ghost brat. He stood in his weapon room, carefully studying each fire arm.
"This missile launcher ought to cut the whelp down to size." Skulker said with a confident grin.
Skulker made his way to Amity Park, and became frustrated when the Danny was nowhere to be found. Suddenly he found himself neck-deep in garbage. The brat had shot him in the dumpster!
Phantom grinned down at him. "Aw, back so soon?" He ducked an ecto-blast. "I missed you too!"
Skulker flew out of the dumpster. "Don't be so cocky, whelp. I have a new toy I'd like to try out."
Danny gasped. "Oh! Can I play too?"
Skulker blasted the missile launcher and Danny fell to the ground...laughing his head off.
Skulker gaped at the bubbles that spurted from the nozzle of his weapon. "How-who-what...EMBER!" Skulker roared.
Ember poked her head out of the alley.
"Aw, look! The Great Ghost Hunter is having a little play date!" Ember crooned. "Revenge is sweet!" Laughing, she darted off.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Skulker took off after Ember, leaving a hysterical Danny rolling around on the grass.