He looked around frantically, searching the skies for the ghost that had set his alarm off. He growled, ready to shout out before having something launched into his side, knocking him to the ground. He attempted to get up, only to realize he was trapped in a glowing green net. He froze, realizing only one ghost used weapons. He glared at the figure that came to stand over him, hissing his name out like a curse. "Skulker."

"Finally." His somewhat metallic voice grated on Danny's ears, making him glare harder. "You have proved to be a rather elusive prey. But I finally have you. Would you rather be stuffed whole? Or just your head?"

He opened his mouth to let out a scathing remark- Okay, probably more like a pun, but he digressed. But someone got to it before he could. "Hmph. Really, now this is hardly a fair fight."

The two looked over to see Michael standing- well, floating- with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed. Danny grinned. "About time! I was wondering when you'd show up!"

Michael rolled his eyes, taking advantage of Skulker's apparent shock. "Says the ghost hunter to the ghost."

Skulker finally reigned in his flabbergasted state. "You! You're the ha-"

He never got to finish his sentence as a purple ectoblast had gone barreling at his head. "The handsome ghost who's going to help defeat you? Why yes, yes I am."

Another blast of purple came at the net, and Danny was free, gun trained on Skulker's slowly recovering form. He raised an eyebrow to Michael. "Handsome?"

The ghost shrugged, "Do you deny it?"

Danny thought about it, shrugging. It's not like he was hard to look at, even for a ghost. Although he really shouldn't have been looking at all, seeing as he was a ghost. "Yeah, I mean, I guess you don't look that bad, for someone who probably lived through the 80s."

Michael scoffed, "How dare you! It's the clothes, isn't it?" He threw his head back rather snootily, "Well, excuse me for having reasons to wear this atrocious clothing!"

Danny chuckled, keeping his aim steady. "We can talk about your terrible fashion when the ghost is down. Come on."

Skulker rose with a snarl at Michael. "You're going to pay for that, whelp!"

Michael gave Skulker a rather offended expression. "Did you hear that, Danny? He called me a whelp!"

Danny nodded, "I did indeed." The two slowly separated, walking to either side of Skulker, but not within grabbing range.

"Honestly, I can't believe it." Skulker turned completely to Michael, and Danny readied his gun. "I mean, for him to call me a whelp? What about himself? With that giant metal suit, do you think he's compensating for something?"

As Skulker was about to shout at the dead teen that he wasn't, he was blasted forward from behind. He turned around to see Danny holding his gun at his side, the tip still smoking. Danny smirked. "Oh, definitely. With all those weapons, how could he not be? Unless he's trying to impress someone."

Skulker scowled as Michael laughed, "Is that why you carry so much ghost equipment? I'm afraid I don't feel the same!"

The mecha watched as Danny dramatically sighed. "Oh no! He doesn't care for me! What ever shall I do?" Skulker was getting fed up with these charades. And when a blast once again hit his back, he clenched his fist, calling forth the weapons from his back. Unfortunately, they didn't obey.

"What- What did you do?!"

Michael snickered. "Oh, nothing much." Small flames appeared in his grey hand. "It's amazing what fire does to technology."

Skulker was about to just leap forward and strangle the dead teen, when the head of the mecha suit was snatched off by a running Danny. "Got it! Ew, there's green goop in it. You're a ghost, you take care of it!"

Michael sighed, "I think that green goop is a ghost." He picked the ghost up by the feet, ignoring the curses it was screaming at them. "If you would."

Danny obligingly retrieved the Thermos, capturing a tiny Skulker. He grinned at Michael. "Not too bad, Mikey. That whole distract attack thing works good!"

"Well."

"Well what?" Seeing Michael's sigh, he chuckled. But really, it did seem to work well for them. As proven in two fights, now. And it worked with almost the same efficiency with Andrew, if the dodgeball game counted. Andrew! Oh, his friends were still at the Nasty Burger! He quickly picked up his things, "See ya, Mikey!"

With a backwards wave, he ran back to the Nasty Burger only for Sam and Tucker to tell him that Andrew had gone home. His face fell a bit at that, but he smiled. At least he could hang with his other two friends for the rest of the day. And Andrew was probably alright. Everything was fine.