Jack peeked out from the vase he had been hiding behind and looked in annoyance at the device in his hand. He adjusted the antennas on the beeping gray box and pointed it to his prey. Though Jack's large form was quite poorly hidden, Bertrand did not notice him. His back was turned to the vase as he continued to prepare lunch in the kitchen.

"I don't understand," Jack muttered to himself, "First the Ghost Gabber didn't work and now the Fenton Finder's not working. He must be interfering with the signals somehow."

Jazz stood in the doorway and sighed. She loved her father, she really did and was eternally grateful for all for her and Dani. But the man was a complete idiot. While he was focusing on the poor butler, the real villain was standing right there underneath Jack's nose without him even realizing it.

Her father was right about one thing, though. That book was paranormal. Jazz and Dani both didn't believe that it was recipe book, but before they were able to take a closer look at it, Mrs. Masters had snatched it away and taken it to her room where she was currently residing at this moment. Whether or not Mrs. Masters had anything to do with Ms. Manson's disappearance, Jazz wasn't sure. But she was sure Mrs. Masters was not from this world. And right now, the only clue that they had was that book. But how could Jazz get her hands on it?

"There's got to be some way," she mumbled.

"You're right, Jazzy-pants," Jack answered, stroking his chin in thought, "There has to be some way to prove that he's a ghost. But how? Eureka!"

He snapped his fingers as a huge grin spread across his face. He reached into his bag and pulled out a metal box with two cylinders sticking out on either end. Glowing green buttons and lights covered the object as well as its handle and what looked like a trigger on the bottom.

"The Fenton Bazooka ought to make him show his true form! And as soon as I weaken him, I can suck him inside the Fenton Ghost Weasel!"

He pulled out another gray box with glowing green buttons. This one, however, had a dial on its side and a hose attached to the front.

"What's going on?"

Bertrand noticed the commotion behind him and looked in shock as he found himself at the front end of the Bazooka.

"Eat Ecto-plasm, ghost scum!"

"Penelo-!"

A loud BANG from the Bazooka interrupted him as glowing green goop covered him in head to toe. Before he could try to shake it off of him, Jack fired his weapon again, causing Bertrand to fall to the ground in another coat of goop.

"What is going on here!"

Jazz turned around. The noise her father and the butler were making attracted the attention of everybody in the house. In front of the crowd stood Mrs. Masters assuming her usual hands-on-her-hips position that she used especially for Jack.

"Don't worry, ma'am!" Jack turned around and saluted her, "Your ghost problem is almost over!"

"For the thousandth time, you idiot!" Bertrand shouted as he stood up still covered in slime, "I am not a ghost!"

"That's exactly what a ghost would say!"

"My butler is not a ghost!" Mrs. Masters screamed marching up to Jack.

"There's no need to be afraid anymore, ma'am!" he ignored her, "I managed to weaken him with the Fenton Bazooka! Now all I have to do is suck him the Fenton Ghost Weasel!"

"What!" cried Bertrand.

"The Fenton Bazooka?" Mrs. Masters asked crossly.

"Yes, ma'am! It shoots out Ecto-plasm and weakens any type of paranormal spooks!"

"Any type you say, dearie?" Ida picked up the weapon that Jack had dropped and turned to Pamela, "Now hold still, dearie!"

"Don't you dare, you stupid-!"

BANG! Ida had already covered her daughter-in-law in goop. With a wicked chuckle, she aimed the Bazooka again. Pamela ran with Ida chasing her, which Jazz thought was quite fast for an old woman in a wheelchair.

"Jeremey!" BANG! "Don't just stand there!" BANG! "Do something!"

But Jeremy just stood there and stared. Meanwhile, Jack had already turned on the Weasel. It let out a loud whining whir, nearly deafening everyone around it. He immediatly started chasing after Bertrand. Mrs. Masters chased after Jack attempting, and failing, to snatch the Weasel away from him.

"Penelope!"

"Get back here, ghost scum!"

"Bertrand is not a ghost!"

Jazz saw Dani standing and staring at all the chaos and walked up next to her.

"You know, Dani, this would be the perfect time to get a look at that book."

"Jazz," she said sternly, "I already told you-!"

"You remember all those crazy ideas you had when we were kids? Remember how they all got us into trouble?"

"Well, yeah. But, you didn't have to go along with them."

"True. But I did anyways. And now, it's your turn to go along with my crazy idea. You owe me."

Dani folded her arms and glared at Jazz before finally growling, "Fine."

They were about to leave when Jazz noticed her father had left his Finder on the ground. She picked it up and took it with her. Might as well make sure that book actually was paranormal first. While everyone was still running around screaming and shooting Ecto-plasm at each other, Jazz and Dani snuck out of the kitchen and quickly ran upstairs. Dani led the way to Mrs. Masters room and turned the handle. Thankfully, it wasn't locked. She must have forgotten it in her haste to see what sort of trouble Jack was causing now. Dani opened the door and the girls crept inside.

"Okay," Jazz took out the Finder, "I'll take a look at the book. You stand guard."

"What if we get caught?" Dani looked nervously out the door.

"Dani, this is really unlike you. You usually jump at the chance of getting into trouble."

"Yeah, well," Dani snapped, "Forgive me for not being enthusiastic after all that's happened!"

"Look," Jazz reached out and touched Dani's shoulder in sympathy, "I know this is hard. It's hard for me, too. But we have to do this. We have to figure out what Penelope really is."

"I'm perfectly happy not getting myself involved," she growled.

"No, this isn't for us. It's for everyone else. For her victims. And her future victims. We have to stop her. Alright?"

Dani didn't answer. She stared at the floor for a few seconds with tears threatening to fall. She turned towards the door and sighed in frustration. Jazz took that as a sign of assent and looked at her finder. It beeped and shrilled until finally its dish-like antenna pointed to the dresser at the left.

"Paranormal object identified," a mechanical voice said, "Proceed to the left."

Jazz approached the dresser. Lo and behold, there was the book sitting right there in the center. She placed the Finder on the jewlery box behind the book, ignoring as the mechanical voice continued.

"Paranormal object identified. Paranormal object identified."

"Will you turn that off?" Dani turned to her, "We're going to get caught."

Jazz highly doubted anyone would be able to hear it amongst the screaming that still continued from downstairs, but nevertheless, she turned it off. Better safe than sorry. She looked back at the book. Carefully, she opened its tattered cover and turned through the yellow pages. She didn't see any recipes, which really wasn't much of a surprise. What did surprise her, however, was that the book wasn't written in English. It wasn't in French, either. Or German, or even Latin. In fact, Jazz was quite certain it wasn't written in any sort of human language at all. As she turned the pages, she noticed that some of them had drawings on them. Most of the drawings were either of some bizarre diagram or symbol. The others were of bizarre creatures that she had never seen before. Not from this world, anyway.

"Hurry up!" Dani hissed in panic from her spot at the door, "They're coming upstairs!"

Jazz slammed the book shut, picked up her Finder, and snuck out of the room right behind Dani. The quickly dived into an adjacent hallway as they heard the chaos come upstairs.

"Penelope!" Bertrand screamed, covered in even more green slime than before. Either he was unaware or didn't care that he was trailing it behind him.

"I'll get you, Ecto-scum!" Jack slipped on the slime as he came upstairs. He quickly got back, still carrying the whirring Weasel and continued to threaten the butler, "And when I do, I'll tear you molecule by molecule!"

"I'm not a ghost, you moron!"

"That's exactly what a ghost would say! You don't fool me, ghost-scum!"

"Penelope!"

Mrs. Masters raced up the stairs after Jack and slipped in the slime herself. She tried to get back up, but fell again. While she was busy, Jazz and Dani ran down the stairs.

"Well?" Dani asked, "Find anything?"

"Get away from me, you insane old termite!"

They reached down the stairs to find Ida was still having fun with Pamela and the Bazooka. They watched the old woman cackling madly right behind the now green slimed Pamela. Jazz let out a sigh.

"I'll tell you later."