Here is chapter three, you guys! I'm super stoaked to be writing this and super sorry to be late, but my weekend was out-the-door busy all the time! Anyway here you go, enjoy!

It seemed like Thursday came in a flash. All anyone could talk about was the trip; what they would see, what they would wear, what they would eat.
But as usual team Phantom was worried about different things...
"I just can't believe no ghosts have shown up since Tuesday! I even took the lock off, and still- nothing! This cannot be good... This cannot be good!" Danny stressed as he paced his room.
Tucker and Sam had already packed their stuff for the trip, but Danny had been more reluctant. Now, the night before the trip he and his friends were helping him cram everything into his bag.
"I'm sure it's fine, Danny," Sam replied, and finally zipped his stuffed book-bag of belongings. "If it isn't than why don't you just go check it out after the trip?"
"Yeah... Alright... That's a good idea, Sammy..." Danny stopped his pace, and tried to breathe.
"Yeah, man! Don't stress; isn't it a GOOD thing that we're leaving on a slow-ghost-week?"
"I guess... Yeah- you know what? You guys are right! If I'm stressing about ghosts not being here, more than I stress about ghosts when they ARE here then I'm just being silly!"
"Exactly!" Tucker and Sam agreed decisively, hoping he'd stop worrying, finally.
Danny smiled, relaxing lightly. "Do you guys want to spend the night here? It's dark and almost city curfew," The halfa questioned, sitting down on his bed.
"Why not?" Tucker smiled, wide and happy.
"Of course," Sam added, and sat down on her own respective bean bag beside Danny's bed.
Danny gave a small smile and fell back into his pillow. "You guys know where the phone and the blankets are."
They rolled their eyes at the suddenly lazy ghost-boy, and went to call their folks and set up their beds.

The next morning, thankfully, wasn't so hectic. They all awoke in decent time, had a nice vegan breakfast, and flew to school undetected.
All the French Students were to go to the Cafeteria instead of home room that day. Danny, although thankful to get out of his classes, was lightly disturbed; who knew his French class was composed of so many people who didn't like him.
If fact the only people who DID like him in the class were Lester and Mikey... And that was only because they didn't really know the trio that well. Other than them there were the girls: Valerie, Ashley, Star, and Paulina. Then the other two boys, Kwan and Dash.
Of course there was Lancer who liked him, too... So that's nice...
In front of them all were the four chaperones: Jeremy and Pamela Manson, and Jack and Maddie Fenton.
Arguing, no doubt.
"We should take the blimp! It's bigger!" Jack growled his defense.
"Yes, it is bigger! That monstrosity is huge! But do you have safety belts?" Pamela criticized.
"Who needs safety belts in a blimp?!" Maddie countered, her fiery anger accenting her voice.
"Oh, I don't know; good parents?!" Jeremy yelled. "We should take our private jet."
"-or our private blimp!"

"You pack the hangers?" Danny asked, his jaw slack, and face red.
"Yup. Can I borrow one?" Sam replied, handing him one.
"Sure," Danny began to work on molding his wire hanger into something new.
Tucker just laughed at the embarrassed pair, silently molding hangers into works of art. "Hope you guys are prepared for in-law spats!" he teased.
"Me too..." They sighed in unison.

"Alright then, we'll have a vote! You there, blimp or plane?" Jeremy asked Mikey.
"Um... Blimp?"
"HA! " Jack gloated and Jeremy fumed.
"You, then?" Pamela moodily asked Star.
"Plane!"
Soon everyone was in a voting frenzy: "blimp!" "Blimp!" "Plane" "blimp" "plane!" "Plane."
"Personally," Sam mumbled to Danny while the adults competed for votes," I prefer the blimp."
"Really? I know it's more familiar, but the blimp has me on the run most of the time." Danny replied quietly, "I'd take the jet."
"I thought you said that you had that fixed?"Sam whispered in question, and Danny shook his head.
"No, I said that my parents fixed it," he replied. "I haven't road it since."
"Ooh... But the plane is so loud, and the take off on the blimp is much more smooth," Sam countered.
"When lasers aren't being aimed at you," Danny spoke in a stern monotone.
"Fine. I'll vote blimp, you can vote plane," Sam muttered. Normally they'd agree, but occasionally they parents' involvement would force them to disagree.
"What do you vote, Danny?" Jack gave a sly smile to the Mansons, and then what looked like a pleading look to Danny. His mother gave him a hard look, as well.
"And you, Sammykins?" Jeremy asked in a sugary tone. Pamela gave Sam a warning glare.
"Uhhh..." Danny and Sam shifted.
"Plane, totally!" Sam faked a smile, as she lied.
"You guys know I'd never say no to a ride in the blimp!" Danny smiled widely, but Tucker and Sam could feel what he really meant:
'I could never say no to you... Even if I wanted to'.
"It seems Mr. Tucker Foley is our tie-breaker..." Jeremy summed.
"Well, I know Tuck here know the passcode to our refrigerator in the blimp," Jack tempted.
"But I doubt he knows the names and numbers of all our stewardesses," Jeremy smirked as Tucker's eyes grew huge.
"I'm gonna go with plane!"

sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been really busy, but never stopped thinking about the story, you should know. I hope you liked it... But I'll only ever know if you review!