Danny and Tucker were making their way to school. Earlier they had stopped at Sam's house to meet up with her to find out that she'd be staying home sick.
They walked up the steps to the school and headed to Danny's locker. He needed to grab his things for english first period and was hoping they didn't have a quiz. He'd spent all night ghost hunting and when he woke up, everywhere he went felt like a meat locker.
Danny finally got his locker open when Dash Baxter bumped into him, sending him colliding into the lockers in front of him.
"Watch it, Fenton!" Dash yelled at him, laughing with Kwan.
Danny huffed out a sigh and began grabbing the things he needed for class. "Cut it out, Dash. I'm too tired to deal with you today."
"Oh really?" Dash said.
The next thing Danny knew, him and Tucker were being shoved into his locker and the door slammed shut.
They were silent for a few moments before Tucker spoke.
"Fancy seeing you here."
Danny groaned. He had ghost powers. They could out of this in a matter of seconds, but to protect his identity he'd have to wait until class started before he could phase them out.
"Dude." Tucker said. "Why do you feel like an ice cube?"
"I don't know. I haven't been able to get warm since I woke up this morning."
The minutes ticked by and Danny's shivering increased. His back hurt from his spasming muscles and the position he was in inside the small locker.
Soon enough, the late bell rang and the footsteps of student's faded as they made their way into classrooms.
"Okay, Tuck I think we're good." Danny grabbed Tucker's arm and tried to go intangible. But it didn't work. He kept trying but all he could feel in his core was a block of ice and not the familiar energy he usually pulled from.
"Uh, Tucker?" Danny said hesitantly.
"Yeah man?"
"I can't go intangible."
The silence after that statement was palpable as they realized the weight of the situation.
After a moment, Danny felt Tucker shiver in front of him.
"Am I making you cold?" Danny asked worriedly.
"Nah. It-t's not-t that b-bad." Tucker said as his teeth chattered.
Danny gave Tucker a look that called B.S..
"Okay, okay. You feel like a freezer."
"Can you reach your P.D.A.? Maybe you can send Jazz a message or something." Even though Jazz was overbearing and protective, she was their best bet with Sam being home sick.
"No. It's in the pocket that your leg is smashed against and I can't move my arms very much."
Danny sighed. "I guess we'll have to try and wait it out then."
Soon the bell ending first period rang and people could be heard milling about it the hallway. Frost had crept it's way onto the locker and along Tucker's clothing. Both their teeth were chattering and they were shivering from whatever was going on with Danny.
As time ticked on, Danny got more worried about Tucker. He didn't know at what point Tucker would get hypothermia from this but that must be the direction they were headed in.
As Danny's thoughts carried on in this direction, he could hear someone in front of his locker. Soon enough, he could see Sam, in all of her raggedy sickness, and Jazz standing there before them. Jazz pulled them out, sending them tumbling across the floor.
Tucker scooted away from Danny, blowing air into his hands and rubbing his arms, trying to get warm.
"Danny's the north pole guys. I'm freezing!"
Danny stood up, also rubbing his arms and shivering. "At least the cold isn't coming from inside you!"
"What?" Sam exclaimed. "We should go talk to Frostbite, see if he knows anything."
Danny nodded as Tucker stood up.
Soon they were walking out of the school, heading to the ghost zone to seek the help of their friend from the Far Frozen.