Sort of sequel to chapter 51.
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"Run that by us again," said Tucker.
Danny's core whined in frustration as he prepared to go through the whole, stupid charade. Again.
First, he pointed at his ruined bandages.
"Do you want us to help you with those?" asked Sam, concerned.
Danny made a slashing gesture through the air, since shaking his head was currently a no-go.
"Karate?" suggested Tucker.
Danny clicked his tongue and pretended to wash his hands.
"You're anxious?"
Danny glared and crossed his arms that would hopefully be more understandable as a 'no.'
"Dissapointed parents?"
Apparently not.
He mimed writing. Again. The first time was what had gotten him into this charade mess, but maybe Sam could help now that she was here.
"A perscription?"
"He's asking for something to write on, you weirdo. I'm sorry, Danny. I left my backpack back in the classroom, and I think Tucker's PDA got fried by Technus."
Of course. Danny couldn't help the way his face crumpled.
"Hey, it's okay. We can work this out."
"Yeah," said Tucker. "Just start from the top."
Fine. Danny gestured over his shoulder.
"Throw it out?" guessed Tucker.
"Back? Back there?"
Danny pointed at Sam and kept going, trying to act out the incident.
"Okay, yeah, you've lost me. What was this?" She inexpertly tried to replicate the outline of Dash he'd made with his hands.
That was it. After this, he was going to learn sign language, even if it double (triple?) killed him.
But for now...
Danny grabbed Tucker's wrist and tugged him down the hallway to the bathroom and threw open the door.
Tucker squeaked. "Why didn't you tell us Dash was passed out in the bathr- Oh. Yeah."
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Following the Dash-passed-out-in-the-bathroom incident, Jazz and his friends more or less bullied Danny into letting them take care of smaller ghosts.
Of course, Danny was still the only one who could detect ghosts. (No, the Fenton Finder, which even now only found him, Danny Fenton, with any consistency did not count, Jazz.)
He jogged up to Jazz and tugged on her sleeve. She turned away from the poster she was tacking to the bulletin board.
"What is it?"
Danny made 'spooky' hands.
"Jazz hands? Sparkles?"
Why did everyone suck at charades so much? He glared.
"Oh! A ghost. Where? What kind?"
He brought up his hands and made a twisting motion.
"They tried to strangle you! That's terrible. Where is it?"
That's what Danny was trying to tell her. He made the twisting motion again, then pointed to the front of the school.
"Wait... it's on the road?"
Not exactly, but close enough. He held up eight fingers.
"Eight ghosts on the road? I'm not my way!"
Danny refrained from sighing.
Later, when Danny saw Jazz again, she patted him on the shoulder and said, very seriously, "I think you should carry around a pad of paper from now on. I did not get 'Mr. Lancer's car is infested with ectopi' from that."
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Danny rushed into Sam's room, phasing through the wall and started flailing his hands. She, surprised, pulled off her headphones.
"You're so lucky I'm already dressed and you're already dead... wait, slow down, jeez, I can't make out anything, unless you're trying to tell me everything is on fire."
Beyond exasperated, Danny picked up Sam and phased her through the roof.
"OH MY GOD, EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE."
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"This video is part of a series on sign language! Today's video is about finger spelling! Follow along with me as we go through the alphabet!"