EPISODE THREE "One of a Kind" pt.1

Sometimes I got a little jealous of Danny's ghost-ness. He pretty much had a ghost radar and he could fly, while we could easily lose a ghost and take much longer to get places. We had trouble following Danny to the warehouse and almost got lost because the GPS on Tucker's scooter wasn't working. When we finally got there, the fight had already started. We tried to hand Danny the Fenton Thermos, but the fight was taken through a wall. We had to weave around through a maze of boxes outside until we could finally hear the individual words they were speaking. "Okay, could we get this over with? I got a test to study for." Yeah, it was getting late. He was never going to be able to bring his grades up at this rate.
"Study? There will be no time to study, when you find yourself crushed beneath the forgotten possessions of..." The ghost paused for a moment, as if reading. "Elliott Kravitz, of Arlington Heights, Illinois!" I noticed how annoying it was that the Box Ghost over-enunciated everything. It was pronounced Illinoi, not Illinoize. Well, in french anyway.

 The stuff I assumed was previously in the box hit the wall with a clatter. "*Sigh!* I don't have time for this! Hey Tucker, lets go!" We found the door to the room and rather epicly kicked the it in. Tucker spun the thermos on his fingertip before popping of the lid.
"Good night, everybody!" He started the beam and Danny threw the Ghost inside. After a rather dramatic 'NOOOOOOOOOOO!' from the ghost, Tucker put the lid back on with a smile. "Perimeter secure."
"Perimeter secure? What are you, a navy SEAL?" Danny landed on the floor beside Tucker and put up his pointer finger.
"Seals. Aquatic mammals that bark. They're...canines, right?" I had already found the page in the textbook.
"Wrong! That's zero for 21." I closed the book with one hand. Tucker started spinning the thermos on his finger again. The poor ghost inside of there was probably not having as much fun as I did on the Zipper.
"I'm no teacher, but I'm guessing that's an F." Danny looked down to the floor for a second.
"Ugh! Come on, you guys! If you're gonna be superhero sidekicks, you're gonna have to be a little more focused." I don't know about Tuck, but I was pretty focused. He pointed at me. "You're supposed to helping me study for the test tomorrow," He floated back over to Tucker and pointed at him. "And you're supposed to be helping me catch these ghosts so I have time to study!" He threw up his arms in panic. Tucker spun the thermos on his finger again. You'd think he'd be good at basketball...
"What? They're all right here." The thermos landed on the ground with a clang. It beeped. Like the beep it makes when you press the release button. Ghosts started flying out at a break-neck pace.
"HA HA! I am the box ghost! You cannot hold me, within the confines of a cylindrical container!" He made a fake cylinder using his hands, then followed the rest of the ghosts through the walls. After they had gone, Tuck held up his PDA.
"That's weird. According to my schedule, we should be done catching ghosts by now." Danny was fairly annoyed before, but now he just glared.

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When we got to school the next day, Danny complained about his sister and the new "Ghost Gabber" his parents invented. "OMIGOSH THEY SAID YES!" Danny always used a nasal tone when impersonating his sister. He put his hands up near his face like an old lady. "Who said yes? The person you asked if you were a conceded snob?" He made an exaggerated frown. "NO. Genius magazine *Scream of joy* bleh bleh blah bleh." After me and Tuck could breathe again, I congratulated Danny.
"Good one, Danny. You're such a funny guy. Good luck on your test!" I headed off to class. I met up with Danny in the library at free period. He hadn't looked at his test yet, not sure why. I think because him and Tucker were joking about their favourite part from Undead Teacher. The jokes were getting really old after the first week, but they just kept going. "Ahem. Speaking of teachers, how did you do?" He looked at the test.
"I got a D?!? *Sigh* All this ghost hunting is taking away from my study time."
"So much for the Fentons being a family of geniuses."
"I can't get a D in biology! My parents will kill me!" He put his head in his hand. Not if I could help it!
"Not if you pull your grade up by doing an extra-credit biology assignment!" I started up Google and searched 'Purple back gorillas' and pulled up the zoo's website. "On this magnificent creature." Danny got up out of his seat to get a better look.

"A purple-back gorilla?" I turned around in my seat to face him.
"Yep. Extremely rare. Only two left. Both male. After this, they're gone forever. Which is why you are going to prove he deserves to be set free!" Danny looked at me with an expression that said "no".
"I don't have time for extra credit! Or your agendas!"
"Actually, you do. You just have to learn how to manage it better. I've decided to become your time-manager. It's the least I could do after Sam made me let all those ghosts out." Oh, yeah. Real suave, basketball boy. This kid just wants to make enemies with me. Par example, the time I almost died of meat-suffocation.
"Ugh, I don't know."
"It'll be my job to keep track of your schedule so you can do your schoolwork and catch all those ghosts that Sam let loose." I clenched my jaw. So that I wouldn't bite off his head.
"Remember what happened when I let you manage the thermos?" Thank you. Tucker just kept going.
"And I've already scheduled remember not to let Tucker handle the thermos." Danny crossed his arms. I continued to glare.
"I suppose we could have a trial period." No. No we can't.
"See? I've also scheduled some zoo time so we can check out that gorilla! Let's go!" Tucker ran out the door, and I followed Danny out.