EPISODE ONE Mystery Meat pt. 3

We were flying and he looked really tired. I wasn't really an expert on ghost physiology, but phasing us through the walls all the time probably took a lot out of him. "Gee, Danny. Fighting meat-monsters, flying through walls. You must be exhausted." 
"What? Of course not. What would...*inhales*give you that idea." His eyes shut, and we fell out of the sky. Asleep, Danny reverted to his plain-old self. After checking that Danny and  I had no new bruises, me and Tucker exchanged a look that said "Yep. He's exhausted." Me and Tucker silently picked our sleeping companion up and proceeded to carry him home.
"So... are you still mad about"
"What do you think!?" I shot him an infuriated glare.Tucker knew to keep his mouth shut this time around. We'd been friends for a while, but that connection was hanging by the threads. Danny was usually so good at straightening this kinda stuff out.
When we got to his house, Tucker immediately started covering.
"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton! What a school day! Poor Danny nodded off." I saw Jazz in the kitchen trying to get her hair out of a 'Fenton Ecto-Vacuum' or something. "We figured we'd just carry him all the way home and tuck him into bed without any parental interaction whatsoever!" Wow. Tucker should rap. I can talk fast, too, but that kid...doesn't know when to shut it.
"Don't get up! We know where to go! Bye!" We hurried up the stairs and placed him in his bed. I sat in Danny's chair, looking at all of his posters. I didn't want to talk to Tucker without Danny awake for fear that I might personally murder him.


I looked over at Danny. He looked so peaceful... Especially since he didn't snore. I was bored, but that was no reason to risk Tucker's life by talking to him. I was actually considering sleeping, but the one bed was already in use and...that would be weird. Danny opened his eyes slowly. "Aaaah! Ah! W-what's going on?"
"You passed out. We took you home. You've been asleep for four days!" Danny sat up as quickly as he could.
"AH! FOUR DAYS!?" A panicked look came to his eyes. Tucker chuckled.
"Nah. It's only been a couple hours." Danny laid back slowly, now looking panicked at the ceiling. Seriously, Danny was under enough stress. As was I. If they weren't battling evil, I would understand that kind of joking, but here it's uncalled for. I put my hands on my hips, preparing to roast Tuck.
" Knock it off, Tucker! You almost killed him today! Give the kid a break."()  Tucker looked confused.
"ME!? I almost got him killed?! The only reason this happened is because you had to be unique. You had to take the meat away!" I crossed my arms and turned the other way. Danny looked like he was about to interject..."And I'm going to get it back!" Tuck said as he walked out the door. Oh, it's on.
"You wanna change that menu back?" I ran out the door after him, slamming it behind me. "YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME TO DO IT!" I rushed home and called just about everyone I knew. We were going to protest.

EPISODE ONE Mystery Meat pt.2

After I managed to escape Tucker's meat-fueled rage, I went to all my boring classes. I met up with them in the lunch line and grabbed my tray. When the lunch-lady served Danny, he had a look of confusion. I was hoping he would be more...open-minded than the 'Meat Connoisseur'. "What is this? Grass on a bun?" Danny had barely finished speaking when Tucker leaned toward me, tilted back his head back with agony.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" I smiled.
"Tucker, it's time for a change." I held up my bun and smiled some more.

We found our table empty, as usual. Danny and Tucker both were staring at the perfectly good food on  Danny's spoon. "Don't you think this is a little extreme, Sam?" I smiled again. I seemed to be doing a lot of that today. A hand gently landed on my shoulder. I looked up to see Mr. Lancer.
"Ah, Miss Manson. The school board wanted me to personally thank you for ushering in this welcome experiment to our cafeteria." Tucker opened his eyes widely.
"MEAT.NEAR." Tucker got up and started sniffing the teacher, who probably smelled of sweat and aftershave. If Tucker would just admit that he was part dog already... Sorry. You had to be there.
Mr. Lancer backed away. "No,no. The rumors about the new all-steak buffet in the teacher's lounge," He used a toothpick, "are completely untrue. Thanks again!" He started walking away. Tucker was not happy.
"Yeah, thanks again for making us eat garbage, Sam." His glare intensified.
"It's not garbage! I'ts recyclable organic matter." I stated matter-of-factly and held up my bun. What part of reduce, re-use, recycle didn't they get?
"It's garbage!" Tucker and Danny asserted. That hurt. I didn't give a hoot as to what Tucker thought, but Danny glared, too. I didn't know meat was this important for guys.

Still holding his untouched spoonful, we could see Danny's breath. "Uh, guys? I've got a problem." He'd barely finished his sentence when a handful of delicious recyclo-vegetarian lunch hit the back of his head.
"FEEEENTOOON!" It was Dash. I seriously didn't understand what his problem was with Danny. I mean, did something happen between those two or was Dash a stereotypical jock picking on the unpopular kid? Danny turned his dirty head to face his opponent.
"Make that two problems." Dash walked over to our table with his plate.
"I ordered three mudpies. Do you know what they gave me? Three! mud! pies!" He pointed at his plate angrily."With MUD! FROM THE GROUND! All because of your GIRLFRIEND!" Excuse me?
"She's not my girlfriend!"
"I'm not his girlfriend!" I shot rather quickly. I could only gape as Dash lifted Danny off the ground by his shirt. I wish we didn't have to hide Danny's secret. He could completely cream this guy!
"These are the best years of my life! After high school, it's all downhill for me! How am I supposed to enjoy my glory days eating MUD?" He was right about the downhill part, but wrong about the mud.
"Actually, it's topsoil." He totally didn't care.
"WHATEVER!" He effortlessly threw Danny into our table. I flinched. That looked like it really hurt. Danny hit his head, but I don't think it was very hard.

Dash slid his plate in front of Danny. "Eat it. All of it." Danny grimaced before closing his eyes and slowly lifting the spoon to his mouth. For one, IT WAS JUST FOOD! for two, how could he just sit there and take it like that? His ghost sense went off again which caused him to open his eyes. He followed something with his eyes, but when I turned to look, it was gone. Danny seems to ponder something.

EPISODE ONE Mystery Meat pt. one

"So, Danny. You and your little friends want to hunt ghosts." I still wasn't used to the smell of the ghost lab. It smelled bad, but I didn't point that out. For one, it would be rude. Two, knowing the Fentons, it was probably Ecto-Something or other. Mr. Fenton looked at Danny, who was sitting on my right.
"Ah, a-actually, Dad? I...want to be an astronaut." Huh. I guess that makes sense. He has posters of spacecraft all over his room. Mr.Fenton looked at me, smile vigilant.
"Sorry, Mr.Fenton. I was into ghosts, but they're so mainstream now. They're like cell phones." I mean, people have become slaves to their phones. How come they can't even hold a regular conversation without texting? Smile slightly less vigilant, he turned to Tucker.
"Waste these looks and all this charisma hunting ghosts? Criminal." What was Tucker talking about? That would have to be the biggest lie since...ever! Mr.Fenton barely blinked. He obviously wasn't listening.
"Well, if you do want to hunt ghosts," He said as he turned to the table behind him,"There are a few things you'll need to learn." He started digging through beakers and such.
"Oh-no. This isn't good." It was a light whisper that came from Danny. I could see his breath. I knew what this meant. The Fenton (ecto, probably) Portal's doors slid open and two ... octopus things came out. Like everything ghostly, they were green and had bushy eyebrows. Why the octo-things even had eyebrows was a question.


They were coming toward us, and, by chance, me and tucker were grabbed around the mouth and lifted (ouch). It seems we were always the targets. Danny had never once been targeted by a ghost in the past month.