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There's a wide grin on Dani's face as she and Enzo - both in ghost mode and both invisible - pass through her door and into Amity Park.

(There's also a flock of butterflies loose in her stomach, but we won't talk about them)

"Well, here we are!" she exclaims quietly. "Welcome to Amity Park!"

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Danny's too tall for Dani to risk jumping up and kissing him on the cheek without dumping the bags everywhere. So she settles for beaming up at him.

"We really appreciate this, Danny. Really." And then she looks over at Enzo as if to say, Back me up here!

"Totally," Enzo agrees.

One of his hands is occupied with towing a squarish suitcase on wheels, large enough to accommodate his new wardrobe. The other is occupied with one of Dani's. This absolutely counts as having his hands full.

Jazz looks over at her brother and merely grins. She knows he's not that put out; he'd do practically anything for Danielle.

Whether this counts as selfishness is a question for the philosophers.

Danny mumbles something which, indeed, does not sound overly upset, but raises his voice to add, "Can't we at least put some of this stuff in the suitcase?"

"Probably."

Sure, it takes away from the fun of 'Danny the Pack Mule', but she's starting to get the feeling that if this game goes on for much longer, Danny won't be so generous with his time in the future.

"Yeah, okay," says Enzo, thinking much the same. They've had their fun, anyway. He relinquishes Dani's hand and bends to unzip the suitcase...

"BEWARE!!!"

Dani facepalms.

"Oh crap, why him and why now?"

Danny, simultaneously, demands: "You again? What is this, the fourth time this week?"

Jazz, meanwhile, does the sensible thing and gets the hell out of the way.

Out of the Box Ghost's way, or Danny's?

Enzo stares. "Wait a nano... is this...?"

"I am the BOX GHOOOOOST!" Well, that answers that. "Tremble, puny human child!"

...

"Why aren't you trembling?"

Dani nods, but doesn't go ghost; she's following Danny's lead on this one.

"It is."

"He's not trembling because you're mental! I am so sick of fighting this guy," he mutters.

Enzo, who is now shaking with suppressed laughter, shoots Dani a sidelong glance.

Shall we?

"Ha! That was trembling, wasn't it? See," he says smugly to Danny, "I'm fearsome."

"Wait for it..." Enzo's girlfriend whispers.

In a louder tone she counters, "Fearsome? More like pathetic; he was laughing, not trembling."

"I am not pathetic! I am the Box Ghooooost!"

He raises his hands, and Enzo's suitcase rises into the air. It's fairly large, and semi-hard-sided. Pathetic or not, you'd rather not be smacked upside the head with it, or whatever he has in mind.

Danny sighs and sets down his bags. "Let's make this quick," he says, and transforms.

And Dani is right behind him. "Funny; I don't remember inviting this guy on our shopping trip," she quips.

"Maybe we should've," Enzo declares before going ghost himself. "He needs some new clothes."

The Box Ghost looks startled at the sudden influx of halfas, but recovers his composure, if it can be called that.

"These clothes are very practical!" he declares. "The Box Ghost does not need your fancy jumpsuits! BEWARE!"

And the empty suitcase flings itself over Danny's head.

"Heymph!" Danny falls on his butt before he can think to phase.

"Danny!"

Without hesitation Dani rushes and practically tackles the Box Ghost. No ectoplasmic blasts, just a plain ol' fashioned tackle.

No one messes with her big brother. Not even a ghost this lame.

Enzo watches her admiringly for half a second before he remembers to dive in as well. He flies around behind and delivers a well-trained kick to the small of the Box Ghost's back, simultaneously summoning a ball of magenta energy in one hand in case he gets a clear shot.