Danny Phatom Season 2 Reverse Trio Au

Kindred Spirits

Opens on a black screen.

Spectra (offscreen): File 10-4-O-6-VM. (A clip of Valerie and Danny fighting plays) Stop. (The video pauses) Analysis. (Cut to Spectra watching a screen) File 1-O-4-O-6-VX. Stop. Analysis. File 18-74-MI. Analysis. File 24-16-SM. Stop. File 32-99-IM. Stop. Analysis. Conclusion?

Hologram: I'm sorry. Inconclusive data. Experiment cannot be completed without mid-morph sample.

Spectra: Bah! The equipment Valerie fights ghosts with is very interesting since I could and have been monitoring Samantha for months and I'm still missing the one piece I need. (snaps fingers) You know what to do.

Three Sam clones (that don't look like Sam): Yes Mother.

Spectra: Mother. Ha! I do so love that.

Spectra laughs manically.

Theme song plays.

Danny: Ugh darn it.

Tucker: 18th hole Sam. I beat ya here, I win. (Sam growls. Tucker swings and misses. He gasps.)

Danny: That's one. And two. Three. Four. And five. Ha! (Tucker growls)

Sam: Boo.

Tucker: (Screams) Sam knock it off.

Sam: Yeah you were supposed to be here an hour ago. (To Tucker:) By the way, that still counts.

Sam: Uh sorry I was late. But you'll be happy to know that the ghost king won't... be... okay. I overslept.

Danny: It's fine Sam, but you have got to start being more considerate.

Tucker: Yeah, lately you've been treating us like sidekicks instead of friends. And when you get into a fight, we're the ones who take the beating.

Sam: Oh come on. Name one time.

Flashback to fight with Ember at a molasses factory.

Cut to the trio pushing Cujo back into the ghost zone.

Sam: In in in. Get in.

Danny and Tucker groan as Cujo licks them.

Cut to the Lunch Lady about to step on them.

Sam: Lookout!

Danny: I hate this. I hate this a lot.

Sam: Okay, okay I get it. I'll try to be a little more considerate. (Ghost sense goes off) Starting tomorrow.

People scream and run away as a ghost covered in a bedsheet flies about.

Tucker: What kinda ghost haunts a miniature golf course?

Danny: Well, there is a Box Ghost. Obviously all the good haunts have been taken.

Sam: (laughs) Seriously, a bed sheet? What do ya got under there?

Sam pulls off the sheet, revealing a skeleton, and gasps. The clone pins Sam down.

Skeletal clone: Change back.

Sam: What? Get off me! (Destroys the ghost, and most of the golf course, with a massive ghost ray) Gotta get out of here.

Manager: Trashin the golf course, huh?

Tucker: But we didn't do it.

Manager: Really? Anybody else you wanna pin the blame on then?

Danny and Tucker: (Look up and see Sam fly off) No.

Sam: (over the Manson Phones) Guys, I'm sorry. But I stuck around somebody could have figured out my secret identity.