"Well, well, well…" Winterburg chuckled, floating over to look right in Lancer's face, "If it ain't Slade Lancer. How's it goin', pal? How long's it been? A year, maybe? What was our last moment together? Let me think…oh, yeah, that's right, I remember! My class and I beat the stuffing out of you at the day before Thanksgiving break freshman class competitions!"

"Danny, Sam, head outside," Lancer said, not taking his eyes away from Winterburg's, "This is between the two of us."

"But Mr. Lancer…" Danny began.

"Now," there was no way to argue. Sam ran over, helped Danny to his feet, and they headed down the hallway. Once they had rounded the corner, however, they stopped and held back, listening in on the conversation.

"For your information, Winterburg," Lancer was making his comeback, "My class far surpassed yours where it counted throughout the year. And you know good and well you tripped my students in that final event!"

"Come on, Lancer," the ghost was using a mock-innocent voice, "Why would I trip kids?"

"You always cheated. You always bent the rules. It all goes back to that day in the parking lot!"

"On that last point I could not agree more," Winterburg's tone now became as harsh as Lancer's, "I've never let your little snitch act slide, and I'm not about to! Noticed anything odd around here lately?"

"I saw you in the act, Ron," Lancer said, "And I know you well enough to catch on to your scheme. Well it didn't work! Ishiyama never had time to sack me! There was some other mist that went through here!" Danny suddenly realised how close his going back into human form and Lancer's arrival were in time. A bit too close.

"Did he see anything?" he asked Sam. She shook her head.

"Yeah, well…" they heard Winterburg go on, "When she comes back you'll be dead. Literally!"

"It's time to end this, Winterburg!" Lancer said, "Enough is enough!"

"My thoughts exactly!" the ghost retorted.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh yeah?"

"YES!" Winterburg suddenly sent out a wave of spectral energy, knocking Lancer into a locker so hard the door bent behind him. Danny immediately readied himself to go ghost, but Sam held him back.

"Danny, wait," she said quickly.

"We have to do something," he muttered back, "Lancer's gonna get killed!"

"I have an idea," she said, "Come on," she headed down the hall. With one look back at Lancer and Winterburg, Danny followed. Neither Lancer nor Winterburg heard them at all. Lancer pulled himself from the locker and fell to his knees while Winterburg charged up an energy blast. He sent it flying, but Lancer pulled back and, in an amazing display of manoeuvrability considering what his appearance suggested of his shape, made several flips down the hall and landed up on his feet.

"I've still got it!" he shouted. He began remembering several times when he'd used that move while cheerleading when Winterburg rammed into him, knocking him back several feet. Lancer quickly got to his feet, dodged a few energy blasts, and headed down the hallway.

"Runnin' to the man again, Lancer?" Winterburg called after him, "You don't have a man left to run to!" with a maniacal laugh, the ghost went after his prey. As he flew, a bucket went through his head. It didn't hurt, but he did stop and look around. Lancer had managed to open a janitor's closet and was standing outside the doorway, waving a mop around like a bo staff or sword. Halfway through his routine, he dropped it.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding!" Winterburg laughed before his eyes went red and he sent out another wave of spectral energy, knocking Lancer into the closet. The shelves and the cart that had held the mop all collapsed on him and caught his foot, making it impossible for him to stand up or get out. He was trapped.

"This is it!" Winterburg laughed, charging up another energy blast, "This is the end! You're through, Lancer! I will have my ultimate revenge!" he raised his hands above his head, and Lancer closed his eyes and waited for the strike. But none came. A football had flown through Winterburg's head, and he'd begun looking for the origin. Sam was standing in the hallway, her hands on her hips and a mocking smile on her face. The Fenton Thermos was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, look!" she said, in a voice as mocking as her grin, "It's Winter-burg! The football star! The gym teacher! Let's see some of your moves!"

"Watch yourself, girl," Winterburg frowned, "I'm busy."

"What's the matter?" Sam kept up the mocking voice, "Is the gym teacher scared of taking on a girl?"

"You'd better watch yourself, missy…"

"Ooh, I'm soooooooo scared! What's the ghost going to do about it? Float around until I die of boredom?"

"That's it!" Winterburg lost it, "That's it, missy! Lancer can wait! This calls for immediate action! You're goin' down!"

"You'll have to catch me first!" Sam took off down the hall. Winterburg charged after her like a bull in a china shop. Sam was pretty fast, but he could fly quick enough to keep up. She kept going, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and faced the ghost, her arms crossed and the mocking grin still on her face.

"Well, missy," Winterburg gasped, "Any last words before I fry ya' and finish my business with your teacher!?"

"How 'bout I finish it for you!?" a voice shouted. An ectoplasmic energy blast nailed Winterburg right in the face, knocking him up against the wall. Danny ripped the Fenton Thermos from his back and opened it up. With a final scream, Winterburg was sucked inside. Danny changed back to human form and dropped to the ground. Lancer came running towards them, the cart caught in his pants and dragging behind him.

"What happened!?" he gasped. Danny held up the thermos.

"My parents have their moments," he said, remembering the first time he used the device in his hand.

"LANCER!" a harsh voice called behind them. Principal Ishiyama had returned to the school, trembling with rage.

"Not to worry, Ms. Ishiyama," Lancer said, "Everything's been taken care of."

"I'll say it has!" she spat, "Clear out your desk and be out of here by the time the bell rings! You've lost control of everything! Your class, the school, and your mind! Get out of here!"

"Hold it, Principal Ishiyama!" Danny said defiantly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fenton. You and Ms. Manson are…"

"If it was all Lancer's fault these things happened," Sam interrupted, "Then why were you one of the people who went running out of the school?"

"Um…"

"And why were the other teachers acting as crazy as the students?" Danny added.

"Well, I…"

"And why didn't you do anything to stop them?" Sam finished. The principal had no answers.

"Well…I've got to do something! The school district's convinced it's Lancer and you have to admit that all these things are happening around him…"

"I think my parents can answer that," Danny tossed her the thermos. It read OCCUPIED on the slot that told that information, "Have them look over this thermos. The ghost of Coach Winterburg's in there. He caused everything."

"You expect me to believe that!?" Ishiyama spat.

"Call up my parents," Danny said again, "Look up 'FentonWorks' in the phone book."

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Danny, Sam and Lancer waited outside Principal Ishiyama's office. She'd been talked into calling up the Fentons and describing everything that had gone on over the past few days. Danny and Sam stood calmly up against the wall; Lancer was pacing up and down nervously, occasionally stopping to bite his nails. Finally the door opened and the principal walked out. Lancer went as stiff as a board, sweating furiously. Ishiyama sighed.

"Well?" Sam asked.

"I don't have a choice…" the principal sighed again, "…but to accept the facts. There's a ghost in this thing," she tossed the thermos back to Danny, "and Lancer's innocent. You're back to both your jobs," Lancer just stared at her for a moment. Then, suddenly, as if breaking free of chains, he shot up into the air threw his arms and legs out.

"YES!" he shouted, "No one manages to remove me from my teaching career! No one! Not to me! Slade Lancer!" he now noticed the stairs he was getting from Ishiyama, Danny, and Sam.

"Yes. Well," he coughed, "Thank you, Ms. Ishiyama."

"But I can't go to the school district with this story," the principal added, "Not even professional ghost-hunters will convince them about this! Someone here has to get punished! The students need to…"

"Hey!" Danny and Sam protested.

"Just have my parents talk to them," Danny said, "I'm sure they'll…"

"No, I'm afraid Ms. Ishiyama's right," Lancer said simply, "This has to go on the students. Though I think Mr. Fenton and Ms. Manson should be free of punishment. After all, they were the ones who caught Winterburg and the only ones not to fall under his spell."

"Fine," Ishiyama sighed once more, "I'll leave you to the punishments. I ordered the students to stay outside until I settled this, they're waiting for you. I need an aspirin," she headed towards the nurse's office. Lancer now turned his attention to Danny and Sam.

"I've been wondering," he said, "How did you two manage to throw off ol' Winterburg's spell?"

"The Fenton Phones," Danny took the one he still had out of his ear, "They filter out spectral noises. I must have lost my other one somewhere," he added as a cover, in case Lancer had noticed he was missing one.

"I see. Well, I can't tell you two how grateful I am for all your help and support," Lancer smiled, "But don't think that means I won't be keeping an eye on you," he added, raising an eyebrow.

"Right," Danny said. Both he and Sam returned the smile, "And Tucker was trying to get one of these Fenton Phones in when the spell overtook our class and he did try to throw it off. You think he could also not get in trouble?" as if on cue for a play, Tucker ran up to them, armed with the Fenton Fisher, Ghost Gabber, one of the spare thermoses, and Fenton Foamers.

"Where's the ghost!?" he demanded, his eyes darting all over the place.

"Taken care of," Danny said. Tucker now dropped all the weapons and suddenly became nervous.

"Yeah. Say, Mr. Lancer…" he laughed, "I was trying to throw of the spell…and you know I tried to get back to the school, but…"

"Don't worry, Mr. Foley," Lancer held up a hand to silence him, "You're fine. Head down to my classroom and finish reading through the story. Hand in your notes to me when I come by to dismiss you," he now turned to Danny and Sam, "You two lovebirds can…"

"WE'RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!" they shouted in unison. How, after everything that had happened today, could someone think of that now!?

"Psyche!" Lancer laughed, "You two can just wait in my office while I deal with your fellow classmates."

"What're you gonna do to them?" Sam asked. Lancer's grin became unusually sly.

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The entire student body (save Danny, Sam and Tucker) was assembled out in the football field. Most people served as the audience. The freshman football team stood confused in the field, and the cheerleading squad was with Lancer off to the side.

"As you know," Lancer was saying, "The state championship of my junior year was one of the most disastrous defeats in Casper High history. As punishment for all the insanity of today, well will be re-performing that infamous day. The freshman class will serve as the Ravens, the seniors as the Garlic Cloves, and the cheerleading squad will be led by me," everyone reluctantly took up their positions. Lancer grabbed a set of pom-poms.

"Let the reinactment begin!" he declared. Dash and his friends looked out across the field. The senior team was charging towards them. They barely had time to scream before they were crushed under the weight of the opposing team.