Even though Randy Cunningham had already been the Ninja for a few months, he still wasn't prepared for he what he saw upon entering the gym that day, nor could he have known that he was about to become part of something so much bigger than himself.

"Ghosts!" He'd heard the students yelling from the hallway, if you can believe it. But Randy didn't believe it, so he was completely caught off guard when he opened the doors and saw…

"Ghosts? Actual ghosts? Here?! Oh this is sooo bruce!"

Too caught up in his excitement, Randy failed to notice the ghostly fist flying towards him until it was too late.

"Oww, okay, ghosts are jerks," Randy said as he rebounded off the bleachers, "but two can play that game, NINJA FLIP!"

Jumping off of the basketball goal, Randy ran full speed towards the ghost with his sword drawn.

"NINJA SLICE!" He yelled as he came crashing down with the intent to cut the specter in half. Unfortunately, his attempt was only met with him passing through the ghost's form and slamming into the hard linoleum of the gym floor.

Turning, the ghost roared and came charging towards Randy, ignoring the screams of the other students as it charged the ninja.

"Okay," Randy thought as he relaxed his stance "I can't touch you… but, that means you shouldn't be able to-"

Randy was cut off by an invisible weight slamming into him and pinning him against the wall.

"Got it, you can do whatever you want, noted."

With another roar, the ghost threw the ninja out the gym window, and then phased through the floor, uninterested in the students it had long since determined useless.

Just as Randy though the day couldn't get any worse, he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ear, Heidi.

"W-T-juice. The ninja totally just got his butt kicked by that ghost! Is Morrisville High's protector not up to the job anymore? Let's see if we can get an interview with-"

"Oh I am so not in the mood for this." Randy mumbled as she held the microphone to his face. "SMOKE BOMB!"

~Later~

"Cunningham, what the heck was that? That ghost made you look like a total shoob in there!"

"Gee, Howard, I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"Sorry, but I mean come on, you didn't even touch the guy…err…thing, before it beat the snot of you."

"Hey, when you wanna be the ninja and get face-wrecked by monsters all day then let me know but until then I have bigger problems on my hands than losing a fight."

"Like beating level 206 of Gravepuncher 5?"

"No, like trying to figure out what that ghost-thing wanted. I don't think it wanted to fight, so it may have been looking for something hidden in the school."

"Cunningham, you think too much, that freak probably just wanted to pound you a little then got bored when he saw how much you sucked."

"Again, thanks for that, you're a great friend, Howard."

"Yeah," Howard said as they walked into the cafeteria, "I know."

Once they had reached their table, Randy pulled out the Ninjanomicon.

"Aww no, not that thing! C'mon, Cunningham, it's taco Tuesday. TACO. TUESDAY!"

"Howard, it's my job as the ninja to fight evil…and score some honkin' bruce payback while I'm at it. Besides, I'll be in and out in no time, so save me a taco."

Without giving Howard the chance to respond, Randy opened the nomicon and was whisked away to the world inside.

"Alright nomicon, whadya got on ghosts?"

The doors of the dead can open at a gasp. To defeat death you must befriend it.

"Seriously?" Randy whispered as he was mentally thrown from the nomicon. "That's it? Man, that's wonk."

Just as he was about to slam the book closed in frustration, one of the blank pages began glowing radioactive green.

"Cunningham," Howard yelled as the book began levitating and glowing even brighter, "What the juice did you do this time?"

"I don't know! All I did was ask about ghosts and then it said something about the 'doors of death' and-"

Randy was cut off as a beam of green energy tore through the cafeteria, blinding the student's enough so that no one saw exactly what happened next.

However, when the light stopped, everyone was aware of the boy standing in the middle of the room.

"Dude, that hair…"

"Whoa, those eyes…"

"Seriously? That outfit?"

It was obvious that the kid wasn't just another student, but his semi-transparent body confirmed what Randy had suspected he was.

"Great, more ghosts."

"Uh…hi?" Danny said as he waved to the students gawking at him, "You guys wouldn't happen to have seen a ghost around here have you?"

They all pointed to him.

Danny sighed. "I meant a different ghost."

As if on cue, the other ghost tore through the cafeteria, once again ignoring the students in favor of going through the floor.

"Never mind, I got this one. Oh, and thanks for not screaming." Danny called as he took off through the concrete floor. Unfortunately, the students started as soon as he was gone