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"Daniel, it's nice to meet you," Agent Honeydew said, stepping in through the front door and extending her hand. "I'm Agent Honeydew, I'm sure your parents told you that I'm investigating your attacker?"

"Yes, hi," Danny replied, shaking her hand.

"Come inside, have a seat," Jack replied, gesturing to the living room.

"I have some coffee brewing," Maddie offered, pointing to the kitchen. "Did you want a cup?"

"Oh, wouldn't want to impose," Honeydew said with a shake of her head, taking a seat on the couch as directed. "But thank you for the offer."

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know," Maddie replied, taking a seat by her son.

"Thank you again," Honeydew nodded before turning her attention to Danny. "Now, do you prefer Daniel or Danny?"

"Uh, Danny, please," Danny replied.

"Danny it is," Honeydew said, taking out a P-Pad. "Now, in your own words, please describe the events of September 16th at Casper High, as much as you are able."

"Well," Danny began. "We were in the cafeteria eating lunch. Everything was normal until the lunch ladies started freaking out about someone getting their arm chopped off."

"I see," Honeydew said, typing a few things into her pad. "Please continue."

"The cafeteria went insane," Danny continued. "All the students became a mob of panicked and scared people that were running for the exits. Sam, Tucker and I hid beneath the tables to avoid getting trampled."

Honeydew hummed. "That makes sense. What happened next?"

"Then the…thing came out of the kitchen behind the counter," Danny said, shaking his head as his hands started to shake on their own. "Some sort of monster-demonic thing that didn't have skin. Its hands came off of it's arms and it dragged us off to the freezer."

"Came off it's arms?" Honeydew repeated, looking at Danny. "As in, it's hands flew away from the body on its own accord?"

"Yeah," Danny nodded repeatedly.

Honeydew nodded slowly. "I see. Please continue."

"We got dragged into the freezer," Danny said. "I hit my head on one of the shelves there and I didn't wake up until it was all over and the thing was gone."

"You didn't see how the super-criminal was caught or chased off?" Honeydew asked with a frown.

"No," Danny shook his head.

Honeydew looked down at her notes and typed something very slowly and deliberately. "I see. What did you do when you woke up?"

"I left the freezer," Danny replied with a shrug. "Saw the bodies, blood all over the floor. I saw Sam and Tucker in the cafeteria, looking scared out of their minds. They told me the thing got chased off so we just decided to leave and came face-to-face with a wall of police."

Honeydew started to nod, more and more. "Just one final question. Do you have even the faintest idea, by chance, where it may have come from?"

"No," Danny shook his head, perhaps just a little bit more energetically than necessary. "I have no idea where something like a skinless lady with a meat cleaver could possibly come from."

She hummed, typed a few more things and closed her P-Pad. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Fenton. I assure you, you were most helpful. We'll get to the bottom of your school attacker and see that it's…brought to justice, if not simply contained."

"Thank you," Danny breathed out in relief.

"Now, I believe it's time for me to continue my investigation elsewhere," Agent Honeydew said, standing up and reaching into her suit-coat. "Thank you for your time, Danny. Dr. Fenton and…Dr. Fenton, if you need to reach me at all with any information pertinent to the investigation, should you come across anything, please take my card."

Jack accepted it with a nod. "Will do."

"Thank you for looking into this," Maddie said with a smile. "It's good to know that new monsters are handled by Global Security so quickly."

"That is just our job," Honeydew said with a smile. "And we are happy to do it."

They bid her farewell, and she left the house, entering the red convertible she had parked in front of her house and drove off at an easy gait.

Jack shut the door and the entire house breathed a sigh of relief. The tension that had been thick enough to cut with a knife had dissipated.

"Is she gone?" Jasmine called from the top of the stairs.

"Yes, dear," Maddie replied back. "You can come down, now."

"Okay," Jasmine said, quickly coming down. "What happened? Does she suspect anything? Did Danny let anything slip on accident?"

"Jasmine, Jasmine," Maddie rushed to calm her down. "Everything is fine. Danny did excellent. She has no reason to suspect anything from what anyone said."

"You sounded like a panicked, nervous kid," Jack said, facing Danny. "But that's good, because you are a kid recounting the most horrific thing that had ever happened to you. Ever."

"I was terrified of whiffing it," Danny replied, briefly burying his head in his hands. "Glad that's over. You think she'll want to talk to us again?"

"We gave her no reason to think there's anything else to discuss," Maddie answered with a shake of her head. "So, I doubt it. After she's done with her interviews, she will likely head back to Headquarters or whatever with nothing and after a few months of manhunting, the case will go cold."

"So, we won't have to do cook up any other crazy story because we've given her no reason to look into our past misdeeds," Jack replied happily. "Which is good because then the jig would be up."

Jasmine slowly turned to face her father. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well," Jack began, rubbing the back of his head with a nervous smile. "That portal in the basement isn't our first attempt at making one. We put together a smaller, portable prototype in college. Never left any documentation for it but if they asked my old buddy Vlad about it…he might just tell them and then they might get a search warrant."

"Wouldn't a simple background check be enough to tell that you've been buying components for the portal?" Jasmine asked worriedly.

Jack scoffed and waved it off. "Nah. We bought most of the components below-board, especially the thorium for my reactor. No records for the amount of steel we bought exist."

"Okay good," Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief.

"Couldn't you call Vlad, by the way, dear?" Maddie asked with a curious look.

"I don't have his number," Jack shook his head. "I haven't seen him since the accident."

"What accident?" Danny asked with a frown.

"Well, we were creating the portal and we didn't have an ecto-filtrator to keep excess ectoplasm in place," Jack began. "So, when we turned on the portal, ecto-energy shot out of it like a cannon and hit Vlad in the face."

"Wait, he got exposed to ectoplasm?" Danny asked with a frown. "Does that mean that he could be…you know, like me?"

"No," Jack emphatically shook his head. Then he got thoughtful. "Well…no, I don't think so. Only his face was really hit and we never saw his soul leave his body and suck in ectoplasm. He was hospitalized with severe radiation burns and he…well, he yelled at us to get out of his hospital room when we came to see him. I don't blame him."

"Maybe we can find his number?" Maddie asked.

Suddenly, the entire house was filled with the deafening sound of klaxon alarms. The living room turned red in lights and everyone jumped at least a foot in the air.

"Going ghost!" Danny shouted, the white ring separating at his middle and revealing his ghostly form.

"Thermos's are down stairs," Maddie shouted over the alarms. "Everyone to the basement! Now!"

Then, just as suddenly as the alarms started blaring, the alarms ceased, leaving everyone standing up at high alert, looking around bewildered.

"Um…" Danny started, looking around. "I don't feel like there's a ghost around anymore. I…huh. Weird."

"Well, at least we know the security system works," Jack said with an enthusiastic smile.

Maddie tapped her chin with her finger. "I don't like it."

"What do you mean, Madds?" Jack asked with a frown.

"This is the second time that Danny's ghost sense has gone off," Maddie replied, eyes narrowing. "In as many days. Neither time was there even the slightest hint of a ghost attack; it simply left. That either means we're dealing with something that's incredibly shy…or our defenses are being probed."

"I don't like the second one," Jazz added with the shake of her head. "Can it be the first one? Please? Pretty please, Universe, God, anyone that might be listening?"

"You know what they say, Jasmine," Maddie replied with a sigh and a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst."

"I know," Jasmine said, hanging her head in disappointment.

"By the way, Mom?" Danny began. "Do you think I can head over to Sam or Tucker, wherever, just to make sure everything is going alright?"

"Can you hold invisibility that long?" Maddie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yup!" Danny said with a reassuring grin. "I got it, don't worry."

"Hm, how about not this time," Maddie said with the shake of her head. "The ghost might come back while you're gone. If something happens with Sam or Tucker, they will call us and we're doomed whether you're there to witness it or not."

"I…" Danny moved to protest. "Alright, what do you want me to do then?"

"I want you to stay at home and relax," Maddie replied with a slow nod. "We're going to the zoo tomorrow and we'll need you at all your strength if the ghost attacks us there. Do you understand?"

"Alright," Danny said with a nod.

"Good," Maddie nodded.

"Ah, Tucker," Agent Honeydew began, extending a warm hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"Uh, it's," Tucker stopped, extending his hand for an awkward shake. "Nice to meet you. How are you?"

"I'm well, thank you for asking," Agent Honeydew replied.

"Come on in, Agent," Maurice Foley was a short, skinny man, dressed in a white button-up shirt with a blue, sweater-vest over it. His glasses were bigger and thicker than his sons and he often had a cheery, happy smile on his face.

"Yes, please," Angela Foley added, gesturing inside. She was a regular, suburban mom with hair cut at shoulder length, twin earrings with teal orbs hanging from a golden chain. "Anything we can do to help."

Everyone took their seats in the front room, Agent Honeydew sitting on a single-seat chair while the Foley Family all sat together on a three-seat couch.

"Now, Tucker," Honeydew began. "Please recount what happened on September 16th, please don't leave anything out, but take all the time you need."

"Okay," Tucker said, rubbing his hands together. "Someone screamed about one of the lunch ladies losing an arm. Me and my friends, Danny and Sam, you know, we hid under the tables to avoid getting stampeded."

Honeydew simply started to nod her head while Tucker took a breath. His mom placed her hand on his, and his Dad placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Then the…thing. I don't know what to call it, big, skinless thing, grabbed us all and hauled us to the Freezer. Danny got knocked out," Tucker took a deep breath. "Danny hit his head on one of the shelves and passed out and it dragged Sam off to some other part of the freezer. I…decided to do the only logical thing and run."

"You did?" Honeydew asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I did," Tucker nodded rapidly. "But, you know…my friends were in there and I might've been able to, you know, save them? Somehow? So, I went back in."

"You did?" Angela asked with a deep frown.

"Quite brave of you," Honeydew replied with a smile. "But I wouldn't recommend doing that again."

"Yeah, I know," Tucker said with a shake of his head. "So, I went to where Danny was. Danny was just completely out cold. I heard Sam scream and ran over to see if I could help her. I guess the fear melting my brains or something?"

"Don't worry about that," Honeydew said with a kind smile. "Just focus on what happened."

"Okay. Yeah, okay," Tucker nodded quickly. "Um, well…there I saw Sam, pinned to the wall and this superhero fighting the thing. Wearing black and white. Not wearing a mask, but I didn't see his face. Then the cops came in and…"

Honeydew took the pause to type some things into her pad.

Tucker took another big breath. "It was a massacre. The thing threw it's machete and the ovens came to life, chasing them inside. The hero dragged the thing off to another part of the freezer, I didn't see. Two of the…SWAT officers distracted the ovens so the others could pull us out."

He shuddered to himself. "I'm never giving the police crap online again."

Agent Honeydew continued typing. When she finished, she looked at Tucker. "Please, take your time."

"Well, the ovens ate them. I watched the ovens come alive and eat people," Tucker said frankly, his face going a little green. "The SWAT guys moved us out of the freezer, but the ovens chased after them and kept…eating. Then there was one left, he screaming something I couldn't make out, his voice was so hoarse from shouting and the monster came back. He…never stood a chance. The thing just stood over him and started hacking."

Honeydew hummed to herself, low and quiet while Tucker was licking his lips.

Tucker took a deep breath. "And hacking, and hacking…and hacking. Until he was in pieces. Then the hero came back, destroyed the ovens and chased the thing away. A few minutes later…Danny came out of the freezer and we left the cafeteria, met the police."

"And he destroyed all of the ovens?" Honeydew asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Smashed them right up," Tucker nodded.

"Did he use anything like lasers or some similar power?" Honeydew asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh…no. No, he didn't use any laser beams," Tucker replied.

She hummed, then closed her pad. "Thank you for your time, I think I'm done here. Please, take some time, relax."

"Will you need to talk to us again?" Maurice asked as everyone stood up.

"No, I do not believe that I'll need too," Agent Honeydew replied with a nod. "But thank you for the offer. I assure you, we're doing everything we can to bring whatever it is that attacked your son to justice."

"That's the least we can ask for," Angela said with a nod.

Sam was sitting at the edge of her seat at her spot at the expensive, diorama dining table, painted with the scene of a great, verdant valley in the center. Directly across from her was Agent Honeydew, who had rested her P-Pad on the table before her.

To her left was her mother, Pamela Manson a woman with bright red hair and wearing one of the most expensive dresses she had in her closet, a bright lavender thing with white, frilly lace sewn into the hem. Diamond earrings and a pearl necklace completed the ensemble. On her right was her father, Jeremy, a man with perfectly groomed, sunflower blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a black suit that had cost more than most houses down the street.

It was not hard to feel like one was taken hostage in such company.

"Now then," Agent Honeydew began with a small smile. "Samantha, or Sam?"

"It's Sam," she replied with a sour glare.

"Sam it is," Honeydew replied with a kind smile. "I assure you, this will be quick and I will be out of all of your hairs momentarily."

"Oh, please take all the time you need, Agent," Pamela said with a bright smile.

"Don't let our daughter's surliness put you off," Jeremy added with a smile of his own. "We'd hate to let whomever threatened her precious life get away because of some mild unfriendliness. Isn't that right, Samantha?"

"Yes, Dad," Sam replied with a sigh.

"Good," He replied, still smiling.

"I merely need you to recount the events surrounding the 16th of September," Honeydew said easily. "Take all the time you need."

"Not much to tell," Samantha shrugged. "We hid under the tables to avoid getting trampled, we got dragged to the freezer, I got dragged off by the monster, got saved by a handsome superhero, the cops came in they…"

She stopped short, taking a deep breath and swallowing some bile. "They died. Butchered like animals. All of them. We got moved out of the freezer into the cafeteria but that's as far as any of them made it. Then the hero came, smashed the ovens because, oh yeah, that thing could bring them to life and then he chased off the thing. Then Danny came too and…we left."

Agent Honeydew was rapidly typing in notes on her pad.

"Are we done?" Sam asked.

"Samantha," Pamela sounded aghast. "This Agent is trying to help you!"

"No, no," Honeydew put her hand up. "That's quite alright. I only need to ask a few questions and then I'll leave. Is that alright?"

"Fine," Sam said, leaning into her chair with her arms folded.

"The hero was handsome?" Honeydew asked with a small smile and a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I-I mean yeah," Sam immediately stuttered out. "I mean, I didn't get a really good look at his face because he was fighting but, you know…I saw his eyes."

"What about his eyes?" Honeydew asked with interest, leaning forward.

"Bright, green, hypnotic," Sam slowly replied. "I, you know…liked them. And he saved my life so that's a plus."

Honeydew hummed to herself and nodded. "Final question, the hero you're talking about, he destroyed all of the ovens?"

"Yes," Sam nodded quickly. "All of them."

"So we aren't going to have to worry about one of them having escaped," Honeydew pressed with a raised eyebrow.

"Nope," Sam shook her head definitively. "He smashed them all. With his bare hands. Saw it all happen."

Agent Honeydew hummed to herself and Sam got this odd…sinking feeling in her gut, like her intuition was telling her that something bad was going to happen because she had said that.

"I see," Agent Honeydew nodded, then she stood up. "Thank you for your time, Sam. Mr. and Mrs. Manson, I will be in contact if I need to speak to you or your daughter again."

"I'm sorry if she was rude," Pamela said, while Sam glared holes into the back of her mother's head.

"Not at all," Honeydew waved it off with a smile. "I found her directness to be refreshing. She's been most helpful."

Sam really didn't like the sound of that.

Agent Honeydew closed her hotel door behind her and let out a breath. She checked the time on her Masters Watch, which had been a gift to her after ten years in Global Security, then sighed again.

The hotel room had two beds lined up against the wall, the fluffy sheets giving the appearance of being far larger than they actually were. Directly opposite the beds was a television and a desk, both obsidian black. Agent Honeydew drew the chair back, sitting down while setting her pad on the desk in front of her while placing a call directly to Headquarters.

It was only a few seconds before the Commander himself answered. The Commander, Horace Fields, was an old man who had been among the founding members of GS, his white hair shaved into a flat-top, his mustache bushy. His left eye was covered with a eyepatch with a picture of GS's emblem engraved on it and his remaining eye was narrowed. "Agent Honeydew, it is good to see you."

"Commander Fields, sir," Honeydew saluted. "I am glad to see you as well."

"Report, Agent," Commander Fields ordered.

"Sir, I believe that it is just as intel estimated," Honeydew replied with a nod. "Amity Park is the birthplace of a new superhero and possibly of a Class 'Anchor' dimensional intrusion. The phenomenon is likely supernatural in nature, but I do not know the exact source."

"I see," Commander Field nodded slowly. "That is greatly unfortunate. Did the witness's give you any clues as to how the intrusion happened or if they know anything greater?"

"Not directly," Honeydew replied. "The only real evidence is a contradiction between their testimony's and the evidence. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley both were very insistent that the new hero destroyed each oven that the creature had animated – however, one such oven was inert at the crime scene with no signs of damage, unlike the others. Such a contradiction is not enough to make any arrests."

"What did you find on your empath sweep?" Commander Fields asked with a frown.

"They are all hiding something in regards to the event in question," Honeydew answered. "They were all afraid I was going to ask a question that would force a secret to come out, but I'm not sure what they were hiding."

The Commander hummed in thought. "Agent, take a look at this."

On the pad, an image of a blueprint, clearly quite old appeared on the screen, with Commander Fields' head being reduced to a small square in the lower left-hand corner on the screen. The blueprints edges and some spots looked like they had been burned through, but it was very clearly a set of rings set up in sequence on a table. "This is a blueprint from a project titled 'Stargate to Hell' and both Jack and Maddie Fenton worked on it with a third scientist, Vladimir Masters."

"Was this a government project?" Honeydew asked, her eyes narrowing.

"No, no, this was a project they worked on in college before an accident involving radiation forced them to discontinue it," Commander Field's replied. "This is the only surviving blueprint, pulled from the room they had set on fire before they could destroy the rest. Such dimensional portals are uncommon on college campuses, but not unheard of and almost always doomed to failure."

"Do you think they've revived the project?" Honeydew asked.

"I suspect that they might have," Commander Fields answered with a nod. "However, we cannot be sure until we have proof. If they have done so, and this portal is where this monster came from, then we must determine whether or not they have been criminally negligent. If they have, they will be arrested and tried. If not, we'll follow policy, you know the one."

"In the event there is a superhero capable of handling the local super criminals, Global Security will retreat all assets until such a time that said hero can no longer do so," Agent Honeydew recited. "I know it well."

"That you do," Commander Fields nodded.

"Commander, I will need a few days to obtain a warrant," Agent Honeydew said with a frown. "It will be quite tricky given that I will be asking for permission to search the homes of the apparent 'only survivors' of the disaster."

"You might need longer than that," Commander Fields sighed.

"Commander, if I may," Agent Honeydew began. "If they did indeed build this portal to wherever, perhaps they'd make prime candidates for the 'Technus Deal'."

"We could use scientists of their caliber," Commander Fields replied thoughtfully, stroking his mustache. "Very well, I agree."

"If I can speak to the Fenton's about the project and get them on our payroll," Agent Honeydew began. "I might not actually need to obtain a warrant."

"Make the attempt tomorrow," Commander Fields ordered. "Is there anything else, Agent?"

"No, sir," Agent Honeydew replied.

"Report to me tomorrow after you have attempted to speak to them," Commander Fields ordered. "Commander out."

Author's Note: So, in Dexter's Laboratory, there were usually a short, animated segment that would play in between episodes. One of those segments was a series called 'Dial M for Monkey'. Monkey, as you may or may not know, was Earth's Mightiest Hero™ who lived in Dexter's Lab as a lab rat and only became the hero when Agent Honeydew called to him like so: 'Monkey, hear my thoughts!'.

This is what Agent Honeydew does when she's not calling in the big guns – she's an investigator for Global Security, an agent, a spy when they need it. Global Security is also from Dexter's Lab and has this nifty space-station orbiting earth right now.

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