*Is Shaking* Please don't kill me! I know I'm a horrible, terrible, no good very bad person for taking so long to update! Meep! (is killed)

My excuse? You guys are too awesome, and don't deserve any excuse I could ever come up with! But… it's because I am sucked into the world of roleplaying on . It's… so very, very addicting… like crack, only the side effects are you get pale from lack of detachment from the computer!

This chapter is dedicated to Unrealistic! Of Yami-Chan and Unrealistic.

I love the reviews so much! And one thing I can promise is that I won't cop out and give you a chapter that says, "Sorry, I'm giving up on this story." So look forward to the next chapter sometime next year! (Is killed again) Kidding! I hope.

And yes, I AM still taking in character ideas!

Quick Review: The last chapter was about a psychic who spoke with the dead, but didn't believe in ghosts! Vlad used Plasmius to chase her out.

Plasmius glanced at Molly, who was smiling at him, and vanished. Turning around to face the table, Vlad looked at Danny angrily. "If you ever interfere with me again while I am trying to rid myself of these horrible women, you will be punished."

Danny glared at him, and opened his mouth to speak when Molly stood up. "Mr. Masters, he didn't mean anything by it at all. I would have done the same thing. Now, leave these kids alone, or I'll personally see to it that you regret ever bringing them here." She turned and stormed off.

Vlad looked stunned for a moment, then glared at both Sam and Danny. "You two will be spending the day organizing and cleaning my collection of Packers memorabilia." He said, taking the remote from his pocket and pressing a button. Both of them struggled but were forced to walk away.

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There was a surprising lull in the stream of women coming to Vlad's door after that. He was even beginning to hope that they had finally stopped coming all together. Unfortunately he had too much bad karma for that to be the case.

The doorbell rang and Vlad reluctantly walked to the front door. He was just about to open it when a bright blue blast knocked him and the door backwards and into a wall. Vlad ground his teeth together and was about to change into his ghost form but decided not to when he saw the person who had blasted the door off of its hinges.

She was wearing a bleached white suit, and seeing it sent a slight chill down Vlad's spine. The suit looked a lot like the one the Guys in White had been wearing, and they were merciless ghost hunters, even if they were a bit stupid.

Whoever she was looked around the entranceway suspiciously. "I could have sworn that there was a ghost was here a moment ago." Vlad pushed the remains of the door off of him and got a better look at the intruder. She was as tall as Vlad, possibly taller, and she gazed around the room with piercing blue eyes. She was holding a large gun with two hands, and as soon as Vlad moved she pointed it right at his face.

Vlad managed to remain calm. He had dealt with the government before. "Welcome to my mansion. How can I be of service?"

She somehow managed to pull out an ID without losing her hold on the gun. "I'm Dana Ambel, member of the sister organization to the Guys in White, the Gals in White. At the prompting of my co-workers I have decided to go out with you. My equipment detects the presence of two extremely powerful ghosts in the vicinity. One of them appears to be either overshadowing you or behind you."

Vlad began to panic. He was used to having his own inventions telling him he was half ghost, but he had never really had to face other ghost hunters before. "Your equipment must be malfunctioning. My home is not haunted, and I certainly am not being controlled by a ghost."

"Then you won't mind if I search your mansion for ghosts?" Dana said, never once lowering her gun.

"Ms. Ambel, this is my private mansion. You have no warrant to search this place, and you don't have my permission. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

She didn't move. "It's either that, or you will be subjected to a series of painful tests that have been approved by the government in order to see if you are a ghost."

"I'm not a ghost!"

"And I will audit your taxes."

"Let me take you on the grand tour."

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Sam, Danny, and Molly had been listening to the whole thing as usual, and Molly had also begun to panic. "That insane woman is going to find the ghost, and then she'll kill him!" there was a pause, "Well, kill him again I guess. We have to warn him!"

Danny didn't really care what happened to Vlad or his ghost half. After all, he and Sam had been forced to clean and sort all of that stupid cheese head stuff. "I'm sure he'll be fine. I've faced the Guys in White plenty of times and I've always been able to hide my ghost…" Sam had put her hand over Danny's mouth to stop him from accidentally revealing his secret.

"Ghost what?" Molly asked curiously. Sam pulled her hand away from Danny's mouth.

"Um, uh… Ghost… Dog!" Sam and Molly both gave him a disbelieving look. "My ghost dog, Cujo. He uh, pops in from time to time." As if on cue a small green puppy appeared and barked happily. Cujo jumped on Danny and slobbered all over him, then did the same to Sam.

"This is why I'm a cat person." Sam said, wiping drool off of her face. Cujo turned and stared at Molly before transforming into his huge guard dog form.

Molly walked slowly over to Cujo and began petting him. "Aww, he's still fuzzy even though he's green!" Cujo smiled and turned back into a puppy.

Danny and Sam stared at Molly in surprise. Molly shrugged and picked up Cujo. "I'm a dog person." Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized something. "We have to hide him before that ghost hunter discovers that we have him. Now we have to warn the other ghost and hide Cujo at the same time."

"You really should ask him what his name is." Sam said. "Besides, I don't think we'll find him. He's a… smart ghost, and I think he can avoid Dana. We should focus more on hiding the dog."

Noticing that he was being talked about, Cujo barked happily before vanishing out of Molly's arms.

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Vlad quickly led Dana around the mansion, hoping that none of the ghosts who frequently visited him appeared.

"Hmm, I have seen nothing unusual yet, except for your strange attraction to the colors green and gold. You're a Packers fan, right? Not surprising that you would chose to decorate your house this way. Do you play any football yourself?"

"Well, I did for the few years I was in college, but-"

"Good. Football is like war. You need strength, guts, and the urge to kill your opponent. They should make contact sports part of the elementary school curriculum. Maybe then our nation wouldn't be so full of weaklings." At that moment a loud beeping sound filled the air. Vlad jumped in surprise and Dana pulled out a ghost tracking device.

"Hmm, there are three disturbances. A small one coming towards us, and the two that my equipment detected earlier." She looked at Vlad critically. "But why a ghost so powerful would overshadow you, I don't know."

Vlad didn't know whether to feel offended or relieved. "I'm sure it's just an equipment malfunction. I've told you before, this mansion is not-" Cujo chose that moment to appear, knock Vlad over, and start licking his face. "-Haunted"

Suddenly Dana had a large gun aimed right at Cujo. "You're under arrest for violating code number 8873k9, aka keeping a level three dog apparition hidden while under government inspection." Vlad sat up, pushing the little green puppy off of him.

"This isn't my dog. I have no idea where he came from, and besides, I'm not under inspection. This was supposed to be a date, wasn't it?" Vlad hated himself for reminding her of her horrid purpose for being there, but he wanted very much to get on with it and send this woman away. He glanced around desperately and spotted Molly, Danny, and Sam coming towards him. "Ah! Here! Take this ghost and dispose of it!" He said, handing Cujo to Danny. They seemed confused. "DO IT NOW!" He half yelled. Molly ushered them away quickly.

Vlad sighed, and turned to face Dana. "They're my ah, ghost hunting team." He said. 'That's er, probably why you're sensing so many ectoplasmic disturbances. Now… how about dinner?" He suddenly felt wet. He looked down to see a large wet spot on his chest… where Cujo had been sitting moments before. Ghost dog urine. I bet this will never come out.

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"The nerve of him! Telling us to get rid of this sweet wittle puppy!" Molly said, hugging Cujo. "Who could ever want to get rid of this cute face!" They were in Molly's room, a medium sized bedroom with, (which disturbed Danny and Sam greatly), pictures of Plasmius posted on the walls.

Danny shook his head. "We probably should get him out of here, though. That woman was a Guy in White! Er… A Girl in White, I guess." He looked at Sam. "Any ideas on how to do that?"

"Don't look at me, you two are the ones who are dog people." She said, crossing her arms. "I'm with Vlad, let's get rid of the little drool monster."

Cujo was suddenly huge, growling down at Sam.

"Or…. Not…." She said, eyes wide.

"Cujo! Bad puppy! No eating people!" Molly scolded, pulling on Cujo's collar with little effect.

Cujo's ears suddenly perked up and he sniffed the air, wagging his tail. He bounded out of the room, going through the wall, and Molly crossed her arms. "Hmph! I hope he get's Vlad in trouble with his new girlfriend!"

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Vlad had changed his suit, and was sitting across the large table from Dana. "So… er… what is it you like to do?" He asked. What is taking that chef so long?! He thought bitterly.

"Eradicate ghosts from existence, and anything that can cause pain and build character and endurance."

"How… interesting." Vlad said, faking a smile. Come on! The sooner she eats, the sooner I can send her away!

She was silent, staring at various ghost hunting equipment she had brought. Vlad coughed, and looked towards the kitchen. Suddenly the chef ran out, covered in some clear, glistening goo that looked suspiciously like giant dog slobber. "You don't pay me enough for this job!" He yelled at Vlad, before running out the door. Vlad stood, and was about to go towards the kitchen when Cujo came out, chewing on the roast that was supposed to be their dinner.

"8873k9! 8873k9!" Dana yelled, drawing her gun. Cujo growled when he saw it, and bounded over, taking the large gun like a stick and chewing on it. "The spectral canine ceases to desist!" She said, screaming as Cujo stood and wagged his tail, expecting another 'toy'. Dana turned, blasting at Cujo, but he just grabbed the second gun. "This date was not satisfactory!" She said as she ran from the mansion, Cujo right behind her.

Vlad sank down in his chair, relieved, and muttered, "I suppose dogs aren't so bad after all…"