Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They are owned by their respective owners.

Chapter One: Las Vegas, Nevada

Jack Spicer sat at the bar in the world famous Master Casino. He groaned. "Great…now I, Jack Spicer, evil genius, have to gamble to get enough money for robot parts…"

The bartender looked at him. "Jack Spicer?"

Jack's eyes widened. "Eek! Katnappe? You work here?"

"You got five seconds…"

Jack shrieked and ran.

-X-

Billy gave Mandy a weird look. "So…what are we doing again?"

Mandy sighed. "You see this glass?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you're going to trip on it and fall down the stairs. I'll sue the guy that owns this place, and we'll be rich."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"Because, genius, someone has to be the victim and someone has to be the witness. I'm your girlfriend and I have no idea what you're saying sometimes."

"Oh…wait…did you say 'girlfriend'?"

"No, I said 'best friend'."

"I think you said 'girlfriend'."

"No, I said 'best friend'."

"You said 'girl…'"

"I SAID…!"

Suddenly, someone slipped on the glass and fell down the stairs.

Billy and Mandy went wide-eyed. They started to walk away slowly.

"You did say 'girlfriend', though."

"Shut up."

-X-

Mr. Whiskers sighed happily. Four years ago, he and his best friend Brandy finally left the Amazon via a giant slingshot (made up of two trees and Lola Boa) and they parted ways. Today, they would meet again.

Suddenly, Brandy appeared from an elevator.

Whiskers gleamed. He tackled Brandy. "Brandy! So nice to see you again!"

Brandy smiled. "Hey, Whiskers."

"I bet you have a lot of questions…"

"Actually…no." Suddenly, her cell phone rang. "Oh, hold on a sec, will ya?" She answered it. "Hello? NO! No! That is unacceptable! I asked for pink curtains, not magenta, and that is UNACCEPTABLE! Do you understand me?!" She then closed her phone so fast, it broke.

"Uh…" Whiskers muttered. "Your phone broke."

"That's okay," Brandy said, smiling. "I have more."

Whiskers laughed nervously. "Yeah…well…that problem cleared up. Remember that?"

Brandy groaned. "Sadly, yes."

-X-

"Ahh…this is just like old times, eh gang?" an elderly Jack Fenton sighed as he, his wife, and his two grown-up offspring entered the hotel room.

Jazz looked out the window and sighed. "Yep. So we all know it will involve ghosts somehow…"

Danny walked up to her. "Yeah. Just when you thought we wouldn't have to worry about family-based embarrassment anymore when we moved out." He sighed, too. "I hope Sam can take care of the kids alright while I'm gone…"

"She didn't have a problem before."

"Oh, funny…"

"Alright, gang," Jack grinned. "I'll be right back!"

"Hold on!" Maddie growled. "You're not going to gamble, are you?"

"Well…uh…"

"You know we are here to see Criss Angel! After all, he does seem to be possessed by some ghost and we were going to investigate to make sure! And besides! You swore on my sister's eyes you wouldn't gamble!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Jack growled. "I'm going to the gift shop."

"No gambling, Ja…"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard ya!" Then he walked out.

-X-

Garfield Logan was walking down the main hallway of the hotel when Victor Stone stopped him.

"Hey, man. Where ya goin'? Y'all ain't gonna gamble?"

"No, dude. That ain't me. By the way, sweet bachelor party last night. Glad you found someone, too."

"Yep. But are you sure you wanna leave without gambling?"

"Positive, dude."

Victor shook his head. "That ain't livin', man. But I guess it's your choice. See ya, B," he said, walking away.

"Bye, Cy," Garfield said back.

-X-

COMING UP NEXT…CHAPTER TWO: THE GAMBLE

Excerpt:

"Hi, everybody! I'm Cosmo!" he cried.

Silence.

"Uh…Wanda? This is the part where you say 'And I'm Wanda'."

Silence.

"Wanda? Hey, where are you?"

"You…came alone," Jack S. said.

"Oh…oh yeah! She's at the spa again. WOW! Look at this room! Such a beautiful room! Have you seen this room?"

"Yes! We're in it!" Jack F. said.