"Hello?"

"Hey, Danny. This is Tucker."

"Why are you calling me at 11 o'clock at night?"

"Because I can."

"Oh, I-"

"I'm just kidding. Look, I need you to do me a favor."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Can I go to-"

"Tomorrow, act like me."

"Wha-what?"

"Act like we've switched places, tomorrow during school."

"Why?"

"It's for me to know, and for you to find out."

"That's... great. Now, let me to go sleep."

"Yeah, yeah... Oh, one more thing."

"What?"

"Take this favor seriously, please?"

"Whatever you say." Click!

TEN MINUTES LATER

Tucker glanced at his watch nervously.

11:10:52 PM

Eight more seconds, and in counting. "Eight, seven, six," he whispered to himself, staring at the small screen. "Five, four, three, two-" Tucker gasped, dramatically.

"Eleven-eleven, make a wish!" he declared, out loud. Tucker's eyes were squeezed shut, his mind focused on one thing.

I wish only me and Danny could communicate telepathically.

Dark, sinister laughter seemed to blossom into Tucker's room, as it was filled with a green-shaded smoke. "So you have wished it," Desiree chimed, pausing for dramatic effect, "So it shall be!" The ghost woman flung her arms in the air, twirling them in different directions.

Poof!

"Thank you, Desiree," Tucker applauded, flashing her a charming grin.

Puzzled by this human's greatfulness, she replied, "Erm, you are welcome?"

"Now, BEWARE! THE AWESOME POWER...OF THE FENTON THERMOS!!!"