Little padding feet made their way slowly to the corner of the hall. A small mop of black hair peeked over followed by a pair of baby blue eyes. The large orbs ran across the room, searching for something. Finding what they were looking for, a mischievous glint overtook them and they scrunched up at the corners with an evil smile.

Be extra careful when sneaking

With a determined attitude, he silently crept into the room. The humming coming from his target covered the little mistakes his steps made and every stray gasp from almost loosing his cargo. Behind him, his tiny hands were full of a thick, green, liquid-y substance that squished in between his fingers.

Make sure the target is distracted

His victim sat unaware of his presence, absorbed in the large book in front of her. Each step he took sent his nerves racing. What if she heard him? But, he was almost there. He could almost smell her freshly washed hair, could nearly reach out and touch her shoulder.

Make no mistakes

The goop in his hands was starting to drip. His foot met with a stray drop and slid back. He barely caught his footing, but when he did he froze. His delicate heart beating wildly in his chest, he waited for the target to look back and put a stop to his well thought out plan. After many suspenseful moments, he finally declared it safe to move on, for she had not heard his near fatal mistake.

Give the final blow quickly

With a few final steps, he took a long breath in as quietly as he could while bringing his hands to his front. Slowly raising them up, his smirk came back and his eyes came alive with the knowledge of what was to come. With no regrets, his hands came down swiftly and caught themselves in the long orange hair in front of him. He moved them all around to make sure the green was properly mixed in and even dripping into his victim's face and clothes.

Run

Before she could comprehend what had just happened, he bolted out of the room with a victorious laugh that could be heard all through the house. All that could rival it was the deafening scream that followed only seconds later by a young girl, covered in a nasty green goo, leaping to her feet.

"Danny, you are so dead!"

Jazz ran towards where she thought the little boy was. Her face was scrunched up in pure anger, but the effect was marred by the green ectoplasmic goop that Danny had gotten from the fridge.

Inside a closet upstairs, Danny could hear his older sister stomping around and yelling death threats. Suddenly the door swung open and his body went rigid with fear that he had been caught. As fast it opened, though, it was closed and a large mass plopped down next to him.

Danny looked up and was met with a black suit and stark white hair. There was a gleaming mischievousness in the ocean blue eyes that were staring at the door. No sooner had the man next to him sat down, did a deep yell ring through the house alongside Jazz's threatening calls. A triumphant smile lit up the older man's face as he moved his delighted gaze down to his nephew.

Danny gave a smile in return that turned into an ear to ear grin when his companion said with pride, "Well done Little Badger."

He decided then and there that he would listen to his Uncle Vlad's advice more often, especially when it involved covering his dad and sister with green goo.