Tucker skidded to a stop outside the teacher’s lounge, nose twitching like he was experiencing some kind of spiritual awakening. [color=red]“So… the rumors were true,”[/color] he said, awestruck. [color=red]“They’re eating better than we are.”[/color]

Danny didn’t wait. He phased through the door, sticking only his head inside to scout it out. His eyes widened.

The room looked like the aftermath of a food tornado. Floating slabs of meat, smoke rising from half-possessed crockpots, and right in the middle… Sam. Strung up like a piñata by links of glowing, writhing sausage.

Danny whispered, [color=pink]“Oh no…”[/color]

The Lunch Lady ghost whirled around, her voice booming: [color=lightgreen]“How dare you change the menu! Lunch is sacred. It has rules!”[/color]

Then, just as fast, her face softened into something grandmotherly. [color=lightgreen]“Would you like some cake?”[/color] she asked sweetly.

Sam stared at her, blinking slowly. [color=darkviolet]“…Um… sure?”[/color]

Her face snapped back to rage-mode instantly. [color=lightgreen]“Well TOO BAD! CHILDREN WHO CHANGE MY MENU DON’T GET DESSERT!”[/color]

She hurled a rolling pin past Sam’s head, narrowly missing him. Sam flinched. [color=darkviolet]“Of course… I should’ve seen that coming!”[/color]

Danny’s head popped fully back into the hallway. [color=pink]“She’s got him totally wrapped up! And she’s—uh—having a cake mood swing!”[/color]

Tucker peered in behind him. [color=red]“Is… is that a full brisket fountain?”[/color]

[color=pink]“Focus, Tucker!”[/color] Danny exhaled slowly. [color=pink]“Okay,”[/color] he whispered. [color=pink]“We’re gonna end this before it gets even more out of hand than it already has.”[/color]