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The Song's the Thing
Late Saturday morning, the first day of Spring break, Maddie Fenton decided a bit of spring cleaning was in order. In the midst of scrubbing, polishing and straightening, the doorbell rang. Jazz Fenton took the opportunity to escape from the basement lab, her moody little brother, Danny Fenton and her frustrated mother, Mattie. Danny's best friend Samantha, (please, call her Sam), had brought lunch: a large, fresh garden salad with grilled tofurkey and a spinach, portabella-mushroom pizza, topped with warm goat cheese. Finally, and most appreciated, she volunteered an extra pair of hands to help clean up the mess left by their most recent ghost portal backlash.
Jazz called Danny and her mother up from the basement where the three Fentons had been working. The family patriarch, Jack Fenton, was off attending the international ghost convention in Saint Helena, the most remote, inhabited island in the world.
Maddie, extremely fit at thirty-six for a mother of two, ran splayed fingers through her short, thick auburn hair. The page-boy cut was functional and practical and, incidentally, framed her face nicely. As usual, she wore a blue jumpsuit that emphasized...