The very last thing Danny wanted to be doing on one of his rare days of peace was being dragged to some weird science convention that would probably end with his parents being laughed off the stage as crackpots the moment the word ghost came up.

And yet here he was.

He scowls as he picks up another box of Fenton inventions and starts hauling it over to his parent's assigned booth. The box was large enough that he couldn't quite see over the top.