"Fenton!" Lancer said. Danny looked up.
"Yes?"
"Change into Phantom, or detention."
"What?"
"Phantom. Or detention."
White rings slide over his body, and a shock of cold ran through out the room. People sighed with relief. Danny put his head on the table, getting complements. He blushed green.
"At least it isn't hot in here anymore." Sam notes.
"I'm not a freaking air conditioner."
"Man, that's cold." Tucker says, shooting him fingerguns.