“Why do you have green ectoplasm?”
Tucker’s question startled Danny. He’d been lying on his bed, lazily tossing a ball of the stuff around while he waited for his friend to finish modifying the latest version of the Fenton’s household security so that it wouldn’t shoot him on sight. It had been an unwelcome surprise when the two of them had walked through the front door earlier that afternoon.
The ball fizzled in Danny’s hand. He turned onto his side to face Tucker, who was watching him instead of his PDA. “What?”
“It was just a question,” Tucker said. “I mean, most the other ghosts we’ve seen have some other color, like pink or blue or something. You’re one of the only ones who uses green.”
“Mom and Dad’s stuff uses green ectoplasm.”
“Yeah, but that’s... artificial,” he replied, waving a hand in the air. “You’re all-natural.”
Danny scoffed. “Yup. Nothing that isn’t completely natural about a kid who can become a ghost at will.”
Tucker threw a dirty sock at him, which he easily dodged. “You know what I mean. But seriously, you’re one of the only ghosts with green ectoplasm.”
“Maybe it’s ‘cause I got my powers from my parent’s portal?” Danny said, peeling the sock off his bed and throwing it in the general direction of the hamper.
“Maybe,” Tucker said, turning back to his PDA. “I don’t know, I just feel like it’s something deeper.”
Tucker frowned in concentration and didn’t respond. For a moment, Danny figured he dropped the conversation. After a minute or two, he looked up from his work. “Should be fixed now. Ghost Boy Wonder can walk through his own front door again.”
“You’re seriously a lifesaver, man,” Danny said, sliding off his bed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Tucker grinned and took a mini bow. “Thank you, thank you. I accept cash and credit, or checks can be made out to yours truly.”
“I’m paying you with my friendship,” Danny said, laughing and slinging an arm around Tucker’s shoulder.
“Well,” Tucker said, “I also accept food payments.”
“Alright, alright, hint taken.” Danny jumped up and opened his bedroom door, ushering Tucker out.
In the kitchen, Tucker was happily crunching away at a bowl of pretzels, and Danny was searching in the fridge for something that was uncontaminated. He didn’t notice Tucker watching him carefully until he emerged with a jar of salsa that looked relatively safe. When he saw his friend staring at him, he said, “What now?”
“You should ask Jazz about color theory,” he mumbled through a mouthful of half-chewed pretzel. “See if it has any weight or not.”
“Color theory?” It sounded like something Jazz would have come across in her psychology, but he’d never really heard of it.
Tucker swallowed. “Yeah, supposedly different colors are supposed to signify different feelings or things or something. I don’t know if that’s true or if it’s just some horoscope-type babble, but maybe that has something to do with why your ectoplasm is green.”
Danny laughed a little as he opened the pantry in search for the corn chips he knew his father was hiding somewhere. “You still on this?”
“Come on, it could be cool to find out. I mean isn’t green supposed to be a ‘good’ color?”
“It’s not exactly a good color when it comes flying out of my hand towards someone’s face,” Danny hummed.
He couldn’t see it, but Tucker rolled his eyes. “I’m serious! Maybe green is supposed to be code for ‘good ghost’ or something.”
Danny found the corn chips and plopped down at the table. “I’ve met good ghosts that don’t use green ectoplasm.”
“It was just a theory,” Tucker said, throwing a hand in the air. “It just seems like there’s gotta be more to it than what meets the eye. Otherwise why would there be multiple colors?”
Danny shrugged. “I know just about as much about ghost stuff as you do. Maybe there’s no reason at all. Maybe it’s just kind of random. Like I said, maybe it’s because I’m only half-ghost and got my powers from the portal.”
Tucker pointed a pretzel stick at him. “A-ha! Only half-ghosts have green ectoplasm. Maybe that’s the connection.”
“But doesn’t Vlad use pink or something?”
Tucker groaned and flopped his head forward. “Just a theory,” he said, voice muffled by the table.”
Laughing, Danny reached over and patted Tucker’s shoulder. “I promise, if I find out anything about it, you’ll be the first to know. Now, am I gonna get my chance to kick your butt in DOOMED or not?”
Tucker raised his head, grinning. “In your dreams, Ghost Boy.”
The color green is full of balance and harmony. From a color psychology perspective, it’s the color green, that puts heart and emotions in balance, and equals head and heart. The green color is an emotionally positive color, which gives us the ability to love and care for ourselves and others unconditionally.
