Hi! This is my first fanfic and it sucks. Please tell me what parts need work. Oh, and free cookies to anyone who reviews! This isn't going to be very long, maybe only three or four chapters at the most. 'Blah' is thoughts and "blah" is talking.

Disclaimer: I OWN DANNY PHANTOM- plushies, not the show. What, did you think I was Butch Hartman? I'm not; it says that clearly in my bio.(crazed look)If I were him, this wouldn't be a fanfic!!! ......

Chibi:(nervous look)I'm sane now, really I am...

Danny: No, you're not. Kish told me so. And you admitted it.

Chibi: Don't pay attention to him, he's lying! And anyway, what are you doing here? You should be in the fic.

Danny: Yeah, well, you didn't start it yet.

Chibi: Oh. (starts fic)

"Ooops...I missed"

Chapter 1: Bad Aim

It was a normal day. Well, as normal as a day could get for Danny. He happened to be fighting several ghosts that multiplied when he hit them. Therefore, what started out to be two ghosts has now become two thousand. They weren't the toughest ghosts out there, but there were a lot of them. They stuck close to Danny, and rarely left his side. However, that wasn't because they liked him, they were leeches that sucked spectral energy. Tucker was absorbing them into the Fenton Thermos as they appeared. Sam stood watching basically for moral support.

"Tucker, watch it! You're going to-," Sam shouted at him.

"Tucker, wait stop!!," Danny interrupted.

"What?," asked Tucker as he turned to face Sam. "Is something wrong?" he said, noting her pale face.

"Y-you just sucked up Danny," she said, stricken.

"I did?" Tucker paled at this. He turned to look for Danny and it was true; he was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh no!!!," they said in unison.

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MWAHAHAHAHA!! I left off at a cliffie!! =P Yes, I do realize that this sucks. It's my first fic. I know this was really short. Danny: (reads it in 2 minutes) What was that? Chibi: That was my fic . Next chappie coming soon!!!!! I need at least five reviews to update. That said, review!! Flames welcome!! Cya!!