AN: This is an idea that I've had for ages (since I started watching DP about 7 months ago). I held off because I wanted it to be as good as it could be- and I have a habit of churning out chapters witout any sort of discernable plot line, plan, or spellcheck for that matter. I hope it was worth the wait and the effort- please review if you think it's worth continuing.

Obviously I don't own this, or Danny would be taller and Dash's head would be a toilet.


The entire town froze, staring in fear and confusion at the ghost who hovered above them. A certain white-trench-coat-and-black-fedora wearing, rules-obsessed, Hates-Danny-Phantom ghost who happened to go by the name of Walker.

"Oh shit." Danny muttered, looking around for a place to go ghost while absently wondering when exactly he had gotten separated from Sam and Tucker. Unfortunatly for the young halfa, Walker's ghost goons (try saying that ten times fast, he mused dryly) had completely surrounded the populace of Amity Park, leering at the captured humans in a not incredibly reassuring way.

"Come out and play, young ghost!" Walker called gleefully. "Oh, wait, that's right- you can't, can you? You're too afraid that the people you so desperately protect will figure out your little secret." Okay scratch that last one- Walker wasn't just gleeful, he was positively jumping for joy. The Charlie-Chan-reject(1) had something up his sleeve, or he wouldn't be bothering with the smug 'Ha-I-Win' dialogue- and Danny would bet anything that it wasn't going to be good for Amity Park's resident ghostly hero in any way, shape, or form (and he had quite a few of those available, God knew).

"Well then," Walker crowed, "I suppose we'll just have to find a way around that, won't we?"

This couldn't be good.

"Amity Park!" A floating television…thing (it didn't look like any television he'd ever seen) floated up beside Walker. "I give you- Danny Phantom!!!"

And there, floating thirty feet above the entire population of his hometown, was footage of Danny Phantom getting thrown into a wall. A ring of bright light formed around his waist, splitting into two as he struggled to get back up. As the rings finished their journey, a gasp rippled across the crowd, and Danny's parents dropped their arsenal of ghost hunting weapons in favor of staring blankly at their son.

Because there, on the giant screen, was a ten-foot high, bruised and bloody Danny Fenton staring directly at the camera.

Oh no.

Not good at all.


(1)- Charlie Chan, the famous detective created by Earl Der Biggers, was featured in 41 classic films.