HEEELLLOOOO! This is my second DP fanfic, which I am COMMITTING SUICIDE by writing! So. This is a fic where you can ask the characters questions, and I'll give my best answers! If you make a special request ( AKA say PLEASE verry nicely) and you have a question for my OC in my OTHER DP story, then I'll SOO totally do that! BTW. This takes place After PP, so everyone knows Danny's secret.

Disclaimer: Butch Hartman is famous. I am not famous. Therefore, I am not Butch Hartman. Any more stupid questions? XP

So. Without further ado, the introduction...to Questions? Challenge Accepted!

Tucker sighed for the bajillionth time that five minutes. He was hanging upside down on the Fenton's couch, his feet dangling off the head of the seat. He held his PDA upside down, skimming the internet.

He sighed again. Believe it or not, the internet could get boring after 20 minutes.

"Danny! You done yet?" He hollered, never taking his eyes off the computer screen.

"No, not yet. Besides, we have to wait to eat until Sam gets here, anyways. Find something to do while I cook," Danny hollered back from the kitchen. He looked ridiculous; A pink apron around his waist, strawberry jelly slathered on his hands, flour dusting his hair a grey. Before he could duck back to safety, Tucker snapped a picture, snickering. "Very funny, Tuck. And it'll be even more funny when all of Amity Park views your underwear on the flagpole tomorrow. Find something ELSE to do," Danny scowled.

Tucker sighed.

Again.

Then a stroke of genius struck him. His fingers flew, tapping the touch screen. He quickly made a website, titling it, "DP Questions? Challenge Accepted!" And wrote this message:

Hello Danny Phantom fans! This is Danny's best friend, Tucker Foley! Are you curious about DP? His life, styles, and interests? Good for you! You have found the only website that will tell you the absolute truth! So, ask any ghost, human, or whatever a question, and Danny and I will hunt them down and ask them your question! So, ask away!

He hesitated.

"Hey, Danny?" Tucker bit his lip. "Remember that time when Sam glued a balloon to your hair, and I helped you get it out?"

"When we were in kindergarten?" Danny smirked from in the kitchen, attempting to keep his grilled cheese sandwiches from burning. "Yea, I remember. Why?"

"You... You said you owed me one... And I still haven't gotten it yet..." Tucker chuckled.

Danny sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

Tucker grinned evilly.

So. The sooner you review, the sooner I will update! Simple as that. You can ask Any character any question, and I'll try to answer it to the best of my ability. 5 reviews = 1 update! so R, R, & R!