It was another peaceful day in the bright, shining year of 2037. It had been 30 years since Danny Phantom, a ghostly hero, had saved the world from an asteroid and today was the anniversary of that incident.

"Now, class, remember, if you want to be successful like Danny Phantom, you have to work hard."

The teacher was practically treating her students like kindergarteners, honestly, how old did she think they were? 5? Her students focused on the hover-clock floating above the electric white-board.

"Don't do any homework at all and you will end up like WILBUR!" The teacher turned towards the black haired boy sitting on the right of her, he was obviously not paying any attention.

"WHAT?! WHERE'S THE FIRE?!" Wilbur exclaimed, the whole class roared with laughter.

"Wilbur, were you listening?" The teacher asked.

"Yes…yes, of course, Miss." Wilbur muttered.

"Then could you repeat what I just said?" The teacher said, truly aggravated right now.

"You said something about, um…the thing that was happening in the place at that time…" Wilbur explained, speaking total gibberish.

"No, I was just talking about the essay topic that I gave you. Could you at least repeat what the topic was?" The teacher asked.

"I um…" Wilbur stammered. "Coconuts?"

The class roared in laughter once again.

"THE PARANORMAL!" The teacher shouted. "Wilbur Robinson, please concentrate for at least 30 seconds before you go off to who-knows-where in your head!"

The bell rang and the whole class escaped from the classroom, a few teenagers came up to talk to Wilbur.

"Wilbur, what are you gonna write about?" A girl asked him.

"Me? Oh that's easy, I'm going to write about…um…" Wilbur muttered.

"You know what I'm gonna write about? Something awesome." A boy added in.

"You say that about every essay you get." The girl said. "OH LOOK, AN ESSAY! YES! I'M GONNA WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING AWESOME!"

"Well he's nothing compared to our Wilby Wobinson." Another boy said, ruffling Wilbur's cowlick. "He'd be lucky to even come up with one sentence."

"Get ready to eat your words, because this time I'm gonna come up with something that'll knock your socks off." Wilbur said.

"Two sentences?" The girl asked.

"No, you'll see by tomorrow." Wilbur said as he ran off, leaving his friends behind. His footsteps increased as he reached the outside of the school as he strapped on his hover-skates and flew home.

His mind was blank; he had nothing to write about. As he skidded home, he bumped into somebody and fell towards the ground.

"Hey, watch where you're going…" He scolded until he realized who it was that he bumped into.

"Wilbur, what's the hurry?" Carl asked. "I was just about to go get the new wrenches that Cornelius wanted until…"

"Carl, you have to help me, it's a matter of life and death!" Wilbur shouted, shaking the robot rapidly.

"Wilbur, ok, ok, ok!" Carl exclaimed. Wilbur stopped shaking him, "Now can you tell me what all this is about?"

"I have to write an essay about the paranormal, but there is absolutely nothing to write about!" Wilbur exclaimed.

"There is, you just need to think hard enough." Carl told Wilbur.

"Yeah, but that's not the point." Wilbur said. "The point is that I have to write an awesome essay or my friends will…"

"Your friends? Wilbur, what did you say?" Carl asked.

"I…that is an excellent question." Wilbur said.

"You bragged in front of them AGAIN, didn't you?!" Carl asked. "I should've known. Wilbur Robinson, world's biggest blabbermouth."

"Carl, who's side are you on anyway?" Wilbur asked. "I need an excellent topic, a topic that'll impress everybody."

"Um…Wilbur…" Carl muttered.

"But how am I supposed to find a topic like that?! It's on the PARANORMAL! The paranormal is all about dead stuff!" Wilbur complained.

"Wilbur…"Carl muttered.

"I mean, really, how am I supposed to find something that…" Wilbur continued.

"WILBUR!" Carl exclaimed.

"OW! Carl!" Wilbur shouted. "If you wanted to get my attention you just had to say something, sheesh, you didn't need to shout."

Carl rolled his mechanical eyes.

"You just need to keep your eyes open, for all you know, your essay topic could be right in front of you." Carl said.

"Yeah, you're probably…right…" Wilbur said, but then silenced once he looked towards the direction of town square.

"What?" Carl raised an eyebrow. Wilbur just turned Carl's head and made him stare at the object as well.

Standing proudly in front of them was a massive statue of Danny Phantom, built 30 years ago. Wilbur looked at it with inspiration.

"That'll work." He said.