Hi all! This is my interpretation of how and why Danny's getting cancelled. In this fic, Danny is pretty much unaware that he has a TV show, at least at the beginning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom!

The famous trio was spending their Friday evening watching movies at Sam's house.

"Hey, Dan, hook me up with some popcorn?" Tucker requested.

"Sure thing," Danny replied. He stood up and walked over to the popcorn maker and filled up one of the bags that were stacked neatly next to the machine. He was making his way back to the big, comfy chairs when his ghost sense went off. He hurried over to Tucker and dropped the popcorn in his lap.

"Ghost time. Gotta go!" he ran to a clutter-free part of the room and transformed into his spectral alter-ego in two rings of white light. Danny turned intangible and flew up through the roof.

Danny exhaled a second spurt of blue mist and this time, instead of meandering around indiscriminately, the mist floated due east. Danny followed it. He continued to follow his ghost sense until it lead him to the docks. The ghost boy landed next to a tall stack of barrels.

All of a sudden, the water in front of Danny began glowing bright green. The ghost of a mariner rose up out of the murky depths and roared.

"I be the Flying Dutchman!" He announced and leaned forward so that his face was six inches away from Danny's. Then he paused, confused. "What? Aren't people around here afraid of ghosts?"

"They are," the halfa replied, "but around here ghost attacks are a daily occurrence. And it's my job to get rid of the ghosts when they attack." He rose until he was hovering a couple of feet in the air and then shot a green ectoblast at the Flying Dutchman that sent him flying. The luminescent green specter fell in a graceful arc and landed on his back on the wooden dock. He bounced a couple of times and then skidded to a halt just before the water's edge.

"I'll teach ye to anger the Flying Dutchman!" He sucked in a large amount of air and pushed his eyeballs out through their sockets. They two green spheres hung in front of his face by their optic nerves as he waggled his tongue. Upon seeing that the trick wasn't scaring Danny, he brought them back into his head.

"Are you through? Good, now be a good ghost and get into the thermos…" Danny held out his trusty Fenton Thermos and sucked the Flying Dutchman into its confines.

"If he thinks he's scary, he should've seen Vlad that time I hid his hair gel," he muttered, then smirked at the memory. He began the flight back to Sam's house when his cell phone rang. He fished around the pocket of his HAZMAT suit for a bit and pulled out the small device. He answered it as he resumed flying.

"Hello?"

"Danny, this is your mother."

"Oh, hey mom, I'm at Sam's right now."

"Honey, we need you to come home as fast as you can, someone important called for you and you really should call them back."

"Really? Who called for me?"

"I'll explain when you come home."

"Kay, mom. I'll be right there." Danny hung up and pulled into a steep dive that would land him in Sam's basement, at the same time turning himself intangible. He rocketed through the mansion and screeched to a mid-air halt just in front of the projector.

"Hey, Danny! How was the ghost?" Sam asked.

"Ah, just some annoying sailor dude. No big deal."

"So c'mon, change back so we can enjoy the movie."

"I can't, my mom called and said that she wanted me to come home ASAP." Tucker shrugged.

"I'm sure everything's okay. Now, do you mind? Your ecto-signature is distorting the picture." Danny turned around and, indeed, the electromagnetic field his spectral form naturally gave off caused the picture being projected behind him to appear all distorted. He rolled his eyes.

"Something really important could be going on, and all you care about is the stupid picture," Sam chastised, voicing Danny's exact thoughts at the moment. The halfa gave a small smile and disappeared through the ceiling.

Danny flew to FentonWorks and transformed in a narrow alley that was across the street from his house. He crossed the street and entered through the front door, and found his parents in the kitchen. They were working on a device that looked like the scope of a rifle.

"Hi, sweetie," his mother began, "I wrote the person's number down on a Fenton Post-It. They also said that when you called the number, you'd get an automated answering service, and that you should call an extension that I also wrote down."

"Thanks, mom!" Danny picked up the green post-it and headed over to the kitchen phone. He dialed the number and, as his mother had predicted, a cool female voice answered on the other end.

"Thank you for calling Nickelodeon Studios," it said, "if you know the extension you would like to access, please dial it now…" Danny dialed 37 (a/n that's DP on a keypad)as he wondered why on earth Nickelodeon Studios would be calling him. As soon as Danny keyed in the extension, he heard a dial tone. A person picked up the phone on the second ring.

"Danny Fenton?"

"Yeah…who is this?"

"You can call me Dr. Dannett. I represent Nickelodeon Studios."

"Great…why are you calling me? What's going on?"

"Earlier today you sucked the Flying Dutchman into your Fenton Thermos, did you not?" Surprised, Danny jumped back as though he had received an electric shock.

"Wha-how do you know about that? Are you people spying on me?" Dr. Dannett chuckled dryly.

"In a manner of speaking. You're the star of Nickelodeon's #3 rated show, a program entitled Danny Phantom. At least, for now. The purpose of this call is to inform you that the Flying Dutchman is a character on the #1 rated show, Spongebob Squarepants. By sucking him into the thermos, you have violated Nickelodeon's hierarchal code regarding its shows and angered the board of directors. They're retaliating by canceling you."

"And I'm supposed to care about this why?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, all that'll happen is that you'll stop filming me without my knowledge. I don't see any downside for me."

"You have a massive fan base, Danny. If you allow yourself to get cancelled, you'll be letting down thousands of people." Danny groaned. He wanted to just let this show get cancelled for his privacy's sake, but his hero complex wouldn't let him. He just couldn't let all of those people down.

"Fine," he muttered. "I'll fight this."

"A plane will be arriving for you tomorrow at 11:00 PM to take you, and only you, to Nickelodeon Studios Headquarters in Orlando, Florida. Good day to you." The line went dead. Danny slowly brought the phone back to the receiver and turned to face his parents.

"That was…uh…the DALV group. Yeah, them! They wanted to apologize for the mishap when Mom and I were supposed to go to that convention, so they're sending a plane tomorrow that'll take me to Florida."

"Cool! Can I come with you and blather on to the DALV people about ghosts?" Jack asked excitedly.

"Actually, they wanted me to go alone. I should probably start packing." Danny slowly headed up to his room. When he got there, he threw himself onto his bed.

"Agh, damn Nickelodeon! Why do they have to go and cancel me? And why do they have to be making a show about me without my knowledge in the first place?" He covered his head with his pillow.

"But it's good to know that I have fans…even though people here might hate me, I now know that there are people around the world that recognize me as a hero…I wonder if I have any fangirls?" a smile appeared underneath the pillow as his train of thought led him to a station filled with legions of sugar-high, overly-hormonal teen girls all cheering for him. He got up from his bed, revitalized.

"I better start packing," he said to himself, and headed over to his dresser.

I don't know when I'll be able to update, but this is my only project for now (besides fortrivial stuff such as SAT II's and finals) so I'll work on this as much as I can. DIE, SPONGEBOB!