Yeah, I'm writing the second one so soon after I finished the first. So sue me.
The camera panned, revealing that we're in Pixie World.
Sanderson was using a laser pointer on a pie graph. "And according to our stockholders, if we keep using 37-year-plans, our success rate will diminish by 94%."
HP considered this. "If that's true, we'll have act now if we ever want to gain control of Fairy World. I assume you have a plan."
"I do," Sanderson replied in his usual pixie monotone. "We theorize that if we can get the fairies into a situation where they use ample amounts of magic, they will be drained and powerless to stop an invasion."
HP got up from his desk. "And I have just the way to induce this use of magic." He took out his cellphone. "Hello? How goes that special misson I assigned?"
Almost immediately, several pixies in ninja clothing entered the room. One came forward holding a box. "Here you go, HP. Stolen from the house of Jorgen Von Strangle."
He took the box. "Thank you. You have no idea how happy I am you succeeded."
Of course, with him being a pixie, you literally had no idea. Anyway, HP opened the box and took out it's contents, revealing it to be a... purple lava lamp. He took out his magic cellphone and with a PING!, smoke poured out of the lamp. When it cleared, it revealed to be none other than Norm the Genie.
Oddly enough, he was in fetal position. That is, until he realized where he was. "... Hey, this isn't Jorgen's house." He noticed HP and Sanderson. "I don't know who you Cone Domes are, but thanks for getting me out of there. Mr. Most Powerful Fairy in the Universe used my lamp as a urinal cake!" He shivered.
"I'm Head Pixie. And this is my assistant, Sanderson. You faced him in Fairy Idol," HP explained.
Norm scowled. "Fairy Idol. That plan could've gone better. But anyway, now that I'm not a urinal cake, I'd like to get on with my immortal life."
Norm headed for the door, only to be snapped backwards. He stared distastefully at his lamp. "Oh right, the lamp. I wouldn't be stuck with this thing if not for Turner."
"Actually, Turner is why you're here," HP said. He tossed Norm a file, labeled 'T. Turner.' It was filled with pictures and etc. "As you know, Timmy Turner is an average boy who no one understands. But you also know that he has magical fairy godparents. He's constantly getting in the way of our nefarious plans. We have a new plan, but we need Turner distracted. So, we'll be sending you to Earth to find a master in one of his friends. You'll trick that friend into wishing you free of the lamp, and Turner will try to stop you."
Norm thought about this. "What's in it for me?"
Sanderson came forward with a suitcase full of money. Norm took it. "You've convinced me. Which friend are we targeting?"
HP floated over to a wheel labeled "Wheel O' Friends." He spun it, and it landed on a new name.
"You will be targeting... Danny Fenton. According to our files, he's a half-ghost boy with ghost hunter parents. We'll get him to Dimmsdale. For now, you get there first."
Norm nodded, and reentered the lamp. Sanderson took out his phone, and pinged Norm away. He turned back to HP. "So, how do you plan on getting fairies to use large amounts of magic?"
"Tell me, Sanderson," HP said. "How is the relationship between fairies and ghosts?"
Sanderson took out a graph. "Not very good."
"Bad enough to, say, that if something happened, they would go to war?" he asked.
"Possibly," Sanderson answered. "Why do you ask?"
"Ponder it for a moment, while the camera pans in slowly and dramatically on my face," HP replied and did what passed for a smile.
(Scene diverts to a stage. A hand places down a pink boom box.)
Timmy is an average kid, that no one understands.
Mom and Dad and Vicky always giving him demands-
(A green ray blasts the boom box, turning it into ash. It's replaced by a more high-tech one.)
Yo, Danny Fenton was just fourteen, when his parents built a very strange machine.
It was designed to view a world unseen-
(The high-tech box is turned into a rat. It's replaced with a different boom box.)
Wands and wings!
Floaty crowny things!
Odd parents, Fairly Odd Parents-
(The box is sucked into the ghost thermos. It is replaced.)
And it was then Danny knew what he had to do,
He had to stop all the ghosts that were comin through,
He's here to fight, for me and you-
(The boom box is turned into a bird. It is replaced.)
It flips your lid, when you are a kid
With Fairly Odd Parents!
(This boom box is hit with with a missile. Timmy stomps out angrily, gripping a wand. Danny also stomps out, clutching the Fenton-Bazooka. At the same time, they blast at each other, then creating a sign that says "Timmy/Danny Power Hour 2." They boys get up face to face, then the sign falls on them. Wanda and Cosmo appear, then suck the screen away with the Fenton Thermos.)
"Do you have the travel case?" Maddie asked.
"Of course I do!" Jack replied. "Why do you keep asking that?"
"Because whenever we go on a trip, you manage to forget it," Maddie also replied.
Danny entered and saw all the luggage. "Umm, I'm probably gonna regret asking this, but where are you guys going?"
Jack handed him a pamphlet. "We're going to the Obsessive Ghost Hunter Convention!"
Maddie snapped a suitcase shut. "Since your father and I are the world's leading experts on ghosts, we've been asked to come as guest speakers!"
Danny smiled. "Wow, they really invited you as guest speakers? I guess that means I'm gonna be home alone with Jazz for a few days."
"Of course not!" Jack said. "You're coming with us!"
Danny paled. "Jazz and I are coming with you?"
"No, honey, just you," Maddie answered. "We trust Jazz to stay home alone. Last time we did that with you, you threw a party."
He threw his arms up in the air. "It was a party I didn't even know about! And Sam and Tucker were the ones who threw it!"
"Oh sure, blame us," Sam said, for she and Tucker had been on the living room couch the whole time.
"Danny, your coming with us. End of discussion," Maddie said.
Danny flopped down onto the couch next to Tucker. "Where is this stupid convention, anyway?" He looked at the pamphlet. Then his eyes widened. "Hey, it's in Dimmsdale!"
Tucker looked over Danny's shoulder. "Isn't that were that Timmy Turner kid and his-" His voice dropped to a whisper. "-ghost friends live?"
"Yeah, it is," Danny answered. "Man, I completely forgot about him. That was a weird time we had together. Makes me wonder what he's up to now."
"Knowing him," Sam said. "It's probably cool, magical, and incredibly stupid."
"Now, Timmy, this wish is cool and magical...," Wanda began.
The camera panned out, revealing a deadly-looking skateboard course.
"... But it's also incredibly stupid!" she finished.
"What's so stupid about it?" Timmy asked, strapping on a helmet. "I'm just going down the most deadly course known to existence with only a helmet to protect my frail ten-year-old body." He paused. "I just answered my own question, didn't I?"
Wanda nodded.
Timmy smiled. "But apparently my frail ten-year-old mind doesn't care!" He looked down at Cosmo, who was his skate board. "Ready, Cosmo?"
"Ready, Timmy!" he replied.
Wand covered Poof's eyes.
Timmy began the long skate down the first ramp, quickly approaching a tank of sharks. As he got close, he heard a shout.
"Oh, Timmy!"
His eyes widened. "Oh no, my parents! Quick, I wish that the course was gone!"
The course disappeared, and only then did Timmy realize that he was still up pretty high in the air. He fell, promptly landing on his face. Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof disguised themselves as squirrels.
"Timmy, are you trying to eat topsoil again?" Mrs. Turner asked.
Timmy got his face out of the dirt, only to see his parents dressed in their old ghost fighting clothes. (See the episode, "Poltergeeks" for info.)
"Mom? Dad? What are you doing in those clothes?" he asked.
"Your mom and I are going to the Obsessive Ghost Hunter Convention!" Mr. Turner replied.
"And we just wanted to know if you wanted to come," Mrs. Turner added.
"They actually asking instead of just ditching him?" Wanda said to Cosmo.
"Oh no!" Cosmo shouted. "It's obvious what's going on here. Timmy's parents have been replaced by clones who actually care about his opinion!"
"Timmy, just so you know, that green talking squirrel is wrong. We are not clones who actually care about your opinion," Mr. Turner said.
"I was reading the next few chapters in Mr. Crocker's mom's book, 'How to Raise Your Child So He Doesn't End Up Like Mine.' And it said that you should give your child a choice every now and then," Mrs. Turner explained. "So, we're asking if you want to come."
Timmy got up off the ground. "I don't know. Can you give me time to think about it?"
"Sure, sweetie. But we leave in an hour, with, or without, you," she said. Then she and her husband went to get ready.
Timmy went over to his fairies. "I can't decide whether or not I want to go. Mom and Dad have never given me a choice before."
"Why don't you consider your options, sport?" Wanda suggested.
"Good idea, Wanda," Timmy said. "On one hand, if I go with them, I'll die of embarrassment. On the other hand, if I don't go, they'll most definitely leave me with Vicky."
"Then it's easy," Cosmo said. "Die of embarrassment."
"Yeah, no contest!" Timmy half-laughed. They then began walking back to the house.
"You know, Timmy, all this ghost talk has got to be getting you thinking of someone," Wanda said.
"Who would that be?" Timmy asked.
"You know... he could walk through walls, disappear, and fly? He was much more unique then the other guys?" Cosmo hinted.
Timmy thought for a moment. "Hmm... nope, no one comes to mind."
Wanda sighed. "Never mind then."
"I'm Chet Ubetcha, coming to you live from the Dimmadome!" Chet said. "And here with me is Doug Dimmadome!"
"Doug Dimmadome?" some bystanders asked.
"That's right, Doug Dimmadome!" Doug replied. "Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome! And I'm currently financing this here Obsessive Ghost Hunter Convention."
"I personally want to know why on Earth you would finance this convention in the first place! Ghosts aren't real," Chet asked.
"In truth, I'm not sure myself. But really short guys with sharp hats payed a lot of money for me to start it. And doggone it, I never say no to money!" he replied. "As for ghosts bein' real or not, weren't you proved wrong about that a few months back?"
"I deny everything that happened," Chet argued. "In related news, this convention will be getting a lot of guest speakers. These speakers are considered to be the smartest, most common-sensed people in the world!"
As if on cue, the Fenton RV came ripping across the parking lot, hitting several cars and sending people screaming. When it screeched to a stop, Jack Fenton jumped out.
"See, I told you that a shortcut was a good idea!" he boasted.
Maddie stepped out. "Yes, if it weren't for the going off-road, driving through corn fields, and nearly hitting the annual Old People Trying to Cross the Street Parade." She turned her head back to the car. "Danny, you can get out now!"
Danny, however, was going to trouble with that. Due to some sudden turns, his face was stuck to his window. But after a few moments, he managed to peel his face off. After he got out of the RV, he said sarcastically, "I can already tell that this is going to be tons of fun."
Meanwhile, inside of the Dimmadome, activities began. There were booths and presentations, all run by obsessive ghost hunters. Timmy was looking around, his fairies disguised as ghost balloons.
"I have to admit, this is tons of fun! I mean, look at this ecto-bazooka I bought!" Timmy said, showing off the bazooka.
"Who in their right mind would sell a bazooka to a ten-year-old?" Wanda asked.
"I don't know," he answered. "Just some guys in white suits." The bazooka then fired, hitting a mascot dressed as a parody of Casper the Friendly Ghost.
Timmy frowned. "And now I'm bored." He tossed the bazooka aside.
"Once again, we see an example of Timmy's short attention spa- hey, look! They're selling ecto-cookies!" Cosmo stated while getting distracted.
Timmy continued walking. But then Poof noticed someone standing near a speaking panel. It was none other than Danny!
"Danny!" Poof cooed. With some pulling, Poof managed to get away from Timmy.
Danny sat down and took out his laptop. He had made plans to have a video chat with his friends.
"Hey, Danny!" Sam and Tucker said from the chat window.
"Hey guys. Any chance you can get in the Specter Speeder and get me out of here?" he asked.
"That boring, huh?" Sam asked.
"Totally. One of the things my parents are going to talk about is how to get ectoplasm out of clothes," he sighed.
"If you really hate it there, why did you go ahead and buy a purple ghost balloon?" Tucker asked.
"What balloon?" Danny asked. He looked to his left, to see that there was indeed a purple balloon. A balloon with... eyeballs? And a little gold crown?
In an instant, that balloon turned into Poof.
"Danny!" Poof cooed again.
Danny slammed down his computer lid. "Poof? Is that you?"
Poof nodded. "Poof poof!"
Danny then realized that Poof was in plain sight, so he grabbed him and hid under a table.
"What are you doing here? Is Timmy here with you?" Danny asked/whispered.
Poof nodded.
"Could you take me to him?" he asked.
Poof smiled and shook his rattle. POOF! Next thing Danny knew, he was standing right next to Timmy.
"Timmy!" Danny shouted happily.
Timmy looked at him. "Do I know you?"
Danny frowned. "It's me, Danny Fenton!"
Timmy had a blank expression.
He sighed, got down to Timmy's level, and whispered, "You know... Danny Phantom?"
"Oh!" Timmy said. "Now I remember. What are you doing in Dimmsdale?"
"We're at an Obsessive Ghost Hunter Convention. My parents couldn't resist." He looked at Timmy's balloons. "Hey, Cosmo. Hi, Wanda."
"Hi, Danny!", Wanda said.
"Who's Danny?" Cosmo added.
Timmy rolled his eyes. "Anyway, you wanna get out of here and do something fun?"
"You mean ditch our parents who'll most likely not even notice we're gone and then do something foolhardy and magic?" Danny asked.
"Pretty much," Timmy answered.
Danny smiled. "This pleases me."
Timmy looked at his fairies. "Guys, make it so!"
The fairies waved their wands, and the group was gone.
Meanwhile, in Fairy World, fairies were hard at work.
"Hello, viewers! I'm Fairy Hart, live at downtown Fairy World. For the past several days, fairies have been hard at work building the world's largest wand, made entirely out of playing cards. Here with me is Jorgen Von Strangle, the most powerful fairy in the universe. Now Jorgen, what made you want to start such a project?"
Jorgen laughed. "That's easy! You see, the Anti-Fairies began building their own wand out of cards. And I refused to be upstaged by those blue freaks!"
Elsewhere, in Anti-Fairy World, Anti-Cosmo was watching TV.
"I resent that comment!" he shouted.
Jorgen stepped over to the card wand. He held up a single card. "And now, I'll add the final card. I need absolute silence."
Jorge ran up a portable staircase, leading to the top of the card wand. No one made a sound.
PING! HP and Sanderson appeared, hiding behind a billboard. HP held up his cellphone, and a duplicate of Skulker appeared. The duplicate flew up behind Jorgen, who was centimeters away from placing the last card. An air-horn came up from it's shoulder, making a loud noise.
Jorgen, startled, dropped the card, and the card wand collapsed, creating a card avalanche. Once things settled, fairies's heads popped out of the sea of playing cards. Jorgen's head popped out last and he looked furious. He looked up to see the smug Skulker duplicate. The duplicate flew away, laughing.
Jorgen's face turned bright red. "CURSE YOU, GHOST!"
HP made the duplicate disappear, and turned to Sanderson. "Phase 1 is complete." With that, they pinged away.
"So when Christmas wouldn't end, that was you?" Danny asked. He and Timmy were walking down a sidewalk, the fairies disguised as cats.
"Yup. That wish is one of the many that ended in total failure," Timmy said.
"I feel for you, man. Christmas has a way making me miserable. Last Christmas, I destroyed a manuscript belonging to this ghost called the Ghost Writer because I hated the holidays. He made it that he controlled what happened in my life until I learned my lesson. It wasn't so bad, but the rhyming got irritating," Danny agreed.
"Sounds like you screwed up," Timmy laughed. "Anyway, my turn. Since you're a ghost, what's the creepiest thing you've ever encountered?"
Danny thought about that. "Hmm, I'd have to say the Fright Knight."
"The Fright Knight!" Wanda gasped. "How in the world did you encounter that psycho?"
"You've heard of him?" Timmy asked.
"Why wouldn't they?" Danny said. "Cosmo and Wanda are ghosts, remember?"
"Riiiiight," Cosmo said, stretching the word. Wanda elbowed him, then poofed up a picture of the Fright Knight for Timmy.
Timmy took the picture. "Wow, that is creepy. But I think I know something creepier."
"What's creepier then the spirit of Halloween?" he asked. "This, I have to see."
Timmy smiled evilly, and then turned to Cosmo and Wanda. "Guys, please explain things to Mr. Fenton."
With a poof, Danny was no longer standing on the sidewalk. He was in a place filled with giant building blocks, stuffed animals, and pastel colors.
"I'm Happy/Peppy Betty!" said a blonde girl who jumped out of nowhere.
"And I'm Happy/Peppy Gary!" said a boy with red hair who jumped out of nowhere.
"We're peppy happy peppy happy happy peppy hap!" they shouted at the same time. They held out a tray. "Soy cubes?"
Danny proceeded to scream, the camera panning in on his mouth, only to pull out, showing him in a fetal position back with Timmy.
"That wasn't creepy, that was downright scary," he shivered.
"Welcome to my world," Timmy said. "So, now what do you want to do?"
"I don't know. When I'm not fighting ghosts, I'm usually doing my homework or watching TV. You're the one with wish-granting ghosts. You think of something," Danny said, getting up off the ground.
"Good point," Timmy said. "I wish that Danny and I could do something cool, magical, and incredibly stupid!"
The fairies returned to normal form. Wanda was about to wave her wand, but Cosmo stopped her.
"Ahem! He said 'incredibly stupid'," Cosmo pointed out.
Wanda put her arm down. "Good point."
Meanwhile, in the Ghost Zone, we see a countless number of ghosts working on some sort of giant weapon. Technus is holding blueprints, while Skulker is overseeing the progress.
"If you don't mind me asking, but what's the point of this weapon?" Technus asked.
"The point of it is that I hate having to always the Ghost Child's portal to enter the human world! This weapon will not only blast an opening to there, but it will also help us finally destroy Danny Phantom!" Skulker answered. "Just one more piece, and months of work will be done!"
PING! HP and Sanderson appeared behind a rock. With another ping, they had created a duplicate of Jorgen.
Skulker flew over to the weapon, and welded in the final piece. But right after he did that, the Jorgen duplicate poofed over, slammed down his wand, and blew it to smithereens. As pieces of machinery fell, the Jorgen duplicate laughed and disappeared.
The ghosts popped out of piles of debris. Skulker popped out last, and looked furious. With rage, he shouted, "CURSE YOU, FAIRY!"
The pixies made the duplicate disappear. "Phase 2 is complete," Sanderson said. "I'm still not sure where this plan of yours is going."
"Patience, Sanderson. Patience," HP replied as they pinged away.
"YA-HOOOOO!" Timmy and Danny shouted they used jetpacks to zip through a deadly obstacle course. Sharks, missiles, etc. When they finally landed, the fairies raised up cards with scores on them. Wanda's said "10". Poof's also said "10". Cosmo's said "crab cakes".
"Wow, that was awesome, Timmy!" Danny said. Besides the obstacle course, they did other magical and incredibly stupid things that day. So many things, in fact, that Danny was starting to feel a bit jealous.
"I know. That's the advantage to having mystical wish-granting fair-I mean, ghosts," Timmy said. He noticed that they had landed next to an ice cream parlor. "Hey, want some ice cream? I'd wish it up, but I actually have money to spend."
Danny was glad that Timmy didn't have a chance to show off again. "Sure. I'll wait here."
Timmy nodded walked toward the parlor. His fairies were disguised as cats.
"Timmy, are you sure that it was a good idea to leave Danny alone? You were showing off a lot. He might've gotten a bit jealous," Wanda asked.
"I'm sure he's fine. Besides, what could possibly go wrong?" Timmy replied.
Cosmo and Wanda looked at each other uneasily.
Back with Danny, he was sitting on the curb, thinking aloud.
"Timmy is a great kid, but he's a complete showoff. The only reason Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof are with him is because he's miserable. I had a miserable childhood. Where were my wish-granting fairy-esque ghost?" he wondered out loud. He sighed. Then, a lava lamp rolled over and hit his hand.
Danny picked it up. "A lava lamp? Maybe I should give to to my dad. He's into stuff from the seventies."
He brushed off the dust, and blue smoke poured out of it. With a gonging noise, there floated Norm. He was talking on his cellphone.
"Yes, I want that Chinese food to Dimmsdale, not Fort Jorgen." Norm then noticed Danny. "Can I get back back to you on that?" He hung up. "Hello 'put human's name here'. I am Norm, mystical genie of the lamp. And you have been given three wishes!"
Once he finished his speech, he realized that Danny had walked off. Norm flew up in front of him. "What's the matter with you? I just offered you three wishes! Don't want to wish for a girl to like you, or money, maybe even a sandwich?"
"Look, I have bad experiences with genies. And personally, I don't need you. Timmy can just wish stuff up for me," Danny replied.
"Timmy? You mean Timmy Turner?" Norm asked.
"Yes. You know him?" Danny asked.
"Know him? Beaver Boy was one of my former masters!" he replied.
"Wait. Timmy used a genie when he already had wish-granting ghosts?" Danny asked, shocked.
"Pretty much, kid. Turner is a little greedy when wishes are involved. Especially when genie wishes are rule-free," Norm replied. "So, how about it? Want to give me a try?"
Danny thought about it, then said, "I wish for a million bucks."
"That's the spirit!" Norm said and snapped his fingers. GONG!
Danny didn't see any money. Then the ground started to shake. Heading toward him was a stampede of deer. Quickly turning intangible, he managed to avoid getting trampled. When the deer had gone, he said, "What the heck was that? I asked for a million dollars!"
"No, you asked for a million bucks. Buck: noun. A male deer. Just be thankful that it's not mating season," Norm said smugly. "When it comes to genie wishes, you have to specific."
"Fine. I wish that Paulina was in love with me," Danny said.
GONG! Immediately, a hideous geek girl rushed over and kissed his cheek.
Danny pushed her off and shouted, "Who the heck is this?"
"This is Paulina Sanchez of Pasadena, California. You never said which Paulina you wanted to love you," Norm laughed.
"That's it," Danny said, aggravated. "I'm going to use my last wish to get rid of you!"
Right after he said that, Norm went into a coughing fit, and made a blanket appear on his shoulders.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Danny asked.
"It's just, I'm sick of having to go back into that cold, damp lamp. I just want to be free! To choose my own destiny!" Norm said. As he said this, sad violin music played. Danny noticed that he had made a string quartet appear.
Danny sighed. "Maybe I could, I don't know, use my last wish to free you?"
Norm perked up. "Really? Would you? Great!" He made a contract appear. "Just sign this contract, which states that your last wish is to free me, and no take backs."
Danny signed reluctantly, and said, "Norm, I wish you were free of your lamp!"
The lava lamp Danny was holding faded in color, and Norm grinned evilly.
"Yes! At last! I'm free! Oh, and by the way, I'm an evil genie!" Norm shouted. "And you, my idiot friend, just won the title of Moron of the Year! You never, and I mean never, want to release a genie from their lamp. When you do that, you give full power!"
The sky turned red, and wind began to blow. Danny panicked. "I take it back! Get back in your lamp!"
"Sorry, kid. No take backs!" Norm laughed. "Later, sucker!" He gonged away, leaving Danny in shock.
Of course, at that moment, Timmy came back with the ice cream. "Sorry I took so long. The line was killer." Timmy stopped. "Why are are you holding that lava lamp?"
"And why is the weather so ominous and scary?" Wanda asked.
"And why do you look as if you've made a horrible mistake?" Cosmo asked.
Danny just stood there, unsure of what to say.
Whew! First part done. This is going to to be a lengthy story. I might have to expand it to 3 parts. Don't forget to review!