Author's Note: Hey guys! Here is the next Danny, Tommy, and Friends story, emYou Are Five/em. I hope you all enjoy it! I do not own the Danny Phantom, Rugrats, or Earthbound/Mother characters (In fact, I'm not even sure if I have all of the names right for the side characters in Earthbound/Mother, so sorry if I make any mistakes. I'll gladly fix it for you if you find that I made a mistake. XD). I also don't own the title or the music on the Pillar CD mentioned, or the band Pillar. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first chapter! :)

"You Are Five- 10th in the Danny, Tommy, and Friends Story Series
Written by Rugphan

WARNING: You are not yourself. You're in another person's shoes this time. Many crazy things are about to happen to you. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I have officially gone crazy! I feel like I'm someone else today, trapped inside my own body! I'm probably just paranoid. After all, I feel like this everyday of my life. Not that I'm saying that's a bad thing, but my life can be…well…just plain hectic sometimes. I'm a five-year-old with ghost hunters for parents, and an older sister who can just be really over the edge sometimes. Oh, yeah. And did I mention I'm running an army of babies and kids trying to stop my evil half-ghost Uncle Vlad from coming after me and my friends and ruining my life?

Like I'm trying to point out, you don't even know the half of it!

This is pretty much an ordinary day for me. And that's cool, I guess. I suppose it's more exciting than sitting in my room reading comic books all day. Heck, maybe I could write a novel about my life. It would probably be called something like, 'Danny Fenton: Just An Ordinary Day of My Life'. Cheesy title, I know, but you know the saying. Never judge a book by its cover. Besides, I think it would be interesting to read about, if I was some other person that is.

"Danny! It's time for breakfast!"

Oh boy. Breakfast.

Don't get me wrong, I like breakfast. Waffles and Poptarts are my favorite morning foods. It's just that, I just glanced at the time, and I'm a half hour late from getting up! NO! NO! NO!

"NO! NO! NO!" I've got to get to the shower now!

I open the door and make a mad dash to the bathroom, shut the door, slip out of my clothes, and hop into the shower. I turn on the water, and oh man!

"COLD! COLD! COLD!" I shriek. I should've waited until the water got warm first before I jumped in! Oh, man! This is pure torture! How come I have to do this every single morning? I really should set my alarm clock next time…

After I get out of my freezing cold shower, I slip into my clothes. Dark blue jeans, a red shirt with a white dot in the middle, my light blue vest, socks, and my red sneakers. Ahhh! Good, old, comfortable clothing!

I quickly brush my teeth, ruffle my hair to make sure it's not too messy, and run down the stairs, tripping over the last one and landing flat on my face as I do every morning. My friends tell me I'm going to break my nose or something one of these days doing that. I get annoyed and tell them it's a part of my morning routine. So far, I don't think they're buying it. But, hey, I've got to try, right?

Anyway, Jazz is still calling me, even though I told her I would be down after I got ready. Sisters. Sheesh.

"Jazz, why didn't you wake me up this morning?" I ask.

"I tried." Jazz explains. "Five times. You just wouldn't budge."

Well, then, I guess Jazz got her point made. I sigh. "Sorry, Jazz. It's been a long week at school. Huge homework assignments and projects."

Not to mention I have to deal with Dash and Quan every single morning. But, I can't tell Jazz that. She would just go and tell somebody, and Dash would think of me as even more of a loser for letting my big sister taking on her baby brother's battles. Either that, or Dash will threaten to beat me up after school, which hardly ever happens. So, I'm not too worried. Besides, it's not all that bad really. I've gotten used to it, plus I don't really let Dash intimidate me too much. He really isn't all that brave. Although, I would never say that to his face. Unless, I ever needed to do a report on what it feels like to be applesauce.

I snap back into reality once Jazz says, "Well, it's going to get longer. You know, Lucas and Claus's adoption party is on Saturday, right?"

I stop mid-chew on my first bite of waffle.

"You forgot didn't you?"

"No, I didn't forget."

Well, that was a total lie. I had completely forgotten about Lucas and Claus's adoption. They're ten-year-old twins who have had a pretty rough life. Their mom died by a giant dinosaur type thing a few months back, and afterward their dad ran off without saying a word to either of them. Then, Claus ran off and became an evil leader of a group of warriors called the Pigmask Army. That is, until Claus saw who the Pigmasks really were, and Lucas, their best friend Ness, and me and my friends busted him out of there and defeated the Pigmasks. My life is a bundle of complicated adventures. But, it can be fun at times too.

Oh, great. Jazz is staring at me. This is the part where I avoid eye contact from her at all times that way she can't tell I'm lying. So, I start focusing on my syrupy waffles.

Unfortunately, she's not buying it. "Yes, you did!" she exclaims. "Otherwise, you'd be looking me in the eye right now, instead of staring at your waffles."

How are older sisters so smart all of the time? I guess the game is up. I sigh. "Alright. Alright. So, I sort of forgot about Lucas and Claus's party this weekend. How long do I have to get them a present?"

Jazz smirks. "One day."

Great. Just great. I sigh again. Oh, well. I guess I have some after school shopping to do.

I walk into the music store and look around. I breath a sigh of relief. Basically, at my school, I'm at the bottom of the food chain. I'm like the tiny, microscopic plankton and everyone else is the chain link of fish who want to eat me. Even the band kids are more popular than I am. They only get two wet willies per day!

I guess I came to the right place. Lucas and Claus love music. They even have their own band! I'm sure I can find something in this place. But, where to start?

I glance around some more until I spot the manager behind the counter. I smile and walk up toward him. When he spots me, he grins. "What can I do for you young man?" he asks.

I smile up at him politely. "Um, I've never actually been to this store before." I explain. "Is there anything in here that would be interesting to ten-year-old twin boys who absolutely love music and that would be within my price range?"

"Name your price." the man says.

My Dad tells me to always name a low price first. That way, whoever you're bargaining with won't scam you of all of your money for something that costs less than what you pay for. My Dad's not only an inventor, he's a genius!

I quickly think about the lowest price that would be reasonable for the manager. "I don't know." I state casually. "How about ten dollars?"

The manager smiles. "Right this way."

He steps out from behind the counter and leads me to a big CD rack in the back of the store. "We've got plenty of CD's here that these young boys might like." He pauses. "What kind of music are these boys into?"

"Christian music mostly." I answer.

"What kind? Upbeat, pop, rock, easy listening?"

"Any will do. They like them all."

"Okay. Then, all of the Christian music is over here." He points to the left side of the CD rack.

"Thank you, Mr." I grin.

As I turn to look at the CDs, I can feel someone staring at me. I glance over to my left to see the manager staring at me intently. That's weird.

"Is there something you need?" I ask, hoping my voice doesn't sound too nervous-or rude for that matter.

The manager smiles, then laughs. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you nervous, but these twin boys your talking about sound a lot like some boys I know. They're really into music and my son is in a band with them."

"Really?" I ask. This sounds awfully familiar.

The manager nods. "Yes. We're actually adopting them tomorrow. They're such great boys. And my son loves them too. The three of them have been great friends since kindergarten."

Wait a minute. Lucas and Claus's adoption party is tomorrow.

I raise an eyebrow. "Do I know you?" I ask. "I'm going to an adoption party for two twin boys too. My name's Danny."

"Danny Fenton?" the manager asks.

"Yes."

"Oh, my goodness! You're Danny Fenton! You must be the friend of my son who goes to your school."

"What's your son's name?" I ask.

"Ness. Ness Pilchard."

I smile. "I know you!" I exclaim. "I met Ness in the park at an-," I cut off, glancing around before covering the left side of my mouth with my hand and whisper, "at an unexpected meeting."

Now that I know it's Ness's dad, I can totally see the resemblance. Mr. Pilchard is a really tall man with short black hair and dark eyes just like Ness's. He wears square rimmed, black glasses and a dark blue t-shirt and jeans. He also seems like a very friendly person.

Mr. Pilchard laughs. "Oh, yes. The boys told me the whole story. So, you know about their special conditions right?"

I nod. Special conditions is a code word for PSI powers. They're like a psychic ability to control the elements with your mind, as Ness once explained it to me. Ness, Lucas, and Claus all have them. Nobody in AmityPark really knows about it except for me, my friends, and Ness, Lucas, and Claus's family. But we have to be careful about how we speak about their powers around people. Nobody else can find out about them. I don't blame the Pilchard family really. After all, I wouldn't want some person to try kidnapping me if I had these really cool powers and have them be used for evil. That wouldn't be fun.

I frown. Something just occurred to me. "So, I'm guessing since you own this music store, Lucas and Claus have just about every CD in this store, huh?"

Mr. Pilchard grins at me. "Well, not really." he explains. He pulls a CD off of the rack and hands it to me. It was titled, 'Pillar: Where Do We Go From Here?' "This one is the Christian CD they've been wanting for ages, including Ness. But I told them that I had to treat them like I treat all of my costumers and if they wanted it, they had to earn the money to buy it themselves." He laughs. "So far, they've only made three dollars worth by selling lemonade for ten cents."

It makes sense. The three boys ran away from their old town at one point, so they couldn't really have much money on hand. I'm sure they'll be happy to get a great gift like this. I smile up at Mr. Pilchard. "How much?" I ask.

"Well," Mr. Pilchard thinks a minute before answering, "normally the price for CD's are twelve or thirteen dollars, but for you Danny, I'll take your offer. Ten dollars sounds like enough to me. Just don't tell the boys I said so."

I grin. "Sweet! Thanks, Mr. Pilchard!" I pull the crisp ten-dollar bill out of my pocket and hand it to him. He laughs.

"No problem, Danny! See you tomorrow?"

I smile and nod at him politely. "Definitely!" I exclaim.

I'm walking down the street a few blocks past my house now. I'm actually not in Amity Park, but in the next town over, in a place called Emerson. That's where my playmate lives. His name is Tommy Pickles.

Tommy is actually four years younger than me. And yes, you heard me right all of those people out there who read between the lines and like to do the math. He's one-year-old. I'm actually pretty lucky. Most five-year-olds can't talk to babies anymore. They usually lose the talent at around age four and can only make out a few words. But, me and my two best friends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley can still do baby talk. We think it's a gift.

Anyway, I'm walking down the street. I can't wait to show Tommy what I got for Lucas and Claus! I'd kind of like his opinion. I'm sure he'll think that Lucas and Claus will love the new CD I bought them.

I glance up, and something stops me dead in my tracks. Two big shadows are blocking my path. But that isn't the scary thing. The scary thing is what's making the shadows on the sidewalk. I gulp staring into the two faces grinning evilly at me.

"D-Dash!" I exclaim, hoping my voice doesn't sound as scared as it seems. "Quan! What's going on, guys?"

"Enough with the friendly talk, Fenton!" Dash yells in my face. "You missed your appointment!"

"Appointment? Appointment for what?" I ask, praying that I don't already know the answer.

"You should know!" Quan exclaims.

"Shut up, Quan!" Dash glares at him.

I don't see why Quan hangs out with this jerk. He can never seem to get out what he wants to say whenever Dash is around. But, I wouldn't dare say that in front of him. Somehow, I think he could punch a bowling ball to a pulp. And I wouldn't doubt that Dash could too.

Dash is now grinning at me evilly once again. "Let's see, here." he says, pulling out a pocket book from his blue, jeans shorts pocket. He flips through it a bit and exclaims, "Here we go! Three o' clock p.m., Thursday, March twenty second, Fenturd gets a pummeling."

I raise my eyebrows in shock and disbelief. "You actually schedule out who and when you're going to pick on someone?" I ask. "No wonder you're barely passing kindergarten!"

Oh, great. Now I've really done it. Dash's face looks like it's going to blow up, his face is so red. "That's it, Fenton!" He and Quan make a break toward me. I sigh. Now, I really don't have much of a choice here. I make a sliding dive under Dash's legs, my backpack barley missing the bottom of his shorts.

I'm pretty sure I just scraped both of my knees a bit, but I don't really care about that right now. Tommy's house is about five minutes away. If I can just run that distance without getting my face smashed in, I'll be safe. I make a break for it, Dash and Quan chasing after me.

I jump on benches, dodge the people walking along the sidewalk, and try to avoid looking back as much as possible. Don't these guys have anything better to do? Clubs to go to, sports to play, family and friends to visit, anything at all? Apparently not. Otherwise, why would they bother to chase me down the street? How do they even know that I come here after school anyway? But, I can't worry about that right now. I've got to keep running until I get to Tommy's house. With luck on my side, nothing can go wrong.

Oh no! I think I just jinxed myself! I stepped on my shoelace! I'm going down! As I stumble and fall to the ground, I wince in pain. After all, falling face first into the hard concrete sidewalk isn't exactly like doing a belly flop onto your bed after a long day.

I sit up and wipe some of the dirt off of my head and clothing. Other than being a bit shaken by my sudden fall, I feel just fine. I smile, glance down at the sidewalk, and gulp seeing the two shadows that remind me why I was running in the first place. Suddenly, I'm not so happy anymore. I slowly look up into Dash and Quan's angry faces.

I gulp once more, and smile nervously. "H-Hi, guys! G-Great joke, huh?" I start laughing, hoping it doesn't sound as fake as I think it does. "Anyway," I continue, "we had our laugh for today, right? Why don't we all go home and have a great story to share to our friends when we get there? Alright? Great!" I turn around and start my walk to Tommy's house again, but a hand on my right shoulder yanks me backward and makes me stop once more.

"Forget it, Fenton!" Dash yells in my face. "You're not getting off that easy!"

Actually, I don't know what I'm not getting off easy for. I don't even know what I did in the first place. I was just about to say this, but Quan picked me up by the shirt collar before I even got a word out.

"Keep him steady, Quan." Dash says. "I want to make sure those baby teeth of his aren't still intact when I'm through with him."

Just what I need. No teeth, and less visits from the tooth fairy. There goes that new Reptar video game I've been trying to save for. I close my eyes now, waiting for the pain that I know is about to come. Any minute now…

"HEY! PUT HIM DOWN!"

I open my eyes to see Dash and Quan staring behind them in horror.

"DROP HIM! NOW!"

"Oh, man!" Dash's voice is fearful. "Older kids!"

"You heard them!" Quan exclaims. "Let's get out of here!"

They drop me to the ground (Ouch.), and run as fast as they can down the street, screaming like a monster was just about to attack them. Like I said, they're not the bravest boys in the bunch.

I'm just about to get up off of the sidewalk when a hand reaches down toward me. "Are you okay there, Danny?"

I stare at the boy. He's about five years older than me with light, blonde hair that comes to a point and dark eyes which shows his concern about my condition. His red and yellow striped t-shirt, dark blue jean shorts, and red sneakers really stand out in the sunlight.

I grin, grasping his hand. "I'm fine, Lucas. Thanks for the save."

Lucas smiles as he pulls me up to my feet. "Don't thank me. Claus was the one who scared the pants off of those two jerks."

Lucas's twin brother grins proudly. Claus looks a lot like his brother. His light brown hair is the same style as Lucas's. He also has the same dark eyes and outfit type. His light blue-green and yellow striped t-shirt, dark blue jean shorts, and light blue sneakers blend really well with the blue sky and green grass. "Glad I could be of assistance." he says happily. He raises an eyebrow up at me. "Who were those guys, anyway?"

"Dash and Quan." I sigh from exhaustion and relief. "They're the biggest bullies in the kindergarten class." I smile, adding, "I try not to let them intimidate me too much."

"Good." Lucas replies. "Jerks like them don't deserve friends like you, Danny."

"Lucas is right." Claus adds. "Keep doing what you're doing. You're better off that way. Although," he chuckles, "I'd love to kick those guys butts."

"Don't even think about it, Claus." Lucas says sternly. "If even the tiniest bolt of lighting is noticed coming out of your finger, those two will have the cops surrounding our whole house."

"Besides that," I add, "I can take care of myself. I'll go to the teacher if I have any real problems with those jerks." I nod, to show them that I'm telling the truth. "I'm fine."

"Say, Danny, what's that you got in your hand?" Claus asks.

"Huh?"

"The little bag you're holding." he explains.

I glance down to see the plastic bag containing Claus and Lucas's present was still in my hand. I guess all that running and fear of getting pummeled by Dash and Quan swept the thought of hiding the twins present from my mind.

"Well," I start to explain, "I was planning on giving this to you tomorrow, but since you're already here-," I cut off, holding the present out to them. "Happy adoption!"

Claus and Lucas grin eagerly as they take the bag from my hands and pull out the CD.

"Cool!" Lucas exclaims.

"Pillar!" Claus laughs. "We've been trying to save up for this CD forever!"

"Thanks, Danny!" they both say at the same time.

I laugh. "No problem." I don't mention the fact that Ness's dad recommended it for me to buy for them. Somehow, I don't think that would be right to tell them.

"Are you heading to Tommy's house?" Lucas asks. "We were just heading over there to see how he and Chuck are doing."

I smile. When Lucas and Ness first met all of us, Lucas and Tommy's best friend Chuckie Finster had become extremely close. Lucas had just lost his mom that previous month, and Chuckie was just starting to question about the loss of his mother due to some sort of sickness about a year ago. Plus, Chuckie and Lucas are both shy, can be scared of many things, and are always caring about others. So, I guess they can relate to each other quite a bit.

"Yeah." I answer. "We can walk over together."

Tommy's laughter is the first thing I hear as Claus, Lucas, and I enter the Pickles' living room. "What's so funny, Tommy?" I ask.

Tommy, who was sitting in his playpen glances up at me. "Hi'ya, Danny!" he exclaims. "I'm just watching Chuckie drink his cippy cup of lemonade."

Chuckie Finster, who is facing Tommy is gulping down his drink happily. He pauses, mid sip, and swallows. "I can't help it!" he grins. "This stuff is the most nummyist drink I've ever tasted!"

"I could go for a glass of lemonade right about now." Lucas says. "Where did you get it?"

Chuck immediately turns around and smiles, hearing Lucas's voice. "Oh, hi'ya Lucas! Hi'ya Claus! Tommy's mommy's gots a whole pitcher of lemonade in the kitchen. I'm sure she'll give you some."

"Okay." Lucas starts to walk toward the kitchen, stops, turns around then asks, "Does anybody else want some lemonade?"

"No thanks." Claus replies.

"I'll take some." I answer. After all of that running from Dash and Quan, I was parched.

"Okay." Lucas repeats before walking into the kitchen.

As Lucas goes into the kitchen to get our drinks, Claus turns to the babies, and says, "Remember, you guys are invited to our adoption party tomorrow morning." Claus is giving Tommy and Chuck a small grin, but I can tell from his dark eyes that he can hardly contain his excitement.

Tommy, who loves anything that has to do with good food and friends exclaims, "Oh, boy! I almost forgot! We're going to an adoption party!" He jumps up and starts dancing around, waving his arms and kicking in funny motions. I can't help but laugh watching him.

"Yeah!" Chuck grins proudly before pausing, frowning, then glancing up at Tommy once more. "Hey, Tommy, what's an adoption party?"

Tommy, who is still dancing, pauses mid step, then says, "I don't know." Then his smile widens. "But, it's a party, so I'm pretty sure its gots to be something good."

I smile. "It is something good, Tommy. Since Lucas and Claus don't have their real parents to take of them anymore, they're going to become a part of Ness's family. That's why we're celebrating."

"That's great!" Tommy exclaims.

"Congratulations!" Chuckie beams.

I glance at Claus. He looks so happy. Happier than I've ever seen him before in my life. I can't help but grin at this as Lucas walks back into the room and brings me my glass of lemonade. As I sip the sweet, tangy, cool drink, I think, 'The wait is finally over. Lucas and Claus deserve this, especially after a month of living in sadness and fear. They truly, truly do deserve this.'