SO WELCOME BACK
I THINK WE ESTABLISHED THAT I DON'T OWN DANNY PHANTOM.
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The next two were requested by DaniFenton7thPhantom a long time ago... She probably doesn't even remember about this, oops!
"Changing password too... Sam Fenton... And done!" Tucker cried, giving a whoop of delight. Jazz giggled.
"Oh, this is gonna be good."
"Can you tell what the original password was?" Jazz asked.
Tucker wrinkled his eyebrows together in concentration. "No, it doesn't work that way. I can just change the password, not see the original."
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Danny walked into his room, and flickered on the switch, not hearing the giggling coming from his closet. Or the red light that wool be video tapping the whole thing.
He typed in a few letters, and logged into his computer like normal.
He did notice when a gasp of realization came from the closet door, though.
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A loud crash was heard upstairs, and a shrill cry of "DARN IT! I JUST FIXED THAT!" followed closely afterwards.
"Danny!" Maddie shouted up the stairs, a hand clasped on the railing. "How many times have I told you not to fly in the house?"
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"Hey Tucker?" Danny sing-songed as he skipped into the room. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"I like German Sparkle Parties!" Danny sang.
"No!" Tucker screamed. Danny just stared at his friend, who was now on the floor clutching his ears in pain. "Not again!"
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"Vlad," Danny munched popcorn as the other team scored another touchdown on the TV. "The Packers suck."
The bowl on the other side of the room dropped to the floor as the older man stood up to his intimidating height of- well, way taller then Danny.
"What did you just say?"
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Another request by DaniFenton7thGradePhantom
Danny just stared at the amount of ghosts flying around in downtown Amity Park. "Do I have to?"
Jazz sighed and loaded an ecto-weapon, the barrel of the gun humming slightly. Danny moved away from the harmful end as Jazz replied "Yes, yes you do."
"But I don't wanna!" Danny gestated wildly to the sheer amount of ghosts out there. Most had solid forms, but a few were just globs of ectoplasm, flying around and slamming into buildings with a wet smack.
"You have too."
Danny just groaned.
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"I should have you know, Chip Skylark looks nothing like me," Danny protested.
"He totally does! Just look at the two of you!" Tucker said, gesturing to the television where Chip's concert was playing live. "Black hair, blue eyes-"
"Tuck, just stop it."
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"Ghost child! You will be worse then a pelt on my wall! I'm planning to have you be my doormat!" Skulker cried as he shot some sort of Danny-Hating missile at the floating teen.
"Do you really believe all the hype? 'Cause I don't." Danny bantered back, a casual grin on his face.
Skulker stopped dead, and looked at the taken-aback halfa with seriousness visible in his pupil-less eyes.
"I AM THE HYPE!"
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There! That should be enough for now.
I'm still taking requests for stuff.
Reviews feed the narwhal!
