Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-

"I...I don't...believe this...," Danny gaped, staring hard at the screen. He took the laptop from Jazz, and he went into his room. Jazz quickly followed him, watching him as he sat down on his bed and opened the latest one, which was from his mom.

You horrible filthy ghost punk! How did you get a computer, or even internet access? I bet you stole it like the teenage ghost punk you are! I will find you and rip you apart! You just wait and see!

Maddie

Danny hit the reply button, and he began to type.

"You're replying to these?" Jazz cried out.

"It'd be rude not to," he replied. He grinned at her. "You have been getting on me for not using my manners."

Wow. I love you too.

-DP

"Don't you think it's a little dangerous to do this?" Jazz wondered, crossing her arms. "I mean, people can track the IP address or hack your email! You gotta be careful!"

"Don't worry, Jazz!" Danny rolled his eyes. "It'll be fine. This is a great way to kind of connect with my fans, clear the name, let people contact me. I really should have done this sooner."

Danny opened another email.

I'm your biggest fan Ghost Boy! Will you marry me? Or at least go on a date with me? Please? I really like you and I just know we're meant to be! I'm so thankful thankful you always saving me and everybody else! :]

-Mrs. Paulina Sanchez-Phantom

He smiled, opening multiple others. Jazz sat down behind him, reading it over his shoulder. The messages were short, but every single one of them was just enough to make Danny's smile grow.

Hey Danny Phantom! You're really cool. I go to Casper High, know where that is right? Our football team isn't doing so good this season. Will you join our football team?

-Dash Baxter, star quarterback

You're so cool! I'm glad we have you protecting our city!

-Mia Themo

I can't believe you have an email AND you play DOOM 2! I know you're probably too busy and popular to, but would you consider joining my guild or going on a raid with us? Just when you get in game, send a message to CappaMikey, that's me.

-Mikey Baker, Guildmaster

You're so cute! Would you wanna go on a date?

-Ashley Barke

I can't thank you enough for all you've done. You did do some damage to my kitchen, but my children and wife are safe, and that is what is important to me.

-John Dahl

"Jazz, just look at this!" Danny exclaimed, motioning towards it. "I...I always kinda thought Amity Park hated me. But this...this is just awesome!"

"Well, you save them every day, little brother," she reminded him, ruffling his hair. She thought for a moment. Danny happily read more and more of the emails. "Maybe this email thing can stay for a little while. Just remember to reply to your fans and have a very, very strong password."

"I will!" Danny promised, rapidly typing a reply to Dash.

It was difficult. It felt like every one email he replied to, five more seemed to show up. He finally managed to lower the number down to ten before he went downstairs to get breakfast.

Maddie was working on an invention, looking cross.

"Morning, Mom," Danny greeted, opening the cabinets for some cereal.

"Morning, sweetie!" she replied, looking a little more cheerful. "I saved you a plate of pancakes in the microwave, Jazz said you were still asleep.

"Cool, thanks!" Danny told her, pulling them out. They were still warm, so he put some syrup on it and took it to the table. He noticed his mom's annoyed look. "Want some help with the invention?"

"It's not that, Danny. It's that ghost-punk, Phantom," she sighed.

"What'd he do?" he wondered.

"I found out that the punk made an email. Probably from a stolen laptop using stolen wifi," Maddie growled.

"Mom, anybody can go to Starbucks or the mall and get free wifi," Danny reminded her. Maddie didn't seem to hear.

"And I sent him an email, and he gave me the normal, snarky teen-punk attitude answer," his mom ranted. She glanced at Danny. "Did you send him an email?"

"What? NO! Uh, I mean, I didn't even hear about it until just now," Danny lied. His mom nodded, accepting the answer as he finished his pancakes. He washed his plate before running back upstairs.

He had walked over to Jazz's laptop when his ghost sense went off. He changed into his ghost half and flew out the window.

"So, where are-"

"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

Danny sighed heavily in annoyance. He shot an ecto-blast at the ghost. The Box Ghost sent a few boxes at him, catching him off guard. He fell into the street. Giving the Box Ghost a small smirk, he pulled out the thermos. As soon as he put the cap on, he felt like he was being watched. He glanced around and noticed a crowd had gathered around him. Before Danny could fly, questions flew.

"What's you middle name?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Hey Phantom? ?"

"Your single, right?"

"I LOVE YOU!"

Danny blinked.

"Mr. Phantom!"

The crowd was divided by Lance Thunder pushing through. He had a cameraman behind him, and he was holding a microphone. He held it up at Danny's lips.

"Is it really your email address?" he questioned.

"Yes!" Danny exclaimed. "Now I gotta go...check it?"

Danny turned invisible and phased through the ground before returning to his room.

"Seventy-five already?" Jazz said, raising an eyebrow when Danny logged into the email again. She was applying first aid to his leg. After the Box Ghost, Ember had shown up, looking for a fight.

"Yeah," Danny said, clicking on a few. He replied to one of them, wincing as Jazz cleaned the cut. "Dude!"

"What?" Jazz asked, looking up from her bandaging. Danny turned the laptop around so that Jazz could take a look at it. She squinted at it slightly. "Are those...invites to be on The View? And the news? And Dr. Phil? The Doctors? Guest appearance on Crash Nebula? Is that...Is that an invite to be on the Oprah show?!

"Exactly," Danny said, biting his lip. "Should I accept a few? I mean, it'd be a little dangerous."

"I think you should take like, one or two to clear up the whole Circus Gothica and Mayor thing," Jazz put in her two cents. "The others is up to you. Why don't you talk to Sam and Tucker about it?"

"I will," Danny assured her. He glanced at the clock. "I'm going to go meet up with them in a half hour anyway."