A/N: I was informed some of you may not know the Ghost Writer. He's basically some guy that uses a keyboard to write out a story he could apply to anyone's life. He speaks in rhyme too.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom nor Know Your Stars or any other random cartoon I decide to use. Most jokes belong to my brother Kevin.
Know Your Stars
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Ghost Writer walks in, rubbing his hands together because he received a letter saying he was going to get a new keyboard to write with. He looks around, sees the KYS chair, and unknowingly sits down.
Know your stars...know your stars...know your stars...the Ghost Writer...he's known for writing little kindergarten stories!
Ghost Writer: That is untrue! I write narrative poems that teach lessons to you!
Know your stars...know your stars...the Ghost Writer...he likes pink ponies!
Ghost Writer: That is a lie. I hate pink ponies, and for this untruth I ask why?
Why I make fun of you? Well, that's easy. Because it's fun!
Ghost Writer: Maybe for you, but not for me! So stop all of this, this darn story!
Know your stars...know your stars...the Ghost Writer...he always has a rhyming dictionary with him so he can come up with rhymes!
Ghost Writer: That is pure fiction. I must explain, rhyming's my natural addiction.
Yeah, sure, whatever you say! Know your stars...know your stars...the Ghost Writer...he's in a secret romance with the Fright Knight!
Ghost Writer: What? That is not fact! I must point out, you did not catch me in the act! Not that you could even if you tried! Because that is not true, your bacon is fried!
That was a lame rhyme! Who writes them anyway?
Ghost Writer: They're not being written, they're being said. Now who is responsible for the humiliation that here is shed?
Not me! Know your stars...know your stars...the Ghost Writer...he loves oranges!
Ghost Writer: I despise oranges. They're...Oh darn! Nothing rhymes with oranges!
Know your stars...know your stars...the Ghost Writer...he loves oranges so much, his name is Orange!
Ghost Writer: Not true, not true! Not true!
And now you know...the Ghost Writer...the guy named Oranges, loves oranges, has lame rhymes that come out of a rhyming dictionary and loves pink ponies!
Ghost Writer: You are a liar, such a spaz. I'm taking no more of your insolent jazz!
Hehehehe, oh well! This was fun though! Tune in for the next chapter as I totally insult Samantha Manson! Oh boy, is that her walking up the stairs?
Sam: No one calls me Samantha!