Last chapter: (We were all in the bathroom by then. "So, Tucker," I said, rubbing my hands together, "what did you figure out?")

Tucker's blue-green eyes were glimmering as he told us, "I actually did get on our fan sites. Did you know that we have a ton of those? Like, there are all these websites that are –"

Sam interrupted. "Go on."
"Sorry." He said sheepishly. "Anyway, it seems like my leaking some stuff out to the girls we met was absolutely right. It's all over the internet what Retsam said about SpongeBob and why we got cancelled. All over." He emphasized. "Like, think YouTube, Yahoo, everywhere that a juicy scoop is appreciated."

I gave a low whistle. "So now what? Wait for them to break down the gates?"

Sam cocked her head. "That would either never happen or would take too long. It's too depressing to be here much longer. Tuck, do you know any way we can get in touch with Butch?"

Tucker was wearing an impish smile. "I do indeed." He whipped out a scrap of paper, a username of some kind written on it. "Do you guys know what ManHartedDP told me on one of the sites?"

I looked at Sam. She looked back. We both shrugged. "What?"

He turned over the scrap, and began reading. "Dear NerdlyGothicHero," He paused and looked up. "That's what I did as my screen name, so we could all share one if we want. I was thinking that –"

Sam huffed. "Just get to the letter, Tucker!"

"Right. Okay, All this buzz about Danny Phantom is great, but why don't you just get out yourself? So I said, But how do we do that? This place is impossible to get out of!" Tucker wiggled his eyebrows. "But then he told me this:"

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Alex raised her sign, (Ditch the Sponge; Let the Ghost fly again!) and shouted along with the others. Now this, she thought, is a full out protest. And, they were at The Doodle Farm. Ha! Secret location my socks! Alex thought.

Inside the gate, the workers were going nuts, (although they couldn't show it), and were trying to figure out what to do. The fact that the fans had found their (formerly) hidden spot was a tragedy. What are we supposed to do?!

Just then, Hannah squealed. "Guys!" She shouted, "Its Danny!!"

Even though the crowd of protesters there weren't solely from the Danny Phantom fan base, seeing a 'toon was a huge deal for all of them. Therefore, the swarm that was present began going nuts over Fenton's unexpected appearance. "Hey guys!" He called, jogging up to the gate. "Whassup? How's it going?"

A cheer erupted, and a multitude of questions Danny couldn't even begin to make out began battering at him. "Whoa, whoa, guys." He laughed, holding onto the bars of the gate. "One at a time. Hey, Hannah!" He said, smiling and referencing the one who had talked to him at the photo shoot originally. "You the one responsible for all this?"

She grinned. "Hey, Danny. And yeah, kinda." She spread her hands, motioning to all the people surrounding her. "You like?"

"Totally. You guys rock. I heard a certain 'toon helped you guys out with the location of this place. That true?"

"Uh-huh. Absolutely."

Danny nodded. "Hannah, we need to talk." His voice dropped so low that everyone leaned forward. It was so quiet though, as he had intended, that only Hannah heard.

"Here?"

The ebony-haired kid looked around, sizing up the situation. "Nah, not here. You know," he said, clearing his throat, and trying to give the girl a pointed, yet inconspicuous look to let her know to listen up, "Have you ever heard the band NerdlyGothicHero? I hear that they're pretty good. You listen to them at all?"

It took her a second, but then her eyes lit up. "Oh yeah, that band rocks. I usually listen to them at about eight at night, so I can talk to people while I listen, you know?"

While some of the people understood what they were talking about, not all did. This caused quite a few strange looks to be passed around.

Danny caught on easily. "Of course, eight is a good time. But what band should I listen to then, too? Other then NerdlyGothicHero, obviously."

She made a show of thinking; looking up at the sky, pursing her lips, putting her hand on her hip. "Probably my favorite band: PurpleGreen. They're the greatest. And you know what's the best? Listening to them while in the kitchen. Maybe Tucker would listen with you!"

It was just then that the guards got there. They quickly had Danny under control, (which just meant that he was letting them take him because he couldn't change into Phantom without revealing the secret Butch wanted him to keep), with the kid yelling things to the people over his shoulder.

"Remember!" Hannah called, "My favorite band is PurpleGreen and I listen to it in the kitchen!"

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I was sat down in a blindingly white room. The guards placed themselves on either side of me, and a startingly familiar man walked in.

"Hello, little badger."

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Le gasp! Surprise, surprise, eh? What do you guys think? Is he working for or against our favorite 'toon? Only time can tell, -bigsmile- and your reviews will pump me up for next chapter (Because I haven't started writing it, and have barely started planning it =P)

Late Disclaimer: Phantoms aren't mine. But! The screen names are! (lol)