Author's Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer, guys. I've been distracted, (I finally finished my Sam plushie, and Danny Phantom plushie , although I'm not quite done with the Danny Fenton one… lol I'm such a dorky Phanatic), and I have relatives visiting for a few weeks, so it's been difficult to get down to writing. I'll try to have the next one ready sooner, I promise! Lol.

Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.

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"Sir? Those new 'toons, Hartman's, are gone now. Should we clean out their room?"

Mr. Alex Retsam looked at the guard like he had grown several extra heads. "What 'toons? I didn't give any clearance to any 'toons to leave."

Instantly the guard was on edge. You do not mess with Alexander Luke Retsam. "Uh, I was notified that the Danny Phantom cast was released just now." He hurriedly looked at his clip board. "… to you, Sir."

Retsam frowned. This was shaping up to be a problem. 'Toons escaping did not happen when he ran The Doodle Farm. "Let me see that." He grumbled, grabbing the paper work. "I'll clear this right up."

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Sam slouched on the couch. It was bad enough Butch didn't have a plan. Now Danny was acting like he was barely living! Was this world going crazy?

Tucker entered, Carly in tow with Butch rubbing his chin behind them. "Dude," Tucker said around a mouth full of sandwich, "you don't look so good."

Danny sighed. "I feel like my personality got away, too."

Butch's eyes lit up then. "That's it!" He said, snapping his fingers, "That's why you aren't acting like yourself, Danny." Everyone looked at him expectantly, and he went on excitedly. "See, when we were in the limo after the photo shoot, I took away the rest of Danny's family's personalities by doing what's called leeching. Basically, I let them seep 'personality' until it was gone, which happened before we got to the Nick studios. I didn't realize, however, that Danny was affected too. Maybe because of his attachment to his family, or maybe he was sitting close enough to receive some of the leeching himself. Whatever it was, it seems to be doing its job."

Danny just stared blankly at the TV.

Sam's eyes lit up. "So you mean that, like, Danny isn't really weak and helpless like he's making himself out to be; it was just because he's slowly seeping out everything that you put in him at the beginning. Right?"

Carly and Tucker, still chewing and just observing the scene, turned to Butch. He nodded. "I wish I had seen it sooner. It was just that I wasn't around the whole time and just thought it was pouting or something."

Tucker finally spoke up. "Can you fix him?"

That made Butch stiffen just the tiniest bit. "Of course I can. I created him."

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Retsam was walking towards his car when the media came.
"Mr. Retsam! We've heard that you let some cartoon characters escape; why?"

"Mr. Retsam, we have unconfirmed rumors that you are allowing certain 'toons to leave The Doodle Farm because of good behavior. Is this true?"

"Are you having an affair with a cartoon?"

His head, previously down to avoid answering the questions, sprang up at that last one. He sighed impatiently and looked at his watch. I should be able to clear some of this nonsense up if I hurry, he thought.

"People, people, please! I am not, nor have I ever, had an affair with a cartoon. I also did not let anyone go; they weaseled their way out, and if I have my way they will be back very soon."

One of the reporter men, the type with every hair in place and looked slightly like the father on The Brady Bunch, stuck a microphone into Alex's face. "But Mr. Retsam, there are videos posted of you online that have you talking about how you kicked the TV show Danny Phantom off the air because of a deal you had with the creators of SpongeBob SquarePants that was better for you financially. Is that true?"

Retsam laughed, weighing his words carefully. How did that get on the internet? He wondered, "I will only admit that continuing SpongeBob did help the company out more then Danny Phantom. No more questions, please."

He got into the car and it drove away. The Mr. Brady look-a-like turned back to his camera. "Well, there you have it, folks. The CEO of Nickelodeon, a popular children's TV network, is in it all for the money and not for the fans. How will this story turn out? Only time can tell…"

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I opened my eyes. Had I been sleeping? Wait, where are we? I voiced my question. Sam screamed, (a very un-Sam-like thing to do), and tackled me in a hug. "I missed you, Danny." She said, her voice low and cracking. I could tell I was sitting on a couch and that Sam was kneeling over me. What on earth did I miss?

Then she kissed me. She kissed me for a good, I don't know, thirty seconds, before letting go and then curled up next to me, holding my hand. Whatever it is that I missed, I think I might be okay with that if this is what I get when I wake up.

Butch was smiling at me. "Welcome back to the real world, Danny." I noticed Tucker and another girl thoughtfully chewing on what seemed to be the remains of sandwiches. The girl looked down at her plate, that was ruefully empty, and asked Tuck, "You want another one?"

"Would I!" He said, and then they were gone into a different room, seeming to have a great time, all laughing and whatnot. I turned to Butch. I am so confused.

"How you feeling, dude?" The man asked, sitting in a chair across from me. I shrugged. Alive! Was my immediate answer, but I didn't know what they wanted me to say. And right now I feel like I should be doing whatever they want me to do. Depending on how long I was out of it.

"Good, I guess." A few memories came back to me. "Weren't we supposed to be at… that place? What's it called? You know, the one where we lived because my show was cancelled…"

"The Doodle Farm?" Sam prompted.

"Yeah."

"Then where are we?"

Butch grinned and sat back in the recliner. "Dude, you're at my house. You were here before, when I first drew you, but you didn't have a memory back then sooo…." He laughed. "Yeah. "Anyway, Retsam is probably halfway to my house by now, so I think we should start thinking of a plan."

Retsam? Oh yeah, I remember him. I grinned. I got to fight him. Although it did end badly…

Tucker sat down next to me. "Butch, doesn't this all really revolve around us not having the rights to be able to do what we want? Seriously, if we had that, then we could just go back to Amity Park and live there. Why can't we just do that?"

Sam's eyes lit up. "Yeah! Why can't we just lobby for our rights, Butch? Couldn't we just get our rights and tell the guys at the sucky Doodle Farm to bug off? Oh man I'd love to do that."

I looked at Butch. He was looking extremely thoughtful. "I never thought of it that way. I mean, I guess you were created as humans. Hmm…"

"Yeah dude," I continued the thought, "isn't that somewhere in the Constitution or something? Rights for everybody? Could that include us 'toons?"

Carly was watching her father expectantly. "Why not, Dad?" She turned to us. "What about this, guys; We all try to get you guys your rights now. If that doesn't work out, then you go back to the Doodle Farm, no questions asked. Is that okay Dad?"

We were all watching Butch hopefully. Man! I thought, It is amazing to have myself back!

Finally Butch just shrugged. "Why not?" He asked, "I don't see why that couldn't work. Let's try it."