Hi again! I'm afraid I have some bad news. I'm going to try to work on two fics at the same time! (The last time this happened, the second one ended up deleted, not just because it was time consuming, but because the plot was...stinky). So, the already-long wait may get longer. Sorry :(.

Rainstorm Amaya: It's okay to be hyper. Like my disclaimer. Did you hear how crazy she was in Chapter 4?

fubukis-wraph: Ah yes... fangirls, toasters... it is kind of evil. Muhuhahaha!

Velvet Panther: Yeah, GO WOMEN!! And Danny will meet Chester and AJ, just not Vicky. But definitely Chip Skylark!

Disclaimer: Hey! Whaddya mean i'm crazy? Oh, I don't own DP or FOP. Back to the main point...Why do you think i'm crazy! I do own the monkey city!

Yes...truly cukoo. Here's Chapter 5!

Chapter 5: The Concert

Dimmsdale Dimmadome-Backstage

Around 8:00

"Sorry kids," the security guard said. "No admittance."

"WHAT?!" Timmy said. Danny, Sam, Tucker, Timmy, the fairies (watches) and Help (closed) were trying to get to Chip Skylark. But they couldn't. Dimmadome Security made sure of that.

"Dude, do you know who I am?" Timmy shouted. "I'm TIMMY TURNER!! I'm the kid who got Chip's teeth back! I'm the kid who saved Chip from being married to a teenage source of all evil! I'm the kid who's in all his music videos! You gotta let us in-THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!!"

"Wait," Danny said. "You KNOW Chip?"

"Yeah," Timmy said. "Haven't you seen the videos? I'm the kid in them. He's a good friend of mine."

"But-how?"

"Uh…I just know him?"

"Works for us," Sam said. "Now, back on subject. LET US IN, MISTER!!"

"Listen, my job is to make sure nobody gets in," the guard said. "And that job must be enforced. Now, go enjoy the show."

"Nah, they come in." Standing two feet from the guard was some guy from the record company. "Timmy has saved Chip's life on several occasions." So, the little party passed by safely-except Danny, who was stopped.

"Sorry, Chip," the record company guy said teasingly, "But your true form is already here." Of course. The record company guy obviously knew about the 'Chip Impersonator' thing.

"Sorry dude, but I have to get back there." He pushed the record company guy away and caught up with his friends. "Now-where's Chip?"

Ching! "In his dressing room, obviously," Help said. "It's an hour till showtime! Where else would he be? Cherry World?"

At this, Cosmo perked up. "Ooh! CHERRY WORLD! Are we going to Cherry World? I wanna go to Cherry World!" Help rolled her eyes. "Why did I even bring it up?" she muttered under her breath.

"Shut up, you idiot!" That was from Wanda.

"But I wanna go to Cherry World!"

The two fairies bickered on while our heroes looked for the dressing room. After about 5 minutes, they found it. It was obvious-the room had guards and a personal security system. "How are we gonna get in?" Tucker said.

"Like this." Timmy bent over to his watches. "I wish that I was dressed like a janitor and the others were in a big rolling trash can!" The wands were waved, and the wish came true. Of course, our heroes were surprised. "What the heck?" Sam said.

"Why are we here?" Danny said. "It's like magic!"

"I'll explain later," Timmy said. "Now let's go!"

With the trash can in tow, Tim walked up to the guards. "State ya beeswax," one guard said.

"Just doin some cleanin," Timmy said. The guards let him in, and he came face to face-with an empty room. "Chip?" he called.

"Timmy?" Chip's voice said. "I-hold on." A few minutes later, the teen singing sensation stepped out from behind a screen. "Hi Timmy. Why are you dressed like a moron?"

"Because. Now, some people I ran into want some words with you." Timmy opened the lid of the trash can.

(Begin Chip narration)

It was real weird-people were climbing out of the trash can! First was a gothic-looking girl with purple eyes. Then there was a dark-skinned dude with a strange hat. Then there was-THAT TRAITOR PRETENDING TO BE ME!! He was holding what looked like a floppy disc with a shimmery thingy coming out of it.

Without thinking, I began screaming. "YOU!" I screamed. "WHY HAVE YOU BEEN IMPERSONATING ME?"

"I'm not impersonating you!" he hollered. "I was mistaken for you ONCE, and then the news media started this crazy rumor that I was impersonating you! No offense to you or anything, but I'm not even much of a fan."

I looked at the guy. He was slightly younger than I was, and looked a lot like me. I could see why he was mistaken for me. He had a confused look on his face, as if he didn't know what to say.

His friends looked nervous too. "Wassamater, Sam?" the dark-skinned guy said. "Don't you want to talk to Chip Skylark?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "I was never a Chip fan. His music is just a big time-waster that idiots listen to because they have no real lives." Apparently, this crowd wasn't fans, period. So-why were they here?

(End Chip narration)

Danny stared at Chip. Would this superstar accept this? "Please Chip," he pleaded, "I'm sorry about whatever happened. And I'll do anything to pay off the debt."

Timmy stepped in front of Danny. "Yeah, Chip. Danny's a great guy. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Chip stared for a few minutes, and then smiled. "It's cool," he said. "I understand. Now-go enjoy the show. It starts in about an hour."

"Uhh…we don't have tickets," Tuck said.

"Well…you could just stay back here. But will your parents let you?"

"Their parents don't mind," Timmy said, pointing to our heroes. "And mine know that I'm back here. So I guess its okay."

Chip did this strange little dance thing. "Awesome!"

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10 minutes later

Sam, Tucker, and Timmy were wandering around backstage, looking at stuff. Cosmo and Wanda were disguised as stagehands, and were currently adjusting the lighting. Help was sitting in a corner, opened, and was currently making herself popular by telling the record company guy how to plan his marketing strategy. Chip was leaning on the wall, apparently bored. And Danny?

Danny was staring into space. He was thinking. So far, the trip had been really cool. He could probably stay here until his parents came home. Life was perfect. But yet, there seemed to be a mystery. Why were they on this journey anyway? Had Jazz planned the whole thing? Why was Help refusing to answer the important questions? And Danny thought he had secrets. Maybe there was a side of his sister he never knew…

But for now, that didn't matter. He was here, backstage with his friends, a teen singing sensation, and Timmy and his cool toys.

Timmy. During that day at the mall, Timmy and Danny had bonded the most. Tim was almost like a little brother to Danny. Somebody he could watch over, at least until he had to leave.

"Uh, Danny?" Sam said, snapping Danny out of his little dream world. "Are you okay? You were talking to yourself."

"I was?" Danny said. "Well, I guess I was. C'mon, let's go…um, do something." Meanwhile, Timmy was with his fairy godparents, discussing things he could only discuss with them.

"This is awesome!" Timmy shouted. "Wait until Chester hears that I'm friends with HIGH SCHOOLERS!! Hah! They don't eat you-they're actually real nice!"

"Well, you can't always believe your friends," Wanda said. "Besides, he'll be a high schooler someday, and so will you."

"Yeah…and to tell the truth, I can't wait! I hope I'm like them. Sam's cool, Tucker's goofy-go him-and Danny…Danny…"

"Yes?"

"Well-I really like him. He's like a big brother to me. Why would I want a real one when I've got him?"

"I dunno," Cosmo said, "You discuss that while I take this 500 pound block-" he poofed up a 500-pound block-"And randomly throw it somewhere! Wee!" Using his wand, Cosmo randomly dropped the block. "Cosmo-no!" Timmy said-just as the block hit Chip Skylark's leg.

There was a crack, a bloodcurdling scream, and several gasps. "OH NO!" The guy from the record company said. "This is terrible! Chip has broken his leg! Can this get any worse?"

"Ooh, I know!" Cosmo said. He poofed up another block and repeated the process with the other leg.

"He can't go on!" the record company guy said. In minutes, a slew of people had gotten Chip in casts, a wheelchair, and a fluid thingy. "Sorry," Cosmo whispered.

Tucker rushed to the scene. Toilet paper was trailing from his butt. "What'd I miss?" he said.

"Chip broke his legs."

"Aw man." Tuck said angrily. "Now what?"

"Well," Timmy said, suddenly getting an idea, "somebody could go on in his place. They'd have to be able to sing, dance, and look like Chip."

"You mean like Danny?" everyone except Dan said together.

Danny blushed. "Me? I can't! I-I can't!"

"Look at me," Chip said. "LOOK AT ME! You're going out there an unimportant schoolkid, but you've got to come back a star, kapeesh?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "It's cliché, but it's gotta work!"

"Uh…"

"Dan, you can do it," Timmy said. "We're counting on you! If you don't, all those women-and my dad- will tear the town apart like they almost did last time!"

Danny smiled. "Okay. I'll do it. But I'm not too sure if I'll like it."

Byee! -SP