Hey all! I love the person who invented Labor Day. Unfortunately I didn't wear all white due to the fact that it might get colder today, but it's still good, because I have provided a new chapter! I just have two announcements, and those announcements will be made by Danny and Sam.

Danny: Okay. Anyway, ZAGRH8R's hidden something special in this chapter. If you guess what it is, she will draw a DP fanart for you and give you the link on deviantart.

Sam: Also, she needs phrases and lingo from the 1950's because Poindexter will become a pivotal character in this fic. Please post the phrases or URLs in your reviews.

Ernest: Quack! (Magically makes a sign that says, "Shades of Gray airs September 24th!")

Me: ERNEST! It was supposed to say, "I don't own Danny Phantom!"

Ernest: Oops!

Like Mom and Apple Pie

"Welcome to the six o' clock news at five! I'm top anchorman Noah News to keep YOU in the know!" said Noah News. "Today's top headline is about a new store in the local mall called 'All About the Shadows', or as some like to call it, the 'Shadow Shoppe'. Over at the site we have roving reporter Izzy Goodnews to tell you more." The camera at the news station turned off and switched to a camera at the Amity Park Mall. A man, apparently Izzy Goodnews, stood by a gothic looking store with a microphone in his hand.

"Thanks Noah!" Izzy replied "I'm here at the new store which is much like a Hot Topic, except it also sells music and comics as well as clothing and trinkets. But that's not the real headline news here!" Izzy walked over to the front "The real mystery is that this store was built overnight! Before, there was a closed down store that was going to be made into a Wendy's, or something, but now, a phantom Goth gathering that seems to have appeared from the shadows! Hence the nickname, 'Shadow Shoppe'."

"I thought it was called 'Shadow Shoppe' cuz it was shorter for 'All About the Shadows'." A bystander interrupted.

"Shut up! I'm the reporter here!" Izzy barked, "I am the Alpha and Omega of the media! My word reigns supreme! I rule the airwaves! Muahahahahaha!!!" He would have gone on with his sickening laughter if he didn't notice everybody was staring at him. However, he did and he didn't, so he continued with the news, wearing a stupid and over-cheerful grin. "Erm...sorry about that interruption! Here to tell us more about this store is the owner, Malorie leViolet." He walked over to a girl who looked as if she was in her twenties.

The store owner wore a navy blue midriff shirt that was cut down to just above her breasts an had sleeves that barely attached to the shirt, baggy, orange cargo pants, and jet black combat boots with grayish soles. Her accessories included a spiky purple earring on her right ear, a black belly button ring, a black wristband with a silver star on her left hand, a black wristband with a silver crescent on her right hand, and a navy blue chocker on her neck that had a silver lock on it. She also had a black tattoo of a moon and a star on her left shoulder, a black tattoo of a sun on her right shoulder, lavender eye shadow, black lipstick, lavender eyes, black, peek-a-boo-style hair with purple streaks, and pale Caucasian skin.

"So, Malorie—" Izzy began.

"Mal." Malorie corrected.

"So, Mal, exactly how did you get your store up and running overnight?" Izzy eagerly asked.

"Well, I have a lot of experience in this sort of thing." Malorie said "After all, I have had many other stores all across the U.S."

"So it's a chain?" Izzy asked.

"Not really." Malorie said. "Every time I move I have to close the other stores down."

"Really?" Izzy asked. "Why is that? Couldn't you get someone else to run the store?"

"Nobody can run my stores the way I can." Malorie answered "And if they could, they'd have to be absolutely perfect for the job. Ya know, sorta like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Besides, I move because there usually isn't any more business to be done there."

"Wow, sounds hectic!" Izzy said.

"Hopefully I'll get plenty of business here in the Amity Park Mall." Malorie added.

"And that's all we have to talk about here!" Izzy said, "I'm Izzy Goodnews and all your news are belong to us!"

Sam turned off the TV in her room and looked at her biology textbook. Her dad was coming home in a few minutes to discuss her alleged problem with non-conformity. She never really understood why her parents were so obsessed with being different. Sure expressing yourself was all well and good, but some of the things they did didn't really express themselves. For instance, her mother had wanted to be a actress for the longest time, but she had given up that dream because it seemed too cliché.

She heard a knocking on the door and she sat up on her bed.

"Who is it?" Sam asked.

"It's your father, jujube." A male voice from the other side of the door answered. "Can I come in?"

"Whatever," Sam answered. A man about six feet tall with short black hair and a small black moustache walked into the room. He wore a blouse-like, cream colored, long sleeved, silk shirt with ruffles on the sleeves, bottom and collar and a maroon vest. He also had tree-bark brown, skintight pants and black boots that were just above his ankles. As some might guess, Sam's father was a model for new and unusual clothing.

"So, what's this I hear about conforming?" her father asked in a kind and concerned voice.

"I don't want to conform." Sam answered.

"You're mother seemed a bit concerned about your choice of clothing." Her father pointed out.

"What's wrong with my clothing?" Sam asked "It's Goth! Hardly anyone at my school wears Goth clothing."

"Well, you have a point there." Her father said while rubbing his chin. He walked out of the room to a nearby staircase and yelled to his wife downstairs. "Dear, your daughter has a rebuttal!"

"I don't care whether Goth is different or not!" Sam's mom replied. "Okay, so I do care, but I just don't want my daughter to look like a hooker!"

"Dearest, don't you know that all the other parents worry about their daughters dressing in revealing outfits?" Sam's father argued, "Well, except for Mrs. Sanchez, but her ethics have been questionable."

"Oh, I forgot." Sam's mother admitted sheepishly "Sorry about that Sammy!"

"As I was saying earlier," Sam's dad continued "What's this about conforming?"

"I didn't say anything about conforming!" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh really?" Sam's mom answered, "What about when you said that you wished I'd ask you to be like everyone else?"

"I never said that!" Sam protested.

"Yes you did! I was saying 'Why can't you be—', then you butted in and said '—Exactly like everyone else?' Then I said 'No, I was going to say, "Why can't you be different from everyone else", and you said 'Just a bit of wishful thinking on my part.'"

"I just didn't want to be lectured on being different!" Sam answered. Sam's father walked over to her and put her arm around her shoulder.

"Jujube, you know we only want what's best for you." Sam's father said, "You know we love you and respect your opinions, but we don't want you to be the same as everyone else. Sure it may mean giving up your favorite food since so many other people like it too, but in the long run, it'll be worth it." Sam walked downstairs and grabbed her a hunter green hoodie from a nearby coat hanger and headed outside. Her mother turned around from the phone and glared at her.

"Samantha Manson! Where are you going, young lady?" Sam's mom confronted.

"Out." Sam answered while grabbing a black umbrella. "If you only want what's best for me and you respect my opinions, than you'd better show it!" As she donned the hoodie and opened her umbrella, she looked angrily at her parents before she walked out into the cold, rainy night.

Well, 'tis time to thank the reviewers!

Ghostly Hamburger: Yeah, I meant Love Bug. He's starting to become a bit of a supporting character for my fics. Except for TMOAR (The Musings of a Replacement). BTW, the millennium eye's from Yu-Gi-Oh! You get a Sam's Mom plushie.

Cheerin4danny: I'm glad you like Poindexter and my villain. Speaking of which, could you send me a URL where I can get some decent 50's lingo. I know zip except for what Poindexter said in Splitting Images. You get a Sam's Dad plushie.

Aura Spectre: Well, it's pretty original if the pairing's never been used before. Most fics are Danny/Sam, Danny/Dash, and a few Tucker/Sam. You get a Malorie leViolet plushie.

Khrystiana: Thanks! You get an Izzy Goodnews plushie.

TheWeasil: Yeah, I live for bizarre. You get a Noah News plushie.

Please review and send 50's lingo!