Thanks so much for all your positive remarks! I think it is so exciting that people from all over the world are reviewing this story. (I get a kick out of that.)

Anyway, just to clear some stuff up; Danny wasn't really hit by a bus- he just lied so he wouldn't have to tell anyone his secret. I'm sorry if I was a bit vague about that.

Also, a little note about this section- I make a lot of references to FOP episodes- (i.e. the whole "sailor" business at the end, etc.) Someone mentioned it in a review, and I thought it would be cute to add. Also, I have had a bit of writer's block, so I didn't put a lot of time or effort into this, and I don't think it is as good as my other chapters. I also haven't been feeling well, and this section was basically my stress-relief.

I'll stop ranting now.

Well, aside from that, I hope you like it.

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"I see you, Turner; so young and naïve. Enjoy this nice day while you can, because soon I, Mr. Crocker, will finally capture your FAIRY GOD PARENTS!"

It would have appeared as if the man had an epileptic seizure to anyone who had seen him as he said these final three words somewhat louder to himself from within his van (which was now disguised as a spinach truck).

"Yup, that has to be the guy," Skulker said as he stifled a chuckle. He had been listening quietly and invisibly from outside the van to make sure he had found the right truck. He then phased into the "Crocker-mobile," looking to steal the lunatic's special material so he could make a new net out of it.

He couldn't help but be somewhat impressed by the equipment he saw within, despite the fact that it was so obviously all cheaply acquired and home-made. Old TV and computer screens encircled the outer walls of the van, which were monitoring everything going on outside. Blinking lights illuminated the otherwise dark interior, and machinery and various other instruments whirred as Skulker took in his new surroundings. He noticed that hundreds of yellowed papers with notes illegibly scribbled on them were strewn around the interior as well as antennas that spun around annoyingly. Amidst it all, was a skinny figure hunched over in a chair grasping a screwdriver in one hand, and a smaller, tissue-box sized metal apparatus in the other. He was making some kind of adjustment on it. Skulker approached cautiously as he peered at what the man was holding. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it looked a little like his hand-held ghost detector. It even had a screen on it that was about the size of a post-it note. The ghost hunter had no idea what all this was for, but set about looking for the fabric.

"So, I see you have a little girlfriend, Turner," he heard Crocker cackle aloud to himself as the man spied on the two from a surveillance screen as they made their way to the Fenton's residence. "But, without your FAIRY GOD PARENTS, (he took a brief breath before he finished his sentence) you'll have and be nothing! They'll be mine! ALL MINE! And I will rule the world! NEW WORLD ORDER! HA HA HA!"

Skulker paused momentarily as he realized the man was out hunting fairies again.

What an idiot, he thought to himself as he resumed his search for the netting, but found nothing. He started to get frantic when he couldn't find the stuff. He placed his hand-held ghost tracker down on top of one of the computer displays, and started scouring through all the junk scattered about the tiny cabin so he would be able to find it faster.

"Gah! Who's there?" Crocker yelled aloud at the faintest sound of Skulker's rummaging. He jumped up and spun around, almost knocking his chair over.

Skulker was tired with this little charade, and became visible.

"What the-? Who are you?" Crocker asked perplexed as he stared at the glowing armored creature in front of him with flaming green hair. "You're not a FAIRY!"

A sly smile crossed Skulker's mouth. "No, I'm not a fairy, but I'll be blunt with you, DenzelCrocker..."

"Hey, how do you know my name?" The scrawny man asked. "And how did you get in here?"

"...As I was saying," Skulker continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, "I want the netting you invented, and I want it NOW. You will get it for me!"

"But that's for catching fairies only, and it's not cheap. Do you know your hair is on fire?"

The hunter was losing his patience, so grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and held him up in the air. His feet dangled as Skulker looked him the eye. "Don't make me repeat myself. Get it for me NOW." His flaming hair blazed as he became angrier.

"Gah, don't hurt me," Crocker choked. "I'll get it for you."

"Good answer," Skulker replied as he put the man down. He vaguely reminded him of a stick bug.

"It's... it's right over here," the man stuttered as he slid open a small hidden door built right into the floor of the van. He typed a combination into a keypad that had been revealed, and a long compartment opened.

"Aha! That will do," Skulker proclaimed as he pushed Crocker out of the way (and incidentally into the side of the van). Crocker scowled and cringed as Skulker kneeled down and took the roll of fabric out of the compartment. "Thank you for your hospitality," the hunter concluded as he stood and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Crocker called. "What are you?"

"Take a good guess," The ghost answered. "BOO!"

The disgruntled school teacher was thrown off balance by the surprise of this remark and fell backwards onto the floor. Skulker went to pick up his mini ghost-tracker and flew out of the van quickly, leaving a very confused Denzel Crocker in his wake.

He said Boo? Was that a ghost? He wondered to himself as he pinched his arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Maybe everyone's right; maybe I am crazy," he supposed as he got up. However, a small beeping sound caught his attention from the top of one of his computer monitors, and Crocker turned. "What's this? It isn't mine."

He picked the instrument up and examined it. It was a tad smaller than his 'mini fairy detector' he had just finished tweaking up before Skulker intruded, but yet it was beeping and an arrow appeared on the screen.

Crocker's eyes widened. "That creature must have left this here, and taken mine!" he exclaimed when he realized the detector he had just built was missing. He climbed into the front seat of his van and looked out the front window, since there were none in the back for him to look out of. He stared in the direction the arrow was pointing, and saw Timmy and Tootie talking with three older kids (obviously teenagers) at the strange house down the street.

"Well, there's Turner, at least, and his fairies must be with him!" he said happily. "...And this must be a fairy-detector too, because it's pointing in his direction! Plus, it works better than mine, anyway." An evil grin came over the man's face as he stared at the group as they entered the strange household. "So what if that jerk stole my net? I'll just find those FAIRIES first! All I have to do is follow Turner."

He glanced down the street again, but this time saw a mob of sailors heading in his direction.

"MMM- SPINACH!" they were saying louder and louder as they approached.

"Egad!" Crocker was awakened to reality as he was almost swarmed by hungry sailors with Pop-Eye "ish" accents. This seems somewhat familiar, he thought as he pressed a button in the van and its exterior transformed back to the normal, black color it had been before. The sailors looked around a bit confusedly, then left. Crocker breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled up closer and parked right across the street from the Fentons.

"Watch out, Turner, because I'll get your FAIRY GOD PARENTS if it's the last thing I do!"

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I assure you, the next chapter will be when Danny meets Timmy, but I thrive on that dramatic tension…