YAY! I had some more time to write and I finished this part too, in about an hour. Hooray for me:-l

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Timmy cringed as Tootie made him walk her around the town instead of taking the shortcut back to Dash's house. As he listened to her annoying high-pitched voice swooning over him, he was kind of relieved, in a way. That boy, Danny, had been asking way too many questions that may have eventually led Timmy to reveal his secret. He sighed and figured that he might as well put up with Tootie for the time being, since he didn't know what he would do without his fairy god parents. He had even seen a real ghost, which made him extremely happy.

As they approached Dash's house, he looked at his pink watch, (which aside from winking at him, also displayed the actual time). In addition, he pulled his green jacket tighter around himself despite the sweltering heat of the early evening. This feat was easier said than done, since Tootie was walking almost sideways with her arms fixed unyieldingly around the boy, an elated smile on her face. Timmy had found this interminable hug awkward at first, but soon gave up and attempted to walk/shuffle back to the house once he realized that her grip only got tighter when he tried to pull away. Now their destination was in plain view.

The boy's thoughts turned to the delicious smell which wafted through the open windows of the house. The two had arrived home just in time for an early dinner that Dash's mom and Vicky's parents had prepared for everyone. The smell was so good that it seemed to draw Timmy into the house as if it were sending out a form of subliminal message. The two shuffled up the stairs of the front porch, but Timmy knew that there was no way he and Tootie would make it through the front door in their current position.

"Um, Tootie, I know you've been practically suffocating me for the entire walk back home, but I'd really like to go inside." She didn't flinch, and he got angrier. "In order for that to happen, you have to STOP HANGING ONTO ME SO WE CAN FIT THROUGH THE DOOR!"

"Oh, sorry Timmy," she replied a bit startled, but released him. The boy caught his breath and walked through the door. His eyes became wide as he saw the food being brought out and set on the table. Tootie's aunt looked up after she had placed a large dish containing corn-on-the-cob on the counter.

"Well there you are sweeties! You're just in time to eat. Did you have a nice day out on the town?" Tootie's aunt asked.

"Hey honey," her mom said happily. Obviously the absence of her eldest daughter caused a world of change in the woman's overall demeanor.

"Well-" Timmy started but was interrupted by the arrival of a group of kids talking loudly outside. He instantly recognized Vicky's voice above the others, followed by that of Dash's. The two walked into the house, covered in mud and wearing smiles.

"See ya guys!" Dash shouted out the door to the group. "Great game!"

"You're telling me!" another teen football player named Kwan yelled back. "I'd say it was all Vicky in the end! I think I'll be sore tonight, but you're a beast, girl!

"Thanks Kwan!" she replied. "It was nice meeting you guys!"

"Are we on again tomorrow?" another jock asked.

"You bet!" Dash and Vicky answered, smiling widely as they gave each other a high-five and headed inside. The assembly outside slowly dispersed.

"That was so much fun, Dash! I have never let so much anger out at one time, except when I watch the twerp-" she shot a sudden evil glare in Timmy's direction, and the boy cowered. However, her good mood seemed to linger as she and Dash went to wash up for dinner.

"How was the game?" Uncle Flash asked when they returned, now clean.

"It was GREAT dad!" Dash said as if he were about to burst with happiness. "Vicky's the best thing to happen to our team since well, me."

His father gave a proud look and patted the two on the backs. Timmy and Tootie rolled their eyes. "Well, that's just great. I'm glad you and your cousin have something in common." he said as they sat down to eat.

"Hey Uncle Vic, how's it going?" Dash said to his uncle as he pulled out a chair and sat down next to him.

"Uh, just... just great, Dash. I'm glad you and Vicky had a good time," he responded as he nervously watched his older daughter sit down and scooted his chair in the opposite direction. "She seems very happy. I haven't seen her this happy before." However, Dash had already lost interest in the conversation and had started eating before Timmy and Tootie even sat down.

Timmy automatically went to the other side of the table from where Tootie sat, and although she seemed disappointed, Timmy was not. He then remembered his godparents and ran back to his room, where they changed back into goldfish and swam around their fish bowl once more.

"Sorry guys, but we can't have anyone finding out about you. Thanks for coming with me today." He said to them.

"Uh yeah," Cosmo responded while Wanda nodded. "Hey listen Timmy, there is something I should tell you..."

"It will have to wait. I'm gonna go grab some food. I'm starving. See ya later!" as he hurried from the room to eat. Cosmo sighed.

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Before Timmy even arrived at the table, he heard talk about ghosts. Tootie was telling her family everything about what they had seen in the Fenton's basement. They appeared enthralled with her story, but it was obvious to anyone older that they were just being nice. Her story seemed nothing but outrageous.

"So you say you saw ghosts at the house down the road?" her mother asked.

"That's stupid. Ghosts don't exit!" Vicky yelled angrily. "Grow up!" Everyone at the table started chuckling. (Everyone, but Dash.)

"That's not true! We saw one - he was the Box Ghost!" the little girl replied. "Timmy was there too. Tell them!" she turned to the boy, a pleading expression in her eyes.

"So Turner, you saw 'The Box Ghost' too?" the evil babysitter smirked.

"Actually we did!" he retorted. He didn't mean to defend Tootie, but she didn't deserve this humiliation, (especially because her story was true). "Danny sent him back to the Ghost Zone."

"Yeah, he, Sam and Tucker were so brave!" Tootie chimed in.

"Whose house did you say you went to?" Dash asked. "I know you can't be talking about the geeks."

"The boy's name was Danny Fenton, and his sister was Jazz," Tootie answered.

The blond boy's mouth hung open. If these kids were to be believed, then the ghosts definitely had something to do with Danny and his friends. He had never been in their basement, though. The only part of the house he had seen aside from its strange exterior was its seemingly normal kitchen, because that is where he sat when he was being tutored by Jazz.

Despite the fact that he didn't want to admit it, he had actually seen a fair share of ghosts as well. He never said anything though, in fear of being made a laughing stock at school. At the school dance, he had seen a dragon ghost, as well as a white-haired ghost boy who rescued his friend Paulina at the same time. He had also seen a giant glowing green insect at school as well, not to mention the meat monster that everyone seemed to have forgotten about. There was also another bizarre incident at a football game, but he didn't really remember much of what happened except for the fact that he was tackled by every member of the opposing team at the same time.

Dash briefly pondered about what the children had said, and then returned to his normal dim-witted self as he lost interest in thinking yet again. He just concluded with the phrase, "I knew Fenton's family was weird." He promptly returned to stuffing a hot dog into his mouth whole.

Everyone continued eating in silence.

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By the time Timmy returned, the sky had grown dark and a warm wind rustled the vegetation outside the window. The waning gibbous moon shone brightly despite its sliver-like appearance as the last ribbon of orange sky slowly faded to black above the western horizon. As Timmy approached his two 'goldfish' he heard them speaking quietly from inside their little castle, but couldn't make out what they were saying. It was so quiet in fact, that if one didn't know to listen they wouldn't have heard it at all.

"Hey guys, what's up?" he asked after shutting the door of his guest room (and locking it).

"Oh nothing," Wanda said angrily. "Cosmo just told me that Jorgen showed up at the Fenton's house. Why didn't you let me know sooner!"

"I was um, preoccupied," Cosmo said seriously. He had planned on telling Wanda about the ghost kid, but when he saw how angry she had become about Jorgen's 'surprise visit' he had decided to stay quiet (momentarily, at least).

As Wanda and Timmy allowed this sentiment to sink into their heads, Timmy asked, "What did he want?"

"Oh, I guess he just wanted to say 'hi' and show off his new battle suit."

"Cosmo, you idiot!" Wanda exclaimed. "He doesn't just show up for a stupid reason like that. Maybe it was a surprise test or something! Maybe he won't let us be Timmy's godparents anymore!"

"Relax, Wanda," he answered. "He told me I was rare and unique. Then he said he'd see me around, or something."

Wanda's eyes relaxed a bit. "He said that about you?" she inquired out of shock. "Well, I'm proud of you, sweetie. I know you're special, at least to me and Timmy." She swam over and gave him a hug with her fins.

"What does Jorgen need a battle suit for?" Timmy asked.

"Who cares!" Cosmo exclaimed as he regained his asinine manner. "It's cool, and the mask distorts his fake accent!"

"Whatever," the boy replied as he changed into his pajamas and got ready for bed. After he returned from brushing his teeth, he took one last look out the window before he was overcome by exhaustion. He could have sworn he saw what looked like a glowing green dragon flying in the distance. He squinted in disbelief as he saw a smaller streak of light soar up to it, and a blue ray seemed to stem from it. It vaguely reminded him of the beam that originated from the Fenton Thermos when Danny had used it to capture the Box Ghost. The ray enveloped the dragon, and it instantly disappeared. Then the sky went dark again as if nothing had happened. Timmy squinted again, trying to catch another glimpse of it, but his efforts were to no avail. The whole thing had happened so quickly, he thought he may have imagined it. Maybe there were fireworks in the distance, the light playing tricks on his eyes. Perhaps it was lightning or some other atmospheric phenomenon.

Oh well. Too bad it wasn't a real ghost. That was so cool though, when the Box Ghost came out though that portal thing. Hey I know! I'll just wish to see another ghost tomorrow! "Good night Cosmo and Wanda!"

"Good night, Timmy," they replied.

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"Whew!" Danny breathed a sigh of relief as he phased through his bedroom wall with the Fenton Thermos in tow. That dragon ghost girl had escaped from the Ghost Zone again, and boy was she mad about not going to the ball!

He transformed back into his human self and walked into the basement to send her back where she belonged. He passed Jazz, who had gotten home from work a short while earlier. She gave him a quizzical look as he passed, but he ignored her and continued down the stairs, where he completed his task. As he headed back up to his room, his parents returned lugging all their ghost gear behind them.

"Why Danny, you look great!" his mother told him as she examined her son. No evil bus-driving ghosts will hurt my little boy!"

"Have you been at the bus company this whole time?" Danny asked her.

"Yup, but can you believe there was not one ghost to be found?" his father interjected angrily. "Those buggers are always one step ahead of us!"

"It's okay, guys," Jazz said. "Danny's fine now. Just let him go to bed and get some rest."

"That sounds like a plan, Jazz," Danny said, smiling at his sister. "Thanks." She always seemed to say the right thing at the right moment, almost as if she was trying to help him keep his secret. (Go figure)

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However, unknown to the ghost boy and Timmy, two creatures were planning their next course of action for the following day. Skulker was determined to find that fairy again, and was making some excuse to Vlad for taking so long to capture the boy. Crocker, on the other hand, was studying the readouts from Skulker's detector. For some reason those 'fairies' were still in that weird house. He'd catch them in the morning after he got some much needed rest.

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Vlad paced the floor of his castle impatiently as he waited for Skulker to finish his task. He was starting to lose faith in the hunter, and decided that if he didn't return with Daniel fairly soon, he'd personally get involved. He was now more determined then ever to have Danny as his own "son" and make him his apprentice. He also knew that once he had the boy, his mother would come soon after.
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Well, there you have it- finally the end of DAY ONE. I love slow plots, and I am the queen of making them up! A little info: secrets will soon be revealed!

As far as "Da Rules" go, I was kind of heading in that direction anyway. (You reviewers pretty much guessed it!)

Well, let me know what you think. Also, if you want it to get more PG-13ish, or if you think it is too boring, let me know, and I will try to make it more exciting. Thanks!