First of all, I just want to say that I'm really sorry about not updating sooner. I've been a little busy, and then I was just feeling lazy, but then I was thinking about how bad I would feel if I didn't update this for my poor readers. I know that I hate it when people don't update in forever. So, I decided that I should probably update this. And once again, thank you to all my readers and/or reviewers (it should be both for everyone!)

Disclaimer:...

Me: Do I have to do another one? I already did one!

Lawyers: (huddle together, chat for a second, then nod their heads in agreement)

Me: Alright, alright! I do not any Danny Phantom at all. (Turns to lawyers) Are you happy now?

Lawyers: (nod their heads again)

Me: Fine! (Grumbles) But one day I will, and when that day comes... muwhahahahaha!

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Me: Hee-hee. Sorry. Anyways, on with the story!

"Ha, ha, ha!" Danny heard laughter coming from behind him.

"

He was running down a long corridor of seemingly identical doors, but the one at the end of the hall was glowing a fierce green.

"Run!" hundreds of voices yelled, breathing down his neck.

Complying with the screaming voices, he ran faster, but no matter how fast he ran the door never seemed to get any closer, just the voices.

"You can't escape us!"

A strong burst of desire along with a bit of adrenaline welled up inside of him. Danny ran as fast as he could and to his relief the door handle came within his grasp. When he turned the knob and opened the door he emerged into a glowing blue portal, but in front of him were a bunch of green ghosts. They were all laughing at him. He tried to leave, but when he turned back to the door he found that it had disappeared. He looked back at all the ghosts. They immediately stopped laughing and turned to see a figure gliding towards them.

Danny was about to scream out to tell the ghostly figure to leave him alone, but he suddenly got a very strange feeling from it. It was a ghost, yes, but this one was different. Danny couldn't quite put his finger on it, but this ghost gave him a good feeling inside.

"Who are you?" Danny asked the shadowy specter softly.

"Who do you think I am?" it asked in a voice that had a slight echo to it and sounded oddly familiar.

The ghost suddenly stepped forward into the light, and Danny gasped at what he saw; it was the ghost version of himself.

"I'm you," it answered in Danny's own voice.

Danny looked at the phantom unsure of what to do or say, but then he answered, "You're me." He said this as more of a statement than a question.

The phantom nodded and then glided closer over to him. "That is, if you accept me."

Danny didn't know why, but he had this feeling deep down inside that he had to accept the phantom as a part of him. He answered the being in front of him with a curt nod of his head. The phantom gave him a small reassuring smile and laid a hand gently on his shoulder. What happened next Danny hadn't really been expecting. All of a sudden the ghost went intangible and dove inside of his body. Danny felt as if he had just been plunged into a frozen lake, but for some strange reason it didn't feel bad at all. In fact, it felt great.

Behind closed eyes he could see a bright light flash around him, but then, without warning, his body began to shake violently.

"Danny!" he could hear another voice beckoning from far away.

"Danny!"

"Danny!"

Danny woke up with a start to see his mother, father, and Jazz looking down over him and his dad trying to shake him into consciousness.

"Sweetie, are you ok?" his mother asked, stroking his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What time is it?" he asked.

"11:30," Jazz answered.

"It's night? I've been sleeping all day!" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Oh, you didn't let me finish," Jazz said. "It's 11:30, Sunday morning."

"Sunday morning!"

"You've been asleep since we got home about lunch time yesterday," his mom said.

"We thought you were in a coma or something," Jazz replied, almost looking disappointed, but really, what else would you except from a sibling?

"But now that we know you're ok, I can show you this," his dad said bringing out a coffee maker from behind his back.

"Is that the liquefier?" Danny asked.

"No, we couldn't seem to get that to work," his dad said glumly. "But we did make a ghost DNA extractor," he continued, the vigor back in his face. "I call it the Fenton Tracer. It's able to trace a person's DNA through something as simple as a strand of hair or a piece of skin and then is able to decipher whether that person is possessed by a ghost or not; not to mention it also makes a great cup o' joe!" he added with a small wink and then said, "Here, let me show you. All you do is pull out a hair from someone," he pulled out a hair from Danny's head.

"Ow!" Danny exclaimed, rubbing the spot his hair had just been pulled from.

Jack continued on, "Put it in the filter like so and push the button." He pushed the 'on' button after tossing the hair in and the modified coffee maker began to drip results into the glass cup.

"DNA confirmed," a female voice came out of the Fenton Tracer. "Ghost presence affirmative."

Danny's eyes grew large and he began to squirm under his parents' and sister's looks.

"Hmm, that can't be right," Maddie replied.

"Yeah, there must still be some bugs to work out," Jack said, yet again disappointed.

Danny put a hand to his forehead in relief and sunk down into his bed.

Jazz shook her head sadly. "What did I do to deserve this?" She followed their parents out of Danny's room.

"Ok, I'm going with this wasn't a very elaborate dream," he said once his family left. "Why does everything happen to me?"

He quickly pulled back the covers, jumped out of bed, and went to the bathroom. There was no point in him getting dressed. He still had on his clothes from the other day, although they were a bit wrinkled, but Danny didn't seem to care. When he got to the bathroom he took out his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. Half way through the morning ritual his hand went intangible and the toothbrush fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Argh!" he growled. "I can't even brush my teeth!"

"Is everything all right up there, sweetie?" he heard his mom call.

"Uhh, yeah, just brushing my teeth," he managed to answer.

"Ok. Well, Tucker's on the phone."

"All right."

Danny picked up the toothbrush, laid it on the sink, and ran out of the bathroom without even bothering to rinse now foamy paste out his mouth. He picked up the phone in his room and pressed the 'on' button.

"I got it mom!" he yelled.

He put his ear to the phone and once he heard the click of his mom hanging up he said, "Tuck?"

"Yeah," Tucker said sounding calm and casual.

"What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. I just had the strangest dream last night. Get this, you were a ghost and you had all these cool, freaky powers."

"Uhh, Tuck, that wasn't a dream."

There was silence on the line for a moment. "It wasn't?"

"No."

…more silence…

"Was there any other reason you decided to call?" Danny asked, trying to move away from the subject.

"Yeah," Tucker responded after a minute. "I just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the movies with Sam and me at 12:30."

"The movies?" he exclaimed. "I forgot. I can't go there."

"But Danny, we've had this thing planned for a month. Sam's had it planned for two. You know how much she's been wanting to see it and if you don't come—"

"But I can't."

"Danny—" but Danny hung up before Tucker even got to finish.

There was a long line in front of the Multiplex Cinema. On top of the Cinemas on a very large billboard was the picture of a red space rock and a high tech looking ray gun next to the words Red Asteroid Part V. In the line stood Tucker with a black-haired girl, sporting purple stockings, a plaid miniskirt, black shirt, and a pair of black combat boots to top it all off.

"I hope Danny gets here soon," she said looking at the overhead clock, which read 12:20.

"Uhh, I don't know if Danny's gonna be coming, Sam," Tucker responded.

"Oh, he's coming," she said as she crossed her arms.

"How do you know?"

"I just called him 10 minutes ago. He tried to make up some lame excuse about him not feeling well, but he's not weaseling his way out of it this time. I mean last time when Part IV came out, he said that his grandmother had just decided to drop in. How convenient," replied Sam as she balled up her fists in a threatening manner.

Tucker took a small step backwards, afraid that he was going to end up being the object of her anger. "Actually, his grandmother did drop in and trust me, you never want to meet her," he answered, shivering at the thought of what happened when he had met her.

"Whatever. All I know is that if he knows what's good for him, he'll show up."

At that moment they heard Danny's voice call, "Tucker, Sam!"

"Told you he was coming," Sam said.

Danny ran up to them. He looked very pale, like he was about to throw up at any minute.

"Danny, are you ok?" Sam asked.

"I all ready told you I wasn't feeling very well," he grunted weakly.

"Right," she said, still not believing him. "Come on, let's go before they run out of seats."

Meanwhile, back at the Fenton house, the Fenton Ghost Portal opened up and a large, green blob with four arms and many sharp teeth emerged from the swirling mass. It looked around with its beady, red eyes and then floated up through the ceiling.

Sam and Tucker walked into the movie theater with Danny bringing up the rear. Tucker dropped behind to check on Danny.

"That faking sick act is really good—almost realistic," he said, sounding amazed.

Danny groaned, "I'm not exactly faking it."

Tucker frowned in concern. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's just the fact that my intestines are deciding to make a huge knot in the pit of my stomach, that's all," he said sarcastically.

"Sorry."

"Ah, I'm sorry," Danny apologized as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm just worried, that's all. I don't mean to take it out on you."

"Don't worry about it," said Tucker.

"Guys, over here," Sam called, pointing to three empty seats.

They trudged up the stairs and sat down in the vacant seats. Right after they sat, the previews started, and after a few minutes, the movie was finally ready to begin.

"It's starting, it's starting!" Sam squealed in delight.

"Uh-huh," Danny said, nodding his head. The truth was, he really had no desire to see this movie or its four preceding ones. The only reason he went was because he didn't want to hurt Sam's feelings.

After about fifteen minutes of the supposedly action-packed movie, Danny's snores started to echo through the theater.

"Danny," Sam said nudging him in the ribs.

"Ow!" Danny said as he seemingly woke up. "I'm awake!"

His elbow suddenly went through the armrest. He pulled it out and it immediately went back to its solid state. Lucky for him Tucker was the only one who noticed. Everyone else was too hooked on the movie.

Danny went to close his eyes again, but a loud rumbling sound shook the entire room.

The special effects are pretty real, Danny thought to himself. But when he looked up at the screen, he noticed that the actors were just talking as if nothing had ever happened.

"That was weird," he thought out loud.

"Tell me about it," Tucker responded and then he added, "No, really, tell me. Anything's better than hearing the cheesy dialogue in this movie."

Danny all of a sudden felt really cold. His mouth fell open a little and a line of blue smoke emitted from it.

"What was that?" Tucker said, staring at Danny.

He just shrugged his shoulders albeit a little tensely. The rumbling came again. All of a sudden a very large, very green blob came out of the screen. A lot of people screamed, but no one ran, thinking it was all part of the movie.

"This is so awesome!" Sam shrieked. "This is nothing like Part IV."

The green blob roared and looked right at Danny. Danny, having figured out that this wasn't part of the script whispered, "Oh no." But then it turned its head a little and looked directly at Sam. It reached out one of its four hands and grabbed Sam around the waist.

"Help!" she screamed, obviously figuring out that this wasn't a movie at all.

Chaos erupted and people began running for the doors. Danny and Tucker just stared on in horror as the green blob laughed in triumph. The doors of the movie theater slammed shut as the last of the people exited the room.

"We have to help her!" Tucker exclaimed. His eyes grew big and he turned towards Danny. "You have to help her!"

"Me?" he squeaked. "But what am I gonna do?"

"You're the one with ghost powers. Use them."

Danny looked over at the monster that was holding a screaming Sam. He had made up his mind. Danny narrowed his eyes at the monster.

"I'm going ghost!" he yelled.

He didn't know why, but the little catch phrase seemed to comfort him.

Danny clenched his fists with determination and instantly turned into his ghost form. He floated off the ground and flew straight for the ghost's face.

"Let her go!" he screamed as he punched it in the jaw.

The ghost let go of Sam as it reached for its throbbing jaw.

"Sam!" Danny screamed.

A gray mist suddenly replaced his legs and he zoomed straight for the falling Sam. Right before she hit the ground he caught her. He laid the unconscious girl down, but before he was able to check to see if she was all right, the ghost pulled Danny by the leg and flung him into the air. Danny saw that he was heading straight for a wall. He closed his eyes, preparing for impact, but it never came. To his surprise he had gone right through it. He opened his eyes, shocked at what he had done, and went straight back for the ghost. He kicked the ghost in the stomach and it fell over.

"Go, Danny!" Tucker yelled from next to the drowsy Sam.

Danny tried giving it a few well placed jabs and kicks, but no matter how hard he tried or how many times he hit it the ghost wouldn't leave.

"Tuck, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. This ghost won't go down," Danny panted as he hovered above his friends.

Tucker thought for a minute and then a light bulb clicked. "I got it! Lure that thing over to your house. Maybe you can use one of your dad's inventions to get rid of it!"

Danny nodded his head weakly in response. He wasn't very sure on how well his dad's inventions actually worked, but he really didn't have any other choice.

"Hey, you stupid overgrown piece of mold, get over here!" he mocked poorly.

But despite the weakness of his taunt, the blob roared in anger and followed Danny out of the movie theater. They soared over the buildings until they reached his house. Danny put on a spurt of extra speed and zoomed through the wall into his parents' lab. To his relief no one was in there, but his relief was short lived when he heard the ghost roar right outside.

"What am I going to use?" he thought out loud as he dug through all of the strange contraptions.

The ghost suddenly flew through the ceiling and was obviously seething with anger. Danny grabbed the invention nearest to him, which happened to be a vacuum cleaner, or at least something that looked like a vacuum cleaner, and pressed the 'on' button, but unfortunately it didn't turn on. The ghost started to laugh maniacally.

"Great," Danny said still trying to turn the vacuum on, but to no avail.

The ghost flew straight at him and Danny quickly dodged him, but not without hitting the ground with a hard thump. He looked down at the ghosts feet, or tail, and saw that the vacuum had been unplugged. He flew for the plug, but the ghost grabbed him with two arms and grabbed the vacuum with another. Danny struggled to get free, but he couldn't seem to loosen its grip. The ghost laughed again, but to Danny's good fortune the ghost tripped over the loose vacuum cord and fell to the ground, releasing Danny and the vacuum. He flew over to the vacuum and plugged the cord in.

"Say goodbye, slimeball," Danny said as he held the vacuum out in front of him. "I hope this works," he whispered to himself, flipping the switch on.

The vacuum immediately turned on and the ghost got sucked inside. Danny removed the bag and looked over at the open portal.

"So, that's where you came from," he said, eyeing the swirling mass.

He attached the bag to a dispenser on the side of the portal and released the ghost back into the 'Ghost Zone'. Danny reattached the bag to the vacuum and then took off for the multiplex. When he went back inside the theater he saw Tucker still next to Sam trying to wake her up.

"Is she all right?" Danny asked concerned as he landed on Sam's other side.

"I don't know. She won't wake up," Tucker replied.

Suddenly, Sam began to stir.

"Sam?" Danny asked.

She opened her eyes, but only half way. "Who are you?"

Danny frowned. "It's me, Danny. Ya know, your friend Danny Fe… uh, Phantom." He had forgotten he was still in his ghost form.

"Phantom?" she whispered in a dazed state, before she passed out again.

Tucker looked at him with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "Phantom? How original. I'm sure she won't figure that one out."

"Oh, come on. Give me credit. I was pressed for time."

Tucker nodded his head in agreement. Danny closed his eyes and a moment later a bright light traveled over his body and returned him to his normal self.

"You're getting better at that," Tucker praised.

"Thanks. Come on. Let's get Sam home," Danny said as he and Tucker picked her up.

The moment they emerged from the theater doors a crowd swamped them.

"Connie Palazzo from Amity Park Weekly," a female reporter said as she shoved a microphone into Danny and Tucker's faces. "Is it true that there was really a ghost?"

"Uh…" Danny started, but another reporter put a microphone in his face.

"Was it all just an elaborate prank?"

"Yeah," he responded quickly, trying to shove his way out of the mob. "It was just a prank."

He and Tucker managed to elbow their way out of the crowd. They ran out of the building and hid behind the ticket stand. The mob ran past them and down the street in the direction they thought they went.

"Come on," Danny said as they emerged from behind the stand and took off towards Sam's house.

Alrighty! That's the end of part 3. Hope you liked it. Just so you guys know, next chapter will be the last one, so you'll only have to wait for me to update one more time. As always, R&R! (and no, that does not mean rest and relaxation!) See ya lata!