Wow, this is already a hit! Thanks so much everyone! I hope you found the last chapter funny, many in-jokes will be placed here. P.S. Sam was the winner of the last episode, so she's being replaced in this chapter. Winners are always replaced here by another character and until all of the characters are used, they don't come back (cue evil laughter).

Wait…I just got a new review, and it spurred an idea…Alexa Daley of Lathbury, you are winner number one for New Character! I WILL ONLY TAKE FOUR MORE BECAUSE I AM ALREADY USING A LARGE CAST! However, do it while you can, after four more, I don't accept. Alexa, Holly will be used next chapter, and I'd better be getting that lifetime's worth of sugar soon! And Dan will be included for sanity's sake.

A note to all of you: this episode includes an epic fencing scene. I have taken a fencing class before, so I shall be addressing all of the moves and procedures correctly. So right now, I am going to explain it all. A lunge is when your hand outstretches and your front leg moves further out to attack your opponent. A retreat is, obviously, a step back, but fencing …ya know what, research it. I took up a whole page doing this. And people who don't know Danny's secret as of Ultimate Enemy will not in this story for twists. It'll be so MUCH FUN writing this chapter! And the next several! I hope you love this!

DISCLAIMER: sorry, no. I own Ellie, who's still here. Yes, this shall be FUN!

Pretype Start: October 8, 2005, 1:43 pm

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Chapter 2

"Episode 2"

The flashing lights came on again, focusing once more on the group of four people, dear old Sam replaced now. The cameras focused on Drew Carey for the second time as he drank some of his coffee and shuffled his mysterious blue cards.

"Welcome back, everyone! This is Whose Line Is It Anyway? The show where everything is made up and the points matter as much as what you're reading right now!"

Once more, the authoress, behind camera 3, rose with her might.

"DREW! I told you, one more joke about my writing skills and you're OUTTA HERE!" she boomed. Drew swallowed, hiding it ingeniously.

"Now, our new cast, or as new as it can get," said Drew.

" 'A C student could think it earlier than…' Danny Fenton!" said Drew. Danny was sitting on his chair upside down; his legs were hanging off the back of the seat, while his abdomen rested on the seat itself, his head hanging off of the cushion. He tried to flip, but instead, he fell off the chair.

" 'He drinks soap from school dispensers:' Dash Baxter!" Dash stared at Drew, confused, and then picked up his empty glass and tried pouring water into the pitcher. But he wasn't trying to be funny; he was sincere. He looked up in wonderment when the crowd burst in laughter.

" 'Ellie Originals: not for sale!' Ellie Tryanen!" Ellie, this time, jumped from her chair and stood up, looking slightly to the right, her hair whipping behind her. Her legs were spread apart and her arms were on her hips.

"I'm not okay, I'm ELLIE TRYANEN!" she yelled, mocking Danny, who was fuming and about to pounce her. Tucker roared with laughter and Dash was still absolutely clueless.

" 'Bad boy loiters pictures of Paulina' Tucker Foley!" Tucker sent Drew a death glare but wiped it off immediately and instead struck a Paulina-like pose, and then stuck out his butt, trying to be hot. Everyone in the audience shielded their eyes, many yelling, "AH! IT BURNS!"

"Welcome to Whose Line is it Anyway? The show where everything's made up and the points matter as much as Dash's intelligence!" The crowd laughed. "First game: 90-Second Alphabet! But because our author is generous," the author was smiling, he could see from behind camera 3, "it's a double alphabet. This is for Tucker and Sam!" The same person cheered and was, again, rewarded with sweets. But this time, they were Russian chocolate dipped marshmallow delicacies, again, courtesy of the author.

"We'll start with…" The audience began roaring suggestions, when Drew picked out a letter. "I! The scenario is Tucker is an aggressive fencer and Sam and he are in a fencing match!"

Tucker struck the en garde pose for fencing, holding an imaginary foil. "I challenge you!"

"Just kidding, right?" Sam asked nervously, preparing to put on her helmet.

"Keep those jokes coming!" he said, and moved ahead while Sam retreated, both holding their imaginary foils at the ready.

"Let's see how tough you are!" snarled Sam, lunging. Tucker double-retreated quickly as Sam reposted (getting back to en garde).

"My family shall be avenged!" roared Tucker, doing quick lunges when Sam was moving ahead. She did rough retreats to avoid him.

"Not really. What'd we ever do?" she asked, doing a parry six to his lunge, her feet on the border of a retreat.

"O. J. Simpson was my homie!" said Tucker, slightly teary as he caught Sam in a lunge before she could parry nine him. She fell over in mock pain as Tucker ran over to her.

"Pff, that's so fake!" he said. Sam began gasping for air.

"Quest for Camelot!" exclaimed Tucker worriedly, stealing Mr. Lancer's habit of yelling out books and switching it to movies. "I must save her!"

"Really?"

"Sam, of course! Mouth to mouth resuscitation!" he yelled, leaning in to kiss.

"Thank you!" she said, before their mouths connected.

"Under you, I'm in hell!" Sam sighed romantically.

"Vhy, thank you," said Tucker in a fake vampire accent before pulling her up as they both resumed en garde position.

"What, what!" yelled Sam in a feeble attempt to throw him off so she could lunge with no trouble. Tucker got it and moved ahead as Sam double-retreated.

"Xylophones!" Tucker said after a short pause, using the same technique. It didn't work.

"Zebras can do a better job than you!" teased Sam.

"Apparently," replied Tucker, meaning it for Sam. He lunged and Sam harshly parried.

"But so can hippos." Sam's face blushed with intense anger.

"Can you repeat that? I think that my BRAIN JUST MELTED WITH THAT!" she yelled, moving ahead four times and then lunged.

"Damn you, woman!" yelled Tucker, parry sixing her shot and hitting her square in the chest. Both reposted into en garde.

"Éclairs could throw back better insults!" Sam retreated as Tucker moved ahead.

"Fudge could throw better insults than éclairs!" Tucker lunged as Sam parried and did a lunge-jump, missing Tucker's chest by a nanometer.

"Great comeback, Einstein!" she yelled hesitantly.

"Ha, thanks, I'm cool that way!" He grinned smugly.

"In your dreams!"

The two went to their seats as Drew shuffled his cards and leaned in.

"Apparently, the authoress cut it short. Damn puberty…" he muttered.

"DREW!" Lisa stroke her finger across her neck, symbolizing decapitation.

"We're on to Props!" yelled Drew. Tucker and Dash got together while Danny and Ellie got together. Drew handed Danny and Ellie pretty flowered bedsheets while he gave Tucker and Dash stalking, bristled balls of fur with legs and fangs. Tired of explaining, they just continued.

Danny and Ellie did it first. Ellie stood in the same heroic pose, but the cape waving behind her.

"I'm not okay, I'm DREW CAREY!" she yelled. Danny threw his sheet onto her as they both fell.

Dash and Tucker got ready, Tucker holding the cat as Dash stood confused.

"Look, Vlad, a lonely cat!" he said, displaying it and dropped it on Dash's head.

Danny pulled on a bedsheet and ran around howling.

"I AM THE BOX GHOST! FEAR ME AND MY UNADULTERATED HALLOWEEN COSTUME!" he ranted in a ridiculous voice, knowing that the Box Ghost would actually have a box-related theme.

"What the hell?" asked Dash. Danny ran up to him and bagged him with the bedsheet. Then he said something in unison with Tucker for a creepy tone.

"I am a bunny rabbit…" they said in an entrancing voice. "But not just a bunny rabit…a blooooodthirsty bunny rabbit! Mwa ha ha ha ha!" they laughed slowly but in unison. Before they knew it, Dash was running into the walls screaming.

Drew buzzed and they sat down. Ellie, who managed to sneak one of the cats, threw it at Dash, who thought someone was chewing his underwear. He looked behind him and saw a Box Ghost plushie.

"AAAHHH! Ghost! Eating my boot-tocks!" Dash ran in circles yelling for his life, mispronouncing buttocks.

Drew rang the buzzer, falling over in laughter. Tucker threw the cat onto his head and it began purring and clawing at his hair at the same time.

"I WILL NOT GET A CAT!" yelled Drew, stealing Vlad's trademark phrase. Danny contained his laughter.

"This is a new game for Ellie and Tucker! We will be making an infomercial but we'll be using parodies of real products! These are your materials for this!" he said, handing over the box.

"Hello, viewers," said Ellie sophisticatedly. "Before we continue, we would like to say that these twenty hours of excruciatingly boring and slow-speaking commercial is sponsored by…!" she yelled, pointing to Tucker.

Tucker ran up and jumped, legs apart, arms on his hips, and head up.

"We're not okay, WE'RE IDIOTS-R-US!" he exclaimed. Danny didn't even react. Tucker ran off and came back on.

"Now," continued Ellie, "Today, we'd like to show you the iPod micro!" She held something in her hand that must have been microscopic.

"Yes," said Tucker, "It holds two seconds of a song, but over 400 hours of the Box Ghost's rants, Technus's introductions, Skulker's rambles, Vlad's revelations, and more! What more could you want than hearing an old guy in his 40's yelling that he won't get a cat?"

"Plus, it come with this free—!" Ellie took a look at the large rectangular box that must have been ¾ of her size. "iPod case! Yes, it's so large it can fit even you in it for those long car trips!"

"And to insulate you," said Tucker, "We've got the Fentons' ectoplasmic goo! You won't only hear your 'songs', but you'll also be suffocated!"

"YAY!" they both yelled.

"And this—" said Ellie, pulling out a sticky note, "Will help you find your iPod! Because, trust us, you are gonna have a hell of a time finding that thing."

Tucker was off-stage, in the audience far away. He was making a lot of noise rummaging through the area. "ELLIE! I can't find it!"

Ellie sighed and quickly walked to his spot. "Hello? Commercial?"

"Ah, it's 20 hours anyways." Ellie shrugged and looked for a bright orange sticky note. At last, she found it taped on Drew's back, saying "Kick me!"

Tucker kicked him and Ellie slapped Tucker. She muttered something that sounded oddly like retard and continued.

"So…yeah…we'll go to commercial now," said Tucker sheepishly. Ellie only slapped her head.

"This is a commercial you moron!" Tucker blushed and Ellie stared at him expectantly until Dash ran in the background screaming, "MY BOOT-TOCKS! HELP!"

This time, Danny's teeth were sunken into the boy, mouth grinning. He managed to mutter one thing: "Grade A meat!"

Drew sounded the buzzer and calmed the commotion. "That's all for today, everyone!"

Chapter 2

Chapter 3: someday.

Sorry it took so long. Everyone, send in your applications for your characters. I will only take four more, though. So if you aren't in it, you probably reviewed fifth or later. Next cast of characters: Danny, Dash, Ellie, and Dan Phantom. GIVE IT UP FOR THE SHMEXIEST VILLAIN ON THE SHOW!