Hey guys! Guess what! A SEQUEL! (You MUST read "Squashing the Newbie" to understand this. But don't worry, STN is only 2 chapters long.)

DISCLAIMER! I do not own Nickelodeon or any of its Nicktoons, but I do own this story! NO STEALIE!

Comments are most appreciated! I don't mind flamers. People who flame are stupid. Why should I worry?

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Somewhere in the depths of cyberspace, a group of people met. They shared one thing in common: an incredible love for a certain boy named Daniel Fenton. They were angry. VERY ANGRY. They discussed their problem fervently. Something had to be done.

One of them stepped forward, and all the others fell silent.

"I know what we could do."

There was murmuring among the present. The loner stated his idea.

"That's insane. It's never going to work!" exclaimed one of the members of the meeting.

"It is worth a try," said another, rubbing his chin.

More murmuring. Finally, they agreed. There was a chance it would work. They left, each knowing their part in the plan.

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Danny lay on the bottom bed of his bunk in a small gray room in dorm 4-F. He didn't share the room with anyone, and he was glad; the room was tiny enough as it was. The mattress felt soft underneath him, but that didn't make him anymore comfortable. His life had been filled with stress ever since he arrived here. The walls were a bleak, pale gray, covered with doodles, notes, and reminders of schedule changes. The were a couple of pictures too. Overall, this room was taken by a desolate, unfriendly air.

A knock on the door jerked Danny's mind away from his daydream. He got up a bit too fast and banged his head against the bed above him. Growling, he rubbed his forehead, rolled off the bed and opened the door.

A short, chubby Asian woman in a uniform handed Danny a few envelopes.

"Fanmail," she smiled, and headed down the hall.

Danny looked down at the letters. Fanmail. It had been so long since anyone had sent him fanmail. He slid his thump under the flap of the first letter and ripped it open. He sat down on his bed and read it.

Dear Danny,

I think you're awesome! My friends think it's childish, but I still love you. Who cares what they think! Hmph. I wish someday they will discover your awesome might and stop picking on me.

Love,

Michele

Danny smiled and set the other letters aside. He knew of someone who cared what Michele's friends thought.

Nick.

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-Kate