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Anonymous: Yes, Long live the mallet! And the Sit!

Hunter 1: Actually Ranma has used the mallet on occasion, particularly against Happosai

getfuzzyfan04: heheh Okay, so "Soon" didn't exactly happen, the important thing is that I'm updating, right?

mistressKC-wanteddeadoralive: . Glad you like it

Ryune: Glad you like the mallet thing. I'm an angst writer by trade, but I really want to do comedy. This is kinda new ground for me, so it's nice to see it's working

Dead Composer: Yeah, I actually have up to chapter seven written, but my school computer won't upload chapters and my home computer was broke until recently.

Cracked Reflection:
Dash's Discovery

"Danny stop doing that!" whispered Tucker.

"Doing what?" asked the ghost boy/girl.

"Walking like that! You're walking like a girl" Tucker shot a glance up at Danny's hair, "Which you are."

"Like Sam said, cold water just seems to find me." she shrugged. "I'm getting used to it. At least this curse doesn't make me fall through floors."

Tucker just narrowed his eyes. "You've been acting more and more like a girl ever since you got cursed." He accused.

"You're imagining it" Danny insisted

"Just don't start dotting your 'I's with little hearts, okay man."

"You have my word on it"

"FENTON!"

"Does he ever quit?" sighed Danny.

Dash elbowed his way up to his favorite victim. "Been acting different lately, haven't you, Fenton. Been acting like a little girl" he sneered.

"Told ya so" muttered Tucker.

"Shut it" Danny whispered back.

"I don't like girly-boys" Dash continued, "I think they deserve extra beatings"

"Leave me alone Dash" Danny protested, trying to figure a way to escape.

"Listen to yourself. You even sound like a girl!"

"I do not" Danny protested, painfully aware of her feminine voice.

"You do if I say you do. You. Got. That." Dash said, accentuating his point by poking Danny in the chest. On the last poke though, Dash froze. He had hit something that by all accounts should NOT have been there. Dash poked Danny few more times, just to be sure.

"You're a...You're a ..."

Taking advantage of the bully's confusion, Danny ran for all she was worth.

"Um, later," said Tucker, taking off after his friend.

!

Dash was confused. Contrary to popular belief, this wasn't a normal state for him. Dash lived in his own little world. When something was over his head, he simply ignored it or pounded it.

But this was something he couldn't ignore, because he knew it was impossible. He knew what he had felt. He had touched those before (and inevitably got smacked for it). And he wasn't so dumb that he didn't know those were only found on women.

But Fenton was a boy. Dash knew that for a fact. They shared a gym class. Dash had seen his topless enough to know for a fact that he was a boy.

But now he was a girl. Dash also knew that for a fact.

Unbeknownst to Dash, someone was watching him.

"Dash knows" said the note Sam received in Biology

"About what?" she wrote back

"About the Nianch Nanicha Nannychu the curse" Danny wrote back

Sam's eyes widened "How?" she scribbled

"He poked me somewhere I did not want to be poked."

"What do we do about it?"

"I'm open to suggestions."

"Man, why can't I ever get a date for the school dance?"

Danny smiled. "Don't sweat it Tuck, You'll meet the right girl eventually."

"Eventually doesn't help me now. I've asked every single girl in the school. Except…" Tucker looked at Danny.

The ghost boy paled "Tucker, please tell me you're about to ask to date Jazz"

"Jazz is going with Dick Kangor." Tucker informed Danny.

"Read my lips Tuck, N-O"

"Come on, no one would know it was you"

"No."

"Put your hair up, a little make-up, and there won't be anything connecting your female half with your male half. And a nice dress that shows off your figure. I mean, your girl form has some nice curves"

"Tucker…." Danny was feeling vaguely disturbed. He was just beginning to come to terms with turning into a girl. The thought of another guy, least of all his best friend, seeing him as an attractive girl was unnerving to say the least. Unfortunately he was so preoccupied with being disturbed, he didn't notice Dash until the bully lifted him up.

"What's going on!" asked Dash, holding the boy by his collar.

Oh great, just what I didn't need.

"Hey, let him go ya jerk!"

Dash whirled around; shocked that anyone would dare talk to him like that. Behind him was a kid in a letter jacket, about his own build and height, if an inch or so taller. The boy had pale red hair and freckles. "I don't like bullies." he declared, "I think they're nothing but pathetic cowards who can't stand up to someone their own size, so they torment those smaller than them"

Dash dropped Danny on the floor "What was that?"

"You heard me." Said the new kid "Wanna try to prove me wrong?"

Dash tried to, but ended up kissing the floor instead. Rather than try to duke it out, he shot Danny an evil glare. "I'm watching you Fenton." Dash declared, before scurrying away.

The new guy walked over and helped Danny up. "I'm Trip. You?"

"Danny Fenton. Thanks."

"No big. People like Dash make me sick. Hey, I'm new in town. I was looking for someone to show me the sights. Think you could meet me after school? "

"Um, okay." Danny wasn't used to being treated this nice by jocks. "Is it okay to bring my friends along?"

Trip shrugged. "The more, the merrier" he said, heading off to class.

"Wow, friendly jock. That's a new one" muttered Danny

"Tell me about it." Said Tuck. "Now about that dance…:

"NO"