A/N: The plot is advancing slowly, I know, but I'm trying to speed things up only slightly so I can get the scenes in my head to stop bothering me!

Maddie knocked on the door of their new next door neighbors. A woman dressed in blue and white opened the door. "Why hello, we're your neighbors," Maddie said, smiling fondly.

"Oh, good morning," said the woman. "I'm Mrs. Turner."

"I'm Maddie Fenton, my husband Jack, my son and daughter Danny and Jazmine."

"Good morning," Jazz and Danny chorused.

"Pleasure to meet you all," Mrs. Turner said and turned around to call out the name Timmy, and another name Danny couldn't quite hear because across the street some car was honking for someone to hurry up. Next thing you know, a little boy, who must be Timmy, and a man, who must be Mr. Turner, were standing at the door next to Mrs. Turner.

"This is my husband and my son, Timmy," Mrs. Turner said. Timmy grinned at them, his fishbowl in hand. Danny recognized him as the little boy from before.

"Hello there," Mr. Turner said.

"Good morning, neighbor!" Jack bellowed. Jazz winced at his loud voice. She wished he could have been more quiet.

Mr. Turner leaned closer to whisper. "Say, you guys don't know any Dinkleburgs, right?" he asked.

"No," Maddie said uncertainly.

"That's great," Mr. Turner said. "I'm sure we can all be great friends!"

"Oh please, come in," Mrs. Turner said.

Maddie, Jack, and Jazz entered. "I think I'll just stay out here," Danny said quickly.

"Well, if you say so," Mrs. Turner said. "Timmy, why don't you stay out too?"

"Aw! Do I have to?" Timmy questioned.

"Yes," Mrs. Turner said simply and went inside the house. Timmy pouted a little bit, but stayed out anyway.

"Your parents are a little straight to the point, huh?" Danny asked, hoping to make conversation.

"Guess you could say that," Timmy answered. Timmy sat down on his porch. Danny did so too. He didn't know what to say or talk about with a ten-year-old. To kind of think about it, though, he didn't know the kid's real age.

"How old are you...Timmy, right?" Danny said. Timmy nodded.

"I'm ten," he said. "and you're Danny?" Danny nodded. Danny's attention was drawn towards Timmy's fish. They seemed kind of strange to him. It was as if they were staring at him with almost curious eyes. He began to feel uncomfortable under that unblinking gaze. Wait, he's talking about fish as if they were humans. Now he really thought something was up here.

Danny was about to say something, when he heard his cell phone begin to ring. Not bad timing! Timmy looked at him quickly, his fish stirred slightly. Danny smiled. "Ah, just, excuse me for a sec," he said and stood, taking his cell phone out of his jeans pocket. He looked at the Caller ID and grinned.

"Sam?" he answered. He caught a small interested look on Timmy's face. He walked a few steps away from him.

"Danny?" she answered. "Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the park today? It'd be easier to catch up with the ghosts."

"Oh, well, actually I'm kinda busy with the whole new neighbors thing," he answered.

"New neighbors?" Sam asked. He could practically hear the smirk in her voice. "You're not just there because there's some cute girl, are you?"

"No!" Danny nearly shouted. He kept his voice down though. "There's only one small kid. His name's Timmy."

"Really? That's it? I'd've thought some girl was keeping you company," she said. Danny shook his head. "So about the park?"

"I don't know. Might have to ask my mom," Danny said.

"Then do so."

"Okay, okay, I will." Danny sighed. He put his phone down and walked back towards Timmy. "Be right back," he said.

"Be my guest," Timmy replied. Danny opened the door and walked in. Timmy frowned. "I haven't seen that ghost person lately."

"Well, he is a hero, Timmy, he only comes around when bad guys are around," Wanda, the pink-eyed fish, replied.

"Can we wish for a bad guy to be here?" Timmy asked.

"It may be trouble we don't want," Wanda said.

"Fine, I'll wish it later," Timmy said, but the twinkle of mischief in his eyes totally made Wanda think he would wish it soon enough.

Minutes later, Danny was back out the door. He looked at Timmy. He hadn't moved a muscle. "Say, Timmy," he said. He knew he was going to regret this later. "You wanna go to the park with my friends and me? They're meeting me there."

"That'd be great!" Timmy answered.

"Cool, let's go."

The walk to the park was uneventful. No ghosts attacked. No random fairies showed up. Today was going pretty good. Once they'd come close, Sam and Tucker came into view. Danny smiled and picked up a little bit of speed. "Come on!" he shouted and raced towards them.

Timmy followed shortly after.

"Guys," Danny said quickly. "This is Timmy, my next-door neighbor."

"Oh," Sam said. "Hi, Timmy."

"Hey," Tucker said. "Nice fish."

"Uh, thanks," Timmy said.

"Timmy, this is Sam and Tucker," Danny then said.

"Hi," Timmy said.

"Now that we're all acquainted," Sam said. "We may want to plan otherwise on the park. It's really full."

Danny and Timmy looked into the park. It was crammed full of little kids. Everywhere you looked was a little boy or a little girl with some sort of toy/ice cream and a parent trying to take control. There were barely any teenagers around, only kids and adults.

"Wow," Timmy and Danny said in unison.

"Yeah," Sam said. "Turns out a whole bunch of schools from different places decided to make a field trip to Amity Park today to see about all the gho-" Tucker stopped as Sam nudged him hard in the ribs.

"What?" Timmy asked. His fish swam to a stop to listen.

"I mean, gorilla," Tucker said. "There was an escaped gorilla a few days ago and Danny got to be on the cover of Genius Magazine because he found that Samson was really a Delilah."

Timmy didn't seem to buy it though. He looked at his fish for a second and then said quickly. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Uh, it's way over there," Sam said, pointing towards the playground of the park.

"Thanks," Timmy said and ran off.

"He's kind of strange, isn't he?" Tucker asked.

"You nearly spilled," Sam accused.

"It wasn't my fault! You'd think people would know by now about all the ghosts," Tucker said.

"He does," Danny said quietly. Both teens looked at him with questioning glances. "He knows about the ghosts. Well, I think so. Yesterday, when they moved in, Ember got out. I had to capture her, but she got away. Then the Box Ghost came along and I had to capture him too. Timmy saw. I even heard him say that a ghost super hero is awesome."

"Whoa, how'd he figure it out?" Tucker asked. Danny shrugged simply. He didn't know. He wish he did, but he was a little bit suspicious of the boy too. Maybe he was a new enemy? His logical side told him that was nearly impossible. He's only a ten-year-old. He can't be an enemy. Maybe a slight nuisance and obstacle, but not an enemy.

E/N: Short, I know. Oh, and since I don't know the names of Mr. and Mrs. Turner, I used the whole 'car honking' thing to disguise it. And I don't think Timmy is in character very much. I must admit, I don't watch FOP as much as I used to. I'm trying my best though!

--Airamé Phantom