Farewell Exposed! Everything is being wrapped up in your final chapter. But I finally managed how to incorporate Mr. Lancer into this chapter! I know Trinity Fenton-Phantom has been requesting that he will remember Danny's secret over and over . . . Don't kill me, but I left it up to you readers to decide what Lancer's train of thought will lead to.

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Luiz4200 - No, but that's good for Danny, isn't it. Not so much for the Guys in White though . . .

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tiger002 - Thanks! Yeah, climax (and denoucement) this chapter.

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Disclaimer: In the exposition, I didn't own Danny Phantom. I didn't own Danny Phantom in the complications either. At the climax, I still don't own Danny Phantom. Now at the denoucement, do you think I own Danny Phantom? I don't.

The Mayor: A Full-Blown Menace

Ghosts streamed in, through the doorway, the windows, and the walls. Soon, the room was lousy with ghosts, and the home security guns were confused. There was too much ectoplasm, flying in too many directions, all at one time, for the sensors to handle. In a programmed response to keep an overload of information from permanently damaging the security system, all the equipment retracted into the walls.

"Okay," said Danny. "I guess it's time for me to GO GHOST!" He transformed as he leapt into the air. Each of his legs joined the other to form his spectral tail, and he took to the air. He shot around the room, holding a significant number of ghosts off as ecto blasts and ice blasts streamed from his gloved hands. "Don't just stand there!" he called. "Get your ghost weapons and help!"

Valerie was in action by the time the words got out of his mouth. His parents didn't need to be told twice either. Sam grabbed the Fenton Thermos and captured ghosts with it as they were defeated. Tucker used himself as live bait in order to distract several individuals from the army of ghosts. As for the dragons, they stayed in their human forms, but were pulling out concealed potions, and were managing to impact the fight.

As Sam capped the thermos on the last of the ghosts, Danny turned to Vlad, who was still in the living room. "Face it, Plasmius," he said. "If you fight the Fenton family, you'll lose every time."

Vlad, somewhat recovered from being shot by the Fenton's security system, was on his feet, and edging toward the door. "I see you've won this battle, but I have other means to come after you Fentons. So don't feel safe yet, because I will be trailing you closer than your own shadow. You haven't seen the last, or the best, of Vlad Masters!"

"Do you think we should go after him G?" Jake asked.

"Do not kick a dog when it's down, young one." Lao Shi replied. "We have already defeated him today. Besides, our business here is completed. We must part ways with the Fentons, and return to New York."

As he followed his grandfather out the door, he turned back to say, "I guess this is goodbye."

"Yeah," Danny said, "Take care."

"Yeah, take care."

Meanwhile, Jack and Maddie Fenton prepared to talk with their youngest child about his powers. They wanted to know him better, after all, and there didn't seem to be any way to do that without learning about his ghost half too.

When would these students learn how harmful it could be to pull a prank? Lancer had caught Miss Manson slipping a phony news article to Mister Fenton, with a ridiculous story about the mayor. It had gone something like this:

The Mayor: A Full-Blown Menace

by Sam Manson

Vladimir Masters, Amity Park's forty-something year-old mayor, isn't all he seems to be. In fact, Amity Park has only known half of his identity since he arrived. He is also the evil Plasmius, with potent spectral powers, and a bitter loneliness that fuels his schemes for both conquest and revenge.

His identity was revealed last night while attempting to gain more power over Amity Park, to the point of ruling it with an iron fist, or perhaps, with a giant chess piece. A further investigation revealed his black record. Police charged him with numerous offenses, including the way he obtained his fortune, his actions toward the cleared Danny Phantom, and being an all-out fruit loop.

Following the investigation, he was removed from office, and sentenced to have his ghost half permanently removed, everything in his now-not-so-secret lab, to wash the Fenton family's feet, and to cater to their every whim. Citizens are encouraged to toilet paper Master's house, ruin the paint on his vehicles, and destroy his Packers' shrine.

But will it be enough? Will this man ever be able to repay his debt to society? This reporter thinks not.

It had been a serious enough offense that Lancer had marched them to the principal's office himself. But his boss had acted very strangely, completely unlike herself. It was almost as if she'd been possessed by some mischievous spirit.

"Are you sure that drastic measures are needed?" she'd asked. "They're just kids, and they probably didn't intend the article to be seen by anyone but the two of them. I think you should've just given them a warning about getting their laughs at the expense of others, and let them go. But because you didn't, they are free to go now."

"But . . . " he had started to protest. It broke his heart to see lack of discipline developing in the school. Unfortunately for Lancer, the rest of his sentence had been drowned out by the ringing of the passing bell.

"I won't hear it, just go and do your job properly from now on."

Manson and Fenton were in the hall when he turned and left the office. They were speaking in teen language. Their conversation was something about "overshadowing," but he didn't have the heart to look the word up at the moment. He passed Paulina Sanchez, who was busy wondering how a grand collection of pictures of a boy she'd never seen before had gotten all over the inside of her locker. But Lancer's mind was in his own thoughts.

There was something different about Fenton and his friends. They were always up to something completely different than what teenagers should be doing. Of course, there had always been something strange about Fenton, ever since the beginning of his high school experience. But Lancer could never quite put his finger on what it could be. . . .