A/N: I know, I'm late again. And I apologize sincerely. I have *valid* excuses, (i.e. I got sick for four days and then there was makeup schoolwork) but I won't go into detail. I'm back now. And I know that this chapter is super-itty-bitty, but I'm already working on the next one. I just needed to get something posted for you guys.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Please enjoy!


The doors to the tower burst open, revealing several angry-looking eyeballs. He faced them calmly, his face revealing no emotion.

"Clockwork, by order of the High Council, you are under arrest for jeopardizing the time stream!" The Observant at the head of the group announced dramatically.

"Don't I get my trial?" Clockwork questioned. He knew that if there was a trial, there was a chance he could worm his way out of this.

"You did, but the council's patience has worn thin. You are sentenced to a century in prison; maybe now you'll learn your lesson. Until you are released, we will be monitoring the time stream," Another Observant declared.

Oh no.

This was not good.

"You can't do this to me! I am time's master, no one else! You don't realize the chaos you'll cause! I protect people! I save lives!" Clockwork rambled.

"You've caused enough chaos as it is. Clockwork, we hereby revoke your title as the Master of Time."

Clockwork stood frozen for a moment, but was soon jolted out of his stupor by the sound of rattling chains. He backed away from the Observants, keeping a white-knuckled grip on his staff. He didn't want to make them any angrier, so for now, he saw one option. He had to get out of there fast, make a plan, come up with a plea, or anything that would get him out of this. Maybe he could find a portal and hide out in the human world for a while. That way, he could still sort of watch over the planet. He had put a lot of work into watching this planet and keeping it safe; there was no chance that he would get locked away and let all of his hard work get blown up. They could revoke his title, but not his powers.

Now that dilemma one, "Where in the world am I going," was solved, it was time to move on to dilemma number two: "How the heck do I get out of here?" Then, the blue ghost had a sudden idea.

The window.

Unfortunately, several Observants stood between him and said window. He frowned again, and then looked behind him at the little green dog. A maniacal grin formed on his face as he pointed to the Observants and commanded, "Cujo, sick 'em!"

He then proceeded to fly out of the window and into the Ghost Zone, his pursuers occupied with a not-so-little-anymore green dog.


See? Itty-bitty chapter. But atleast it's something, right? *runs for my life*

Like I said, the whole Cujo thing had some importance. Yeah, it was random, but it was a random plot device. Therefore, I have an excuse. XD This is not the last we will see of the little dog... *evil grin*

Oh, and once again, I apologize if the characters were OOC. I think this was at least better than last chapter. -.-"

Well, I promise that the next one will...

a.) Not be late, and...

b.) Be much longer. :)

Until then, see ya'!