"If
anything good came from this,
it's
that now I infrequently miss
my
powers. You see,
from
obsession I'm free,
and
this photo helps me reminisce."
"Ta-da!"
Danny turned in his test,
His
score is a personal best.
So
said Mr. Lancer:
"I
don't have all the answers.
Mrs.
Fenton? I have a request."
"I
have to come right to the point:
Your
son's record will disappoint.
So
plan to arrive
for
a conference at five
at
his favorite hamburger joint."
"I
still have the gloves for dissecting;
They
might serve for medallion ejecting.
I
could kill you, I guess,
and
prevent all this mess.
I
bet that's not what you were expecting!"
Said
Lancer, "I thought you should know
how
a cheater's bleak future could go."
Then
Tucker and Sam
shouted,
"All of you—scram!
'Cause
the Nasty Sauce vat's gonna blow!"
Everyone
had arrived, but the squealer—
there
she is, all dressed up in the Peeler.
Jazz
shouted the truth,
stripped
away Phantom's youth,
she's
a Fenton Imposter-Revealer!
The
climactic battle's begun;
Jack
and Maddie each pulled out a gun.
They
went all judgmental
with
outrage parental:
"Tell
us what have you done with our son?"
"I
am your son!" Dan said. "Surprised?"
I
wasn't all that well disguised.
I
was just playing games
with
those similar names.
Ever
notice? Well, Jazz realized!
"I
wonder where you got the notion
you
could stop this impending commotion.
I've
a meeting with fate,
but
it's you who'll be. . . late,
from
a Nasty Sauce boiler explosion."
"Hey,
old man! I'm this family's protector,
And
you are no Fenton respecter.
These
gauntlets helped Dad
defeat
"Uncle Vlad,"
and
remember the Specter Deflector?