The sun was shining in my eyes when I woke up. I closed my eyes tighter and rolled over. I didn't feel my soft mattress under me. I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was dirt. I sat up and noticed that I was in a field. I looked around. Liz was beside me, sleeping. I stood up. Apparently, we had ended up in a farmer's field. Liz stirred and woke up. She stood up quickly and looked around.

"What happened? Where are we?"

"If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't be here."

We looked around a bit more. I noticed my backpack down by my feet. I picked it up and opened it. Inside was my cell phone, my wallet with $40 inside, a pair of binoculars, a couple of candy bars that I had bought the night before, or what I defined as the night before. I could not be certain. I gave one to Liz, and opened one for myself. We sat down and ate. As we were eating, we fell to talking about the night before.

"Morb, do you remember what happened last night? It was all a blur to me. All I remember was you shouting to grab onto something, and me grabbing the wall. After that, I can't recall a thing."

Contrary to her, my memory was vividly clear. I recalled everything and told her what I had seen. Her face took on the emotion of fear. She began to hyperventilate. I had never seen her do this, so I was at a loss as to what to do. She seemed to be going into some kind of shock. I grabbed her and shook her. No effect. I shook her as hard as I dared. Nothing. At last I slapped her a couple of times. She came out of it.

"Morb, I'm scared."

"I know, Liz. Me too. Let's look for the farmhouse."

We got up and took turns looking for the house. Liz spotted it in the distance. We found what we took to be the main road that also went towards the house and began to walk down it. We were walking for what felt like forever when from behind us we heard a horn beeping. We looked back. Sure enough, an old truck was coming up. We moved off to the side to get out of the way. However, the truck stopped. The window was rolled down and an old man stuck his head out.

"Where are you two youngsters goin'?"

"To that house over there." I replied, pointing off towards the house.

"That's my house. You young people want a lift?"

Liz tapped my shoulder. "Are you sure about this? We just arrived. And we don't even know where we are."

"Yea, I know. But we need answers. This gentleman might just be of some help to us. Besides, I think we both need some nourishment. And if he's a problem, hello! We're martial arts experts. We can take him or anybody else at his farm down."

Liz nodded in agreement. Despite the situation, she laughed a bit. I had paraphrased one of Timmy's lines from the first "post-Poof" episode. We got in, myself in the middle and Liz beside me.

"So, what were you too doing' in my fields. You weren't destroying anything or doing other teenage stuff, were ya?

"No sir. In fact, we're not even completely sure what happened ourselves. We just woke up there. And before you ask, no. We weren't drunk."

He nodded.

"May I ask, then, what happened?"

Before I could reply, Liz jumped in, "Well sir, like my friend says, we don't exactly know. The last thing both of us remember is getting hit on the head very hard. Next thing we know, we were lying in your field."

"You were hit on the head, eh?" I see no marks on your heads."

"I think we've had amnesia for some time, sir. I, for one don't remember being in this pink dress. And I don't think my friend here had his particular attire on, either."

I looked at Liz in shock. Why did she tell a half-truth instead of the whole truth? I asked her with a glance. She surreptitiously pointed her finger towards something outside. I looked. My eyes widened as I saw the street sign that explained everything and nothing at the same time:

Now Leaving Dimmsdale: Thanks for Visiting! Hope You Enjoyed Your Stay!

Amity Park: 20 mi. Ahead. "Ghost Capital of America"

My eyes widened. How was this even possible? Those were only fictional cities that Butch Hartman had made up! Right?

"You seem to have something on your mind, young feller. Anything the matter?"

That startled me. I looked at the farmer and reply that nothing was the matter. We were silent for a while. For the first time, I noticed that he has a small model of a red car hanging from his rear view mirror. The farmer noticed me looking at it.

"Ah, yes. The Striker Z. Used to have one myself. Sold it to some guy a couple months back."

I looked back to Liz. She was white.

We got to the house. I helped Liz get out. Her footsteps were unsteady. I helped her into the house and put her down in a chair.

"Emily, we have guests!"

I heard the shuffling of slippers on wood. Soon, an elderly lady appeared.

"Where'd they come from, Al?"

"The fields, Em. Apparently, they haven't been themselves recently. They say they've had amnesia."

"Oh, you poor things! Al, go downstairs and get some bread. I'm going to make them some sandwiches. Will peanut butter and jelly be enough for you two?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

"Such polite manners," she said to herself. The farmer returned with some bread. He cut it and handed it to his wife, who then begun to spread the peanut butter and jelly. Meanwhile, I look around. According to my watch, it was only 9:30 A.M., but the clock in their kitchen said noon. Their calendar said that the date was July 18, 2008. Not only had we transported to another universe, but backwards in time as well. As I was fixing my watch, the farmer's wife asked, "So, where are you to from?"

Not knowing if my town even existed in this world, I replied, "Uuhh, we're from up north, ma'am."

"Northern California or Oregon?"

"Oregon, ma'am."

"Ah, Oregon. Al and I once went there for our daughter's wedding. Lovely state. Well, here are your sandwiches. Enjoy!"

I thanked her and fell to eating. Liz just picked at her food nervously. When the farmer's wife left the room for something, she finally spoke in a whisper so soft that I could hardly hear her.

"The Fairly Odd Parents and Danny Phantom, both real stories? How is that possible?" she said in a scared voice.

"Liz, calm down. It's ok. You and I have been given something that no other Butch Hartman fan has been given. We can explore and maybe even change the lives of people here. We could even replace Vicky's Babysitting Service."

She smiled at that and color began to come back into her cheeks.

We ate for a while. The farmer came back in. He was smoking a pipe. I swallowed my food and turned to him.

"Excuse me, sir, but would it be too much trouble to take us to the nearest city? I saw on the sign out there that Dimmsdale was the closest one. I think that I have family there."

The farmer pondered this for a while, blowing puffs of smoke out of his pipe.

"Of course I will, young man. First thing tomorrow. It's too late to do it now."

"Oh. Sure. First thing tomorrow, then."


Ah. The plot thickens! One thing I should have mentioned: Some of the facts about "me" are actually true. Many of the the other facts I wish were true (multi-millionaire, only. Anywhoo... hope you like it!
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