Me: You know I realized that I never did the disclaimer. So here it is, I DO NOT OWN DANNY PHANTOM! Butch Hartman does.

Danny: Wait, I'm owned by someone? How did that happen? I thought this was a free country!

Tucker: What about me?

Me: Fine, I don't own Tucker or Sam either.

Sam: Thank God.

Me: I am offended.

Sam: You're welcome.

People were sitting in various places around the room, lounging about in what seemed to be the most normal manner. Even though this meeting was far from normal, three of the people there were supposed to be fictional for crying out loud.

"So," I began, "We know your names. You know mine, Alex. And this is my cousin Rachelyn." I jerked my thumb over to where said person sat on the fireplace hearth examining her fingernails before looking up at the mention of her name. Danny, Sam, and Tucker had all taken a place on the green leather couch. Tucker propping his feet on the coffee table in front of him as if he owned the place.

"Its obvious that well, somehow y'all fell through some sort of wormhole and came into our world. And I bet that you guys want to get back home."

"Figure that out all by yourself, huh?" Sam added sarcastically.

I gave a small fake laugh, "Thanks I feel so loved. Anyways unless any of you have an idea on how to get back home, then I suggest we try mine." I looked around the room, and no one made any efforts to speak, "Your predicament is much like a movie plot, and in that story when the characters show came back on, they just jumped back inside the television set."

"Hold on, are you talking about the Fat Albert movie?" Rachelyn asked.

"Maybe... ok, yes."

All of the sudden Danny spoke, "So your just hoping when the show comes back on we can go home, and your basing this on a movie plot?"

"Hey, I don't see you coming up with any ideas." I said sharply, and then sighed, "We could at least give it a shot." I picked up the T.V. remote and started to scroll through the guide to find out when their show would come on again.

"Unbelievable!"

"What is it?"

"We just missed the last episode for today. And it gets worse." I turned around to face everyone, and found myself staring strait at Danny, "It doesn't come on again for about another week. I'm afraid y'all are stuck here for now."

Their faces looked crestfallen, and I felt bad for them. I would hate being far away from home in a strange place, and the small, uncertain, chance I had for getting home be so far off. Well technically only a week, but still. This was the one time in my life I was mad at Avatar for having a marathon. Rachelyn stood up crossing her arms,

"Well, looks like you're staying with us for a few days." and then directed towards me, "How are we going to explain three extra guest to your mom?"

My eyes widened, "Oh, crap! My mom!" I glanced around at the some of the broken heirlooms that lay on the table, the scorch marks on the T.V., and lastly at Danny, Sam, and Tucker. Slowly an idea started forming in my mind, "I have a plan."

After everyone had been given what they were to say, all that was really left was to wait for my mom to come home. She had taken my dad to the airport, he was finally done teaching the summer class at the local university, so he was going to visit his own mom up north. So we had a few hours to hang out, talk, get to know each other, and stuff like that.

I showed them around the house a little, all I had to do was show Tucker the laptop and he seemed set for life. We were in my room, and I was trying to show a Tucker a website when Rachelyn mentioned something.

"Tucker if you plan to go out in public you can't wear that hat."

He reached defensively towards his red beret, "What are you talking about? This is my signature look."

"Exactly. Thats why you can't wear it. Unless you want someone to recognize you and go 'Hey, that kid looks like Tucker off of Danny Phantom.' Then that person will see Sam or Danny and be like 'Hey they look like some of the characters too!' And that person will all get suspicious and call some secret government agency to come take you away!"

As she said this she leaned closer and closer towards Tucker with an aggravated look on her face. He shrank back beneath her attacks, and I'm pretty sure I heard him whimper. I don't blame him.

"Now, do you want that to happen?" She said calmly.

Tuck shook his head rapidly.

"I thought not." She stood up and then held out a hand, "Give it up."

Tucker gave a big sigh before pulling his cap off and tossing it to my cousin. She caught the hat with a triumphant look on her face, before throwing it unceremoniously behind her. Unfortunately for Tucker wearing the beret had accumulated years of bad hat hair, which stuck out at odd angles.

"Yikes."

"Now you see why I wear a hat." He slumped into the spinny chair. I quickly glanced around the room before setting eyes on a plain black baseball cap. Grabbing it I turned and jammed on Tucker's head till it covered his eyes. He sat up, grabbed the front of the hat turning it around so the bill faced the back.

"Better?" I asked.

He shrugged, "It'll do."

He then busied himself exploring all the apps on the iTouch. Inching over, I elbowed my cousin to get her attention.

"Secret government agencies? Seriously?"

She let smile slip through, "You can never be too careful."

Me: Well I gotta go to rehersals now. It turns out that a ghost hunting trio can be very handy in the theatre.

Tucker: Yeah, I'm tech crew. Working the spot light tonight. (fist pump)

Sam: I don't see why you complain about the dances Alex. They are not that hard.

Me: They are to me!

Danny: And I'm working in the Chop shop, making the staircases for the set.

Me: Yeah, and you come home and get sawdust every where.

Danny: (shrugs)

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