Author's Notes:

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Chapter 8: Guessing Game

Danny kept doing his turn. Nobody had a clue who he was trying to be, but some of them did come awfully near to the answer.

"Um...are you a librarian typing at a computer?" asked Mrs. Dinkleberg.

Danny shook his head. "Close, though."

"Are you a...geeky piano player?" came an answer from Mr. D.

"Are you a TACO?" asked Mr. Turner in a crazed voice, extremely happy that the Dinklebergs couldn't guess who Danny was.

"No!" said Danny in a confused manner.

And then suddenly, Mr. Dinkleberg exploded: "Why can't we guess who you are? We've never lost a game! NEVER!" He fell down on his knees, sobbing. "Why, fate? WHY? WHY ARE YOU ABANDONING US NOW?"

Everybody stared at him. Mr. Turner stood up.

"HA!" he shouted, sticking his finger at the Dinklebergs. "In your face, in your face, in your face!" he sang, doing the 'In Your Face' Dance.

"So, who are you, Danny?" Mrs. Turner asked him.

Danny stopped wiggling. "I'm a ghost librarian typing on a magical keyboard that changes reality into a story and controls your every move."

It was his turn to be stared at. Then Mr. Dinkleberg stopped sobbing on the floor and said, "Haha! That doesn't count! There's no way we could've guessed THAT! I call that a disqualify!"

"What? It does too count! Especially since he's real!" Oops. Danny said too much.

"Huh? Ghosts aren't real! That's ridiculous!" Mrs. Turner scoffed.

"Well...it still counts. Team Turner wins!" Danny stated to the Dinklebergs.

Mr. D started sobbing again. His wife started patting him on the shoulder saying, "There, there. Come on, I'll make you a cup of tea at home," and with that she led her husband out the front door, but not before turning back to look at the Turners with a surprisingly scary face.

"I don't ever want to play with them again," Mr. Turner said after they left. "They're too awful sportsmen."

LINE BREAK! :D

"So, can I keep this mind reading ability?" asked Danny after he and Timmy went back upstairs after eating a victorious bowl of ice cream.

"I really don't think you should, sport," said Wanda, "Remember that one time, Timmy?"

"Oh, yeah. Wow. I couldn't get rid of that migraine for weeks! WAY too many thoughts," Timmy recollected.

"Okay, so...wish me back to normal then," said Danny.

"I wish Danny couldn't read minds anymore." Cosmo and Wanda granted the wish with no hesitation or trouble.

"Okay. What to do now?" Danny asked once the familiar tingling sensation ended.

"Well, you could show me the rest of your powers..." said Timmy shyly.

"Okay. I guess I do owe you one," Danny agreed.

Minutes later they had flown to a nearby prairie.

"If I'm going to show you my ghostly wail we'd better go somewhere where not very many things are," Danny had said earlier. Now they were in the middle of nowhere.

"Okay," Danny took a deep starting breath and turned into his ghost form. "You might want to cover your ears."

Timmy looked at his fairies. They got the message, and milliseconds later he was wearing a pair of earplugs.

Danny took an even deeper breath, and then he let out the most powerful wave of sound that he'd ever done. Well, that's thanks to the three-times enhancement of his powers.

Timmy thought his ears would explode from the eerie, banshee-ish wail that came from his friend's mouth. Timmy wondered how on earth he could have so much power in his lungs. The only thing that stopped Timmy's eardrums from detonating were the magical earplugs that he wore.

Danny thought he could wail forever, but on seeing Timmy's pained expression and the fact that his friends were about to be blown away finally made him stop.

"Wow! That was dizzifying!" Cosmo exclaimed.

"'Dizzifying'?" Danny asked.

"Yeah! It made me diiizzzyyyyyy..." said Cosmo who started spinning around slowly in the air with his eyes rolling in his head.

"Okay then. What other powers do you have, Danny?" he asked eagerly.

Danny smiled mischievously. Then, he turned intangible and flew straight towards Timmy. Before Timmy could react, a cold rush swept through his body and his eyes went from soft blue to glowing green. He had no more control.

"Hi! I'm Timmy Turner, the buck-toothed, shorty-pants, wish kid!" said Timmy in Danny's voice. Timmy wasn't the one who made those words come out of his mouth. He started to get frightened, but he couldn't make the facial expressions.

Then a sensation that you could relate to all the toothpaste suddenly being squeezed from the tube that was you made Timmy's eyes go back to blue, and Danny appeared in front of him again.

"What was that?" Timmy asked incredulously.

"That, my friend, is called overshadowing. I didn't mention this power before because I wanted to surprise you. Surprised?" Danny questioned with a cocky smile.

"Very. Wait, didn't you also say before that you could control fire or some sort of element?" Timmy said.

"Oh, yeah. I can control ice. It's because of my cold core, which is sort of a substitute for a heart for ghosts. My ghost sense is also part of it," he explained. And right on cue, a blue wisp came out of his mouth. "Aw, man," he said, looking around.

Just then, a large, fishy-looking ghost appeared out of nowhere. Really, he did look fishy. He had large flaps of gills on his neck and webbed hands and long, frog-like webbed feet. He had a big fin on his head and going down his back. He didn't have a shirt on, and he wore a pair of black and blue swim trunks that covered his legs. His chest looked all slimy and scaly. His whole body was shimmering silver and ghostly green.

"That is one scary aquatic dude," Danny said, staring at Fish Man. He glared back at them with menacing, glowing, yellow-white orbs for his eyes. His expression was one like a zombie's. He let out a roar that sounded like a shark underwater and lunged towards the foursome.