Original story idea by me. I do not own Danny Phantom or The Mask.

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Outside the legendary Slice nightclub on the north side, it was a typical late Friday night for guests and staff. Expensive champagne and vodka being poured, loud Euro music thumping out of the speakers, a long line of luxury vehicles waiting to drop their guests off at Chicago's favorite party spot.

The bouncers and chauffeurs were out on their usual duties, checking guests' tickets while parking another Rolls-Royce in the back lot. As glamorous as it may have been inside, this was still work for them. There were rarely any surprises in this role, at least until tonight.

Pushing aside other vehicles like pinballs in a machine, a new limo pulled up front and center to the club entrance. Its brand was unknown, but it looked ridiculous, clashing shade of blue and pink paint mixed with rims painted a bright green. And that was before the occupant stepped out…

Thick green smoke pouring out of the windows, a voice began to speak from an unknown spot, ready to announce the grand arrival.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the show…LENA!!!!!!"

A single leg with a light blue heel stretched out down the red carpet, before the rest of the woman sprung out like a rubber band. As camera bulbs flashed around her, she looked both ungodly beautiful - and ungodly strange.

Decked out in a flowing pink dress, her nails and lips were done up in a perfect robin's egg blue. At least five rings were on her perfectly manicured fingers, with similar gold and silver pieces sparking around her neck and elbows. Her black hair stretched almost to the ground, light blue streaks running through her luscious locks. And then there was her face - bright green in color, her cheeks and lips looked inflated with Botox, and her teeth were bright white and about the size of tea cups.

With a wave of her hand, the camera bulbs disappeared, and Lena strode up the stairs with the poise and confidence of a supermodel.

"Hello boys! I'm ready for my closeup, don't you dare get in my way!!!"

The bouncer at the door wanted to laugh at the bizarre nature of the woman, her green face more befitting of an alien than any partygoer. No chance she could possibly make her way in, there were no freaks like her on the invite list. Still, he had to remain as cool as can be.

"May I see some identification, please?"

"Oh, where did I put that thing?" Digging through her pockets, a haphazard assortment of items began to land on the red carpet - a metal Thermos, an Axiom Labs employee badge, a Sayonara Kitty doll, and so on. Finally, a giant card was procured, with nothing but her green head and "LENA" printed on it.

"Ma'am, this isn't e-"

The bouncer was rudely shoved aside, Lena had no more use for his pestering. Besides, now that she was in, she had an audience to entertain.

But first, a much-needed drink.

Lena had a sudden urge to spin - and so, twisting her arms, her body became a whirlwind, scattering her fellow patrons out of her way as she set off for some booze.

"Get me a magnum of Moët - WHOA MAMA!!!!!"

The bartender Lena had set her eyes on was simply handsome - tall, dark brown eyes, slicked back hair in a button up shirt. Forget the Moët, she had to have him, and now!

Her eyes trailing behind her as she left her seat, Lena soon had her catch in her arms. Stunned by his capture, the bartender struggled to react to his new predicament.

"Ummm, hi?"

"Hello?!?! Is that all I'm going to get from my little stud muffin? Come on baby, tell me everything!!!" Getting more worked up, her brown eyes had turned to large pink hearts, and her tongue was panting like a dog in the hot sun.

"I'm Darren, it's, uh, nice to meet you."

"I'm Lena, nice to meet you!!!!" Grabbing the bottle of Moët, the green-headed girl poured it down her throats in one swig, green cheeks swelling with every gulp. Letting out an echoing burp, she then decided to break the bottle over her head, Darren looking out in shock at her apparent indifference to this scene.

Shaking the pieces of glass out of her bulbous head, Lena once again had Darren in her grasp. What a pity that a man like him was stuck behind the counter - she needed to change that.

"Ready for the time of your life, chico?"

On the club's main dance floor, the usual crowd was jamming along to the Black-Eyed Peas and Justin Timberlake, music that Paulina herself had great enjoyment for. But Lena had something different in mind - and as the dancers suddenly ran for their lives from the gusting twister, she was prepared to make it happen.

Feeling a little ill from the trip he had just taken, Darren looked down to find himself in a perfectly pressed tuxedo, red bowtie hung around his collar. He looked exquisite - but Lena was the real showstopper. Now sporting a sparkling red dress and matching lipstick, she carried a rose between her giant white teeth.

"Shall we dance, my sweet sugar? Just follow my lead, I've danced the salsa all my life. Now, DJ?"

The DJ, still unsure how the woman was able to stop his equipment with a single snap, had only one response.

"I don't have any salsa music, ma'am!"

"Oh, dios mio!!! Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here?!?!"

Lights flickering as Lena worked her magic, the DJ and the electronics was quickly replaced by several men ready to play bongos, trumpets, and bells. Now this was a birthday dance Lena could truly enjoy - not just Amity Park, but the eyes of all Chicago's finest were on her, but she was ready for the spotlight she had always craved.

"A one, a two, a three…"

Grabbing her new partner and swaying to the salsa beat, Lena was having the time of her life. And best of all, it was just beginning.