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-Chapter VIII-

-The Adventures of Danny Phantom!-

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Basics of being a teenager:

One: if something stupid happens, like your dad's car getting totaled, and you were the last one with it...No matter WHAT happened, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE.

Subsection 2: If you are 'responsible' for something that happened, whether you are guilty or not, YOU ARE IN TROUBLE.

Paragraph B: If you are in trouble, chances are pretty good you will be stripped of all privileges, including saving the world, for the few lucky people able to do so. Also, when your parents wish desperately to keep an eye on you...they'll set traps.

Danny took one step into his room, and looked about cautiously for anything out of the ordinary. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he took his left leg out of the portal and watched it as it vanished into thin air. Then he turned his head and walked to the door.

Which promptly tripped a simple motion detector. The house filled with the reverberating sound waves of an alarm, and he could hear his parents shouting below.

"He's back!" He heard his mom declare.

"He better tell me where my car is!" Jack Fenton exclaimed, "Or I'll...i'll...I'll do something!"

"Great." Danny muttered to himself, "One second back in my house and I've already messed up. Going Ghost!"

The familiar white rings passed over his body and changed him into a ghost, and he then flew into the wall across the hall and passed through it into an empty bathroom. He waited until he could hear his parents dashing into his room, and then he pulled a pranky poltergeist trick and completely decimated the bathroom. His parents heard the racket and broke into Jasmine's room, much to her distaste. She was surprised, too. Together they opened the door and watched as a toilet paper tornado roared towards them, but not before they caught a glimpse of the toothpaste squirting everywhere and the sink and bathtub overflowing. The TP twister knocked them over and quickly tied them up.

It was a useless effort. Jack effortlessly broke free and dashed downstairs, where Danny had fled while invisible. He was down in the lab, picking up the gloves, an ecto cannon, and the ghost hitting gloves, when Jack rumbled into sight and spotted his son through a specter-scope on his cannon that was aimed right at Danny.

"Consider this your just deserts!" Jack said, pulling the trigger. Danny twisted out of the way while carrying all of the equipment, but he was drastically slowed down. "He's getting away, Maddie!" Jack shouted into a walkie-talkie he had while taking another shot at his son.

"Whoa!" Danny yelped, twisting away a second time, "I'm trying to save the world! I'll get your car back and clean up Jasmine's room after I get back!"

"Oh no you don't!" Jack shouted, "You're in deep trouble, young man! You're not going anywhere!"

"Sorry, Dad, but you're not gonna stop me this time!" Danny responded. He used all of his effort to shoot up through the ceiling and towards his room, but he was cornered by his mom and sister up in the upstairs hallway.

Mrs. Fenton shot ectoplasmic goo at him from her launcher, which forced Danny to drop the equipment. In a desperate maneuver, he went intangible and flew into his sister and possessed her, and made her fire a volley of gooey blobs at his mom, blinding her. When he left his sister, he left her mind in a disorderly state, further incapacitating her. She'd recover in about a minute, which gave him just that much time to escape.

He seized the equipment and dashed into his room, and after he dumped it he created a ghostly barrier of energy along the wall separating the room from the hallway, effectively blocking entrance until he left.

"I'm gonna get killed for this." Danny moaned, "Sam owes me big time."

"I know you're in there!" Jack shouted from the hallway. "You're forcing me to use my battering ram of parental authority!"

"NO! Anything but that!" Danny yelped. He knew that nothing could stand up to that battering ram: even his shields didn't stand a chance. Thankfully, he could hear the portal re-opening behind him, and with an anxious glance over his shoulder, he tossed the machinery inside the wormhole and jumped in, just as his dad blew the whole wall down with his ram.

"Darn. He got away. At least I got to test this battering ram!" Jack said, happily.

"Should we put interest on his punishments?" Mrs. Fenton asked, picking herself up off of the floor and wiping the slime off. "And what happened, Jasmine?"

"That little brat possessed me and made me shoot you, Mom!" Jasmine wailed, "I'm sorry...He's gonna pay for destroying my bathroom! Even after I tried so hard to be a good sister!"

"We'll get him next time." Mr. Fenton answered, "He should know better."

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Danny tumbled through the portal, and landed on one knee in a crouching position. He halted his momentum by thrusting one of his palms into the ground, and when he was done skidding, he stood up and dusted himself off.

"Wow, what is this stuff?" Jimmy asked, holding up one of the gloves and looking at it up close.

"Stuff back from my house, of course." Danny replied, "Remember that one time we fought Vlad Plasmius back in Amity Park? My dad was using those gloves."

"That's right! I remember that." Jimmy said, putting the glove back on the floor. "I remember seeing Sam use the Fenton Peeler back on Volcano Island. The only thing I don't recognize is the cannon."

"Just a heavy-duty anti-ghost cannon." Danny said, "Though it's also pretty good against anything else."

"Nice." Jimmy replied, "So, who is all of this for?"

"Sam."

"I see...That's a lot for one person to use on their own..." Jimmy said, looking at the equipment out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't know what she's thinking, but she owes me a huge IOU." Danny sighed, shaking his head, "It'll be months before my sis forgives me for what happened in her bathroom."

"...That's...nice..." Jimmy said, wearing a strange expression.

"Anyways, I gotta let Sam know I'm back." Danny said, walking away, "Thanks for letting me use the portal."

"No problem." Jimmy answered. He waited until Danny was out of the room, and then turned to Sheldon, who was now working on the armor that would house his right arm. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good, actually." Sheldon replied, "You call this stuff junk? It's actually in really good condition. This suit just might work better than I thought it would."

"What exactly is it going to do, anyways?" Jimmy asked, "By the looks of your battle suit there, you're going to be fighting up close?"

"And Personal!" Sheldon added, "This baby's gonna be able to fly Mach 1, it'll quintuple my strength...and I'm still thinking of other stuff to add."

"I think I'm going to just stick with my jet pack and a few of my guns." said Jimmy, "I'm not much of an armor person."

"It's an acquired taste."

"I'd say."

"Well, I gotta get back to work, this thing isn't gonna build itself, ya know." Sheldon laughed, shaking his wrench, "I'll let you know when I'm finished. I may need a few more parts here and there."

"Ok. I'll be filling in my friends on all of the details." Jimmy said. Sheen, Carl, and Cindy were waiting in the 'training' room below, watching everybody else fly around, beat the stuffing out of dummies, etc.

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When Jimmy reached the bottom of the ladder that was the means of exit from the room, Cindy was the first to reach him.

"Ok, Neutron, you better have something for me to do because I'm going to help you save the world!"

"Excuse me, Miss Vortex, but we've got enough people helping out as it is." Jimmy said, "And I must also inform you that the robot is NOT yours."

"Yes, 'she' is!" Cindy said.

"Yeah, go ahead and tell her that yourself while I talk with Carl and Sheen." Jimmy said, walking past Cindy abruptly. Cindy turned around to pursue him, but walked right into a metal leg with a clang. She took a step back and glared at Jenny, who looked back innocently.

"What?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing." Cindy replied, crossing her arms and looking away with a huff, "You only just destroyed the majority of my back yard, and Neutron's asking me to just let you get away with it."

"I did?" Jenny asked, confused, "Oh, that's where I landed, right? I'll fix it as soon as I can, but isn't...Sigh...saving the world more important?"

"Sure it is. All you dorks are concerned about is being heroes." Cindy snapped, "Would it hurt you to try living a normal life?"

Hot, pressurized steam erupted from the screws holding her pigtails onto her head. "I try to live a normal life EVERY single day!! Try telling that to your 'mom' next time she BUILDS you for saving the world, why don't you!!" At that, she stomped away in a towering temper, every step leaving a giant crack in the cement.

"I don't need to worry about THAT!" Cindy shouted back, "But I am telling my mom why there's a crater in her pool! See you unthankful losers later!" Cindy turned and stomped off in the opposite direction, and disappeared from the area once she climbed the ladder and exited the lab.

A few seconds later, Sheldon's scream reached the ears of the people below, and Brad flew off on the skateboard to check what had happened while everybody else tried to continue what they were doing before. Jimmy shook his head and faced his two pals once again.

"Ok, I know you guys want to fight, but I'm not sure how you could, yet. I hate to say this, but I think we have it covered." Jimmy sighed.

"A hero is not measured by his size or strength, but by his brain!" Sheen shouted, "Or was it heart? I hope it's not my brain, because Purple Flurp and TV really make it go bad."

"It's ok, Jimmy. I never really was the bold, heroic type to begin with." Carl sighed.

"PLEEEEEEEEASE, let us help, Jimmy! Please!" Sheen whined, grabbing his shorter friend by the shoulders and shaking him like crazy.

"You guys could stay here and work communications, I guess." Jimmy said, "But that's all..."

"We'll be the best Communications communicators ever!" Sheen said, snapping a sharp salute.

"That sounds safe." Carl answered happily, "Maybe this time I won't hurt my scapula."

"It sounds perfectly safe." Sheen added, "...And booooring!"

"If anything ever happens, we'll be counting on you two." Jimmy said, sincerely, "Your job is just as important as the rest of ours. I'm confident you two will do fine."

"We won't let you down, Jimmy." Carl said.

"Thanks, guys." Jimmy said, patting them on the backs. "I'm sorry about you guys not being able to fight with us, but you never know what will happen."

"True!" Sheen said, "Someday, we might actually have to save everybody's rears!"

"That could be dangerous." Carl said, "I guess I could do that, as long as I'm not allergic to anything involved."

"If you two would like to start training tonight, I'll meet you in the lab later. For now, find something fun to do, like play with Timmy." Jimmy suggested, "I've gotta check to see how everybody else is doing."

"Ok, see ya later, Jimmy!" Sheen called out as his friend walked away, "The world may be ending, but I still want to catch tonight's episode of Ultralord!"

"And I'll go read a book about llamas." Carl sighed happily, "Bye, Jimmy!"

"Bye, guys!" Jimmy said.

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"I think I'm finally getting the hang of this!" Brad exclaimed exuberantly, walking out of the bathroom a second time and heading straight for the rocket skateboard.

"That's wonderful." Jenny muttered darkly, taking a seat on a nearby bench and accidentally snapping it in half. "AUGH!" She wailed.

"C'mon, Jen!" Brad said, "You know how I've always wanted to be a hero, and now I finally have that chance!"

"If being a hero means being an outcast all the time, I hardly want anything to do with it anymore. I'm starting to wonder if I was happier when I wasn't having contact with the outside world." she sighed.

"Don't say that." said Brad sadly, "If that were true, I'd never have met you...You're the only real friend I have at school, and I'm not all that popular either. It's just one of those things. This way, we can both be friends and heroes, and maybe I won't be so useless..."

Jenny gasped, "You're not useless!"

"Says the girl that doesn't need my help."

"Brad!"

"My point exactly, Jenny! You can't mope around anymore, and I'm sure as heck not gonna!" Brad declared, "This time, I'm going to be right next to you, fighting like I should be."

"Thanks, Bradley." Jenny said, a little happier, "...Uh...Do you think I should fix this bench?"

"Nah, I'll do it." Brad offered, "You go and try out your new battle form Jimmy designed for you. You ought to get the hang of it in case you need it."

"That's a good idea. Hey...why are you being so nice to me?" Jenny asked, suspiciously.

"Dang, Jenny." Brad said, "What's with you? Can't a guy offer his help, or is there a law against that?"

"I'm sorry, I think I'm just going to plug in somewhere and take a rest." Jenny sighed, "I'm not feeling 100, and it's been a looooooong day."

"I'll say." Brad agreed, "I'll get you up in a few hours if you like. I need to master this jetboard if I want to be useful."

"...See you later, then." Jenny said in a apologetic tone, before walking off.

"You blew that one." Tuck suddenly said, from behind his older brother.

"Huh!? Tuck? What're you doing?!" Brad shouted.

"I know your secret." he said, wearing a smug smile, "You're in love with Jenny, aren't you?"

"Suddenly I'm in love with my best friend because why, again?" Brad asked skeptically, eyebrow raised.

"You harbor a secret crush on your friend, but you're afraid she doesn't care for you in the same way, and you're also afraid she'll distance herself from you if you tell her." Tuck said, "Oh, and I've seen your little picture of her inside your locker."

Brad was not impressed, "May I ask what you were doing inside my locker, at my school, when you should have been at your school?"

"I had the day off." Tuck shrugged.

"For a little twerp, you're really intuitive." Brad commented, "But you're also nosy and annoying."

"Hey! What else am I gonna do in my spare time?" Tuck whined, "I don't have any friends at my school, and my little existence is lame and unexciting!"

"...You'll probably chase Jenny away with words like that." Brad sighed, stepping back onto his jetboard and taking off.

"Hey! I'm not done talking yet!" Tuck shouted.

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"Darn girls, kicking me in the shins!" Sheldon muttered, hammering away at his handiwork, "What'd I do to deserve this!?"

"Hey, do you need any help with that, or would another kick in the shins make you feel better?"

"Hmm?" Sheldon hummed, turning around to face the speaker. His face was blushing red hot because he was just caught talking to himself. When he saw it was Sam, he sighed with a little relief. "Uh, Sam, right?"

"And you're Sheldon?" Sam asked, sitting on the ground and crossing her legs.

"Yes, that's me." Sheldon replied, returning his attention to a network of wires that were inside the torso of his machine. "You need something?"

"No, not really." Sam said, "You're one of the few people here that is actually around the same age as me, 'cause no offense, there's talking sea creatures and a few grade schoolers."

"It's not all that bad." Sheldon said, "At least they're not making fun of me. I can handle that."

"I wasn't complaining. I've already met all of them, though, and Brad and Jenny look like they're in a bad mood, so here I am."

"...I guess I was the last option, huh? Typical."

"No, I was just saying the others don't look like they're in the mood to talk. I figured you were lonely and needed somebody to talk to."

"Now that you mention it, I am kinda lonely." Sheldon sighed, "I guess that's part of being a nerd."

"People think Danny's a nerd too, but I just don't get why."

"I think it has to do with being skinny and not playing any sports." Sheldon suggested, "That's all I have in common with your pal, as much as my eyes can tell me."

"You could be on to something. I wonder why popular people think they're so high and mighty."

"I'm the last guy you want to ask that." Sheldon replied.

"...Yeah...Sorry about that."

"It's fine. Did you know you're one of the first people to actually come and talk to me on your own?"

"I am?"

"People usually ignore me."

"Oh. Well, that sucks!"

"Is there something particular you wanted to say?" Sheldon asked, "Sorry if that sounded rude..."

"I just wanted to say hey." Sam shrugged. "I'm also a little familiar with machines, and was just interested in seeing what you were making."

"An armored exoskin battle suit." Sheldon answered, "It'll do basic stuff like let me fly around and increase my strength, but I haven't thought of any weapons yet."

"If I think of anything, I'll let'cha know. How's that sound?" Sam asked.

"Swell! I could make just about anything, as long as it follows the laws of science and physics."

"What if it doesn't?"

"Then it won't work, silly!" Sheldon laughed.

"I knew that." Sam smiled.

"Ok, if you DO think of anything, I'd love to know." Sheldon said, returning to his work. "But for now I gotta focus on getting this wiring right, or I'm not even going to be able to fly."

"Alright. Catcha later, Sheldon." Sam said, "And good luck."

"Thanks." Sheldon said.

I better start training with that equipment Danny brought back for me. Sam thought as she walked away. And I also need to find somebody that would like to use the gloves, and another for that cannon.

hen she reached the pile of equipment she checked it really quick, but noticed something was missing.

"Darn it, he forgot to get the extra thermos!" Sam sighed.

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Spongebob and Patrick watched in awe as Danny went head-to-toe with the reigning champ of the training room, Sandy. Of course, her only challengers so far had been just the two of them, until Danny asked for a battle.

And boy, a battle he did get!

He rolled to the side to dodge an axe kick from Sandy and lunged right back at her with a roundhouse of his own, which she blocked with her arm. She used her other arm to throw a muscle packed punch at him but missed when he kicked off of her arm she was using to shield herself and cart-wheeled away. She jumped high into the air, and almost hit Danny with a stomp attack. He swept her feet out from under her with a sweep kick and then punched her into the air with an uppercut.

They both landed on their feet and took a few breaths, and rushed right back at each other for another go-round. They threw punches left and right, blocking and attacking and canceling each other's attacks out for about a straight minute before they grabbed each other's fists and wrestled.

Sandy won the test of strength and threw Danny to the floor, and was about to take him out of commission with another axe kick. He barely managed to catch the attack between his hands, and with all of his might he seized her by the foot and tossed her away.

"Ain't gonna work this time, Danny boy!" Sandy declared. Danny came in with a punch aimed at her stomach, and didn't even get that far. Sandy donkey kicked him in the midriff instead, and knocked him into the wall, which he slid down all the way to the floor.

While he was holding his head and trying to regain his senses, the white rings once again whipped across his body and returned him to normal.

"Bleah..." He moaned, slumping to the side while little rubber duckies danced across his vision. "I almost had you...Good fight."

"You did mighty swell, Danny." Sandy said, offering him a hand which he took. When he was back on his feet she clapped him hard on the back, "You DID almost have me, but you made a mistake attackin' me while I was down."

"Believe me, I learned from it." Danny replied. "I want to battle you again, but not now. I have to sleep this off."

"That's the best way to handle a beatin'. I'd know." Sandy agreed. "I'll be lookin' forward to it!"

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Jimmy was back at his computer, observing the data flying across the screen when a window opened up and flashed.

"That little program I made that would tell me where the next attack would be is helping out a load." He said to himself. He took out a notepad and scribbled down the coordinates that flashed red in the window. "Wait, there's three different areas? And one of them is bigger than the others...And it's right here in Texas." He murmured. "The attacks won't be for another ten hours..."

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We have been detected. The powers that guard Earth know we are coming.

We will crush them.

Doomsday: Minus 35 days and counting.

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To Be Continued...