Hi it's me again, don't have much to say so, let's get on with the story

Disclaimer: anything that looks familiar probably isn't mine

Claimer: Neave and Nick Work are my characters, so is Charlie Fey

It was finally Saturday, which meant no more school, no more bullies, and hopefully less ghost hunting. Sam and Tucker had spent the night at Danny's for some reason, Tucker had slept on a Fenton sleeping bag on the floor while Danny and Sam had shared the bed.

They woke to the alarm, or more exactly, Danny destroying the alarm, this was his fourty-fifth one so far.

"Dude, you gotta stop doing that."

"Sorry Tuck, I'll just ignore my instincts instead shall I?"

Sam just sat, laughing, between the two boys until their stomachs began to rumble, well, Tucker's at least.

Jazz chose this precise mo ent to stick her head I the doorway.

"C'mon, it's about time you two stopped squabbling and you all came down to help with breakfast!"

"Coming Spazz!"

"Danny!"

The three quickly trouped down to the kitchen where Jazz was waiting for them, a frying pan in each hand.

"So, what's for breakfast?"

"You're helping with pancakes. Vegan ones of course."

Jazz tossed Danny and Tucker a pan each and the dance begun.

When the doorbell rang none of them noticed.

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Mr. Lancer and a majority of his English class were standing outside the Fentons' house as they waited for someone to answer the door. After ringing the doorbell five times Dash barged to the front, opened the door (it was unlocked) and walked inside followed by the curious class and teacher.

The portly English teacher could hear the sound of idle chatter coming from the kitchen accompanied by the delicious smell of pancakes. They must be making breakfast while the kids talk as they wait. He thought.

But oh he was wrong.

Many of the students simply fell silent at the scene in front of them, while others covered theirs yes or looked away.

For the sight that met their eyes was that of the two Fentons, the Foaly, and the Manson moving around the kitchen as if in some sort of trance-like dance as they passed things to and fro with alarming speed and precision.

The oldest of the group asked something in a strange tongue and her brother responded by pulling a knife out of the nearby stand and throwing it almost carelessly over his shoulder at his sister.

A majority of the class gasped as Jazz caught it perfectly, causing the four in the kitchen to move at almost inhuman speed as they fell into fighting poses, knives, pans and a cheese grater clutched in their hands.

Upon realising it was only the class the team, for that was the only befitting word, relaxed and returned to making their breakfast like normal kids.

Once the quartet finished in the kitchen Danny headed downstairs to find his parents while the other three sat down for breakfast.

A few of the class members stared hungrily at the plate on the table, piled-high with pancakes.

"Here,"

Said Jazz waving them over.

"There's plenty to go around, and Danny won't starve."

Smiling gratefully a few of the students moved forward to join the three at the table.

A few moments later a crash came from underneath everyone's feet, followed by Danny and his parents running up stairs and into the kitchen.

"Okay everyone, we're just waiting on a few more people, so feel free to make yourselves comfortable in the meantime."

Maddie announced to the class.

"Sam, Tucker, Danny, Jazz, we need you in the lab, there's something wrong with the speeder."

Soon after they left the doorbell rang. Mr. Lancer, being the adult of the group, answered it.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Mayor Masters."

The overweight teacher hastily opened the door to reveal Vlad Masters, Mr. and Mrs. Manson, and three other teens.

"Come in, come in, I'll send someone down to get the Fentons."

"That won't be necessary,"

Said Vlad moving past Mr. Lancer.

"I'll get them myself, it's about time we left anyway."

And with that he swept out of the room, leaving the English teacher standing, staring dumbly at where the mayor had been.

"Where is Samantha!?"

"Your daughter, Mrs. Manson, is currently helping the Fentons with something downstairs."

Pamela began to swell up with anger until Jeremy put his hand on her shoulder and murmured something in her ear.

"We've come to take her home, we refuse to let our daughter go on such a dangerous trip."

"It's hardly dangerous, we have Amity Park's top two ghost hunters with us."

"What, the Fentons, they're hardly the top two, if anything that Red Huntress would be better."

Valerie, who had been eavesdropping, glowed with pride at the comment, if inly her dad hadn't confiscated her suit and weapons earlier.

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Dash was tired of waiting in puny Fenton's house so he decided to try and find where the family had disappeared. Making sure no one was watching he slipped out of the kitchen, up the stairs and began poking his head into rooms, hoping to find them. 

Instead he found  three rather disturbing bedrooms. The first room was filled with different weapons and blueprints all based around fighting ghosts. He quickly left before he could find anything to gruesome. That must be Fen-toad's parents room, man there's a lot of ghost fighting stuff in there.

The next room had bookshelves  along two walls, both containing tips, facts, and answers about councillors and their job. Jazz's room. Above the head of the bed was a signed DP poster, not fair, Danny Phantom never does signings, and behind the poster was another bookshelf, only this one was filled with books on ghosts.

A thump came from bellow causing the jock to remember what he was doing.

The last room had a sign on the door reading; Danny's room, keep out. That didn't stop Dash from opening the door And stepping into the youngest Fenton's room.

There was stuff everywhere, and by everywhere I'm mean EVERYWHERE. On the floor, on the walls, even on the ceiling, there were posters and books scattered over his desk and bed about space, NASA, Danny Phantom, Neil Phaser, and other things space or ghost. Sitting on Danny's bedside table was a acid-green notebook and a black ball-point pen.

Curious, Dash picked up the book and tried to open it. 

Key word; tried. The book stayed shut as if all the pages had been glued together, and no matter how hard the quarterback struggled he still failed to reach the contents.

Finally giving up, Dash left the book where he had found it and left the room, not noticing the ghost that rose up behind him.

Okay, chapter one done, only thirty-eight to go.

How do I know this?

a) have it already all planed out

b) I'm copping another's story

c) I have a secret message in the chapter names

a= no

b= no

c= yes, so stay tuned

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Video link:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rGQX18zQA3E 

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