AN: My second posted story! This ones multiple chapters, but I might combine it into one long chapter, depending on how long it is when complete. Just a wierd little idea I had, that I thought was funny and decided to run with. Tell me if I should continue. Enjoy :) P.S. I own nothing but the fingers used to type this.

Cover was made by me, using GIMP and a base by devAT-Bases (PartyBases on DeviantArt, which I do not own). Check them out, they're awesome! :))

Chapter 1:


Sam wore a disgusted frown as she sat in the bedroom of one of her two best friends, Danny Fenton. Her frown deepened, as the 'who-can-chug-the-most-soda-the-fastest' contest between Danny and her other best friend, Tucker Foley, continued. So far, Danny was winning, but Tucker was closing in fast. The action and excitement that the two sixteen-year-old boys felt was punctuated by gulping sounds, and highlighted every few seconds by loud burps. The burps were coming so often now that Sam was seriously worried it was turning into a belching contest.

She sighed, shutting the book she had given up on reading. She thought she would be used to strange and disgusting things, seeing as the trio were the greatest team of ghost-hunters in Amity Park, Illinois. Truth be told, they were possibly the greatest ghost-hunters on the planet, since Danny was a halfa, (a half-ghost/half-human hybrid,) and the son of two of the world's leading paranormal scientists.

Apparently, she was wrong. No amount of ghost fighting, interdimensional- and/or time-travel, ectoplasmic-gooping, and accidentally sucking Danny into the Fenton Thermos, (one of Mr. and Mrs. Fenton's ghost-capturing devices,) could ever prepare her for the unpredictable behavior of teenaged boys.

Tucker suddenly let out a long, loud belch, stinking up the entire room. Sam held her nose and Danny waved a hand in front of his face, trying to giggle and hold his breath at the same time. "Heh-heh-heh, Duu-hu-hude-"


Sudenly, a familiar bright white ring formed around Danny's waist. The ring quickly split in two, one travelling up and the other down Danny's body.

One moment, black-haired, blue-eyed Danny Fenton was sitting backwards in his computer chair, a half-full can of soda in one hand. The next, he was replaced by his white-haired, green-eyed, ghostly alter ego, Danny Phantom. (But, he kept the soda.)

The three teens just stared for a moment, and Danny suddenly realized that he hadn't had the hiccups since before he got his ghost-powers. This can't be good, he thought.


The rings reappeared, and Fenton was back. Oh, boy.

"Danny, Honey? Is everything alright, up there? I thought I heard something." Mrs. Fenton called, from the bottom of the stairs.

"Uh... Uh- Yeah, Mom! Everything's fine!" Danny shouted back.

"Well, okay. Your father and I are going to the store. Do you kids need anything, while we're out?"


Suddenly, Phantom was back. "Uh- N-no, thanks, Mom. W-we're fine," he stammered, nervously, hoping his mother wouldn't notice the slight echo in his voice that came with being in his ghost-form.

"Okay, Sweetie. Jazz is at the library. We'll be back in a little while."

"CALL ME, IF YOU SEE A GHOST!" Danny's father bellowed, followed by the sound of the front door slamming. The teens sat in stunned silence a few seconds longer.

"What. Just. Happened?" Sam finally asked.

"Iiii'm not sure," Danny dragged out, uncertainly.


Two bright lights, and Danny was in his human-form, again.

"But, I have a bad feeling it's gonna be trouble."