Yaye, I like how this one turned out, especially how transparent phantom looks like

Guess where they're at

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"OLD MCDONALD HAD A CLUB, E, I, E, I, O
AND IN THAT CLUB HE HAD SOME STRIPPERS, E, I, E, I, O
WITH A HOOKER HERE
A TRANNY THERE
LOOK AT HER THERE
CHECK HIM OUT THERE
AND WAIT, THAT'S NO WOMAN, E, I, E, I, O~"

The three friends laughed, their high school days were over and done and now they were off to college....

After a road trip around the country first.

They had already been to colorado, not much fun to do there, Minnesota.... Well, Tucker didn't like it since he had mistaken a boy for a girl. They loved Alabama with its steep hills and all. They had to drive away from Houston quickly when Danny accidentaly blew up one of the BP oil buildingd there. They really loved New Orleans, but there were too many ghosts there to deal with so they left it alone.

Now, they were on their way home to Amity Park.

Danny gripped the stirring wheel as he grinned. As much fun as it was to get out of his home town and everything, he still couldn't wait to go home and see his parents again. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his man buddy Tucker snoring again.

He frowned at that, he was having such nice thoughts too.

Danny then pulled the car to the side of the road and parked there. He turned the exhaust off (or how ever you spell the damn thing) and placed the keys in his pocket, he looked over at Tucker next to him.

The boy hadn't changed much, though he grew a babyish face and wore baggy clothing, mostly khaki pants and dark colored shirts. He hugged his new advanced something PDA in his hands as he mumbled something about kissing Mrs. America. Danny chuckled, he then stretched his head around to look at his best friend and secret love. Sam had been knocked out earlier and was sprawled out in the back seat, she had let her hair down so it pooled around her small head. He could tell she was growing out of her gothic phase, or the "Dark Ages" as he playfully calls it, and into a more earthy or flower gardney one, though she still wouldn't wear pink.

He let his eyes examine her sleeping form, her body was always a bit curvy, but now that she was 18, it became almost like sin.

He smiled and turned around to face the front, Danny soon thought that he himself might've changed a bit. His normal clothes no longer fit him, so now he dressed as either a skater or casual. He took off his black hiking boots, letting his feet breathe, crossing his legs, he reached under his seat and took out a photo album.

Danny opened it and looked through it. He held back a laugh when he saw a drunken Tucker in a miniskirt try to dance on stage and a drunken him dancing on a pole with Sam in the background laughing her head off. He blushed and grinned widely as he saw a naked and drunk Sam in the bathtub holding onto a Hand grenade. He then started to flip through them all until he came onto the very last one.

This one had the three in Orlando Florida at Universal Studios. They had so much fun there, with riding the Hulk and Spiderman ride to Dualing Dragons. Danny played with the dogtag he got at the store next to it. He then let his eyes wander about the page. Then he took notice of one photo.

It was simple really, the three of them in front of the Universal fountains, trying to all fit into the shot. But he spotted someone else there. He squinted his eyes to get a better look.

Without thinking of waking up Sam and Tucker, he reached for his keys, brought out the mini flashlight that hung there. He turned it on and held it at a distance from the photo.

Danny gasped at what he saw. Right next to him and Tucker, was him. He recognize the snowy white hair and green eyes from a mile.

Danny Phantom.

Him, right next to him, wait that's confusing.

Danny turned off the light, shaking his head, he closed the album back up and placed it back under his seat.

"Well that's one thing I'm not showing to mom or dad" he said to himself.

He laughed when Sam tried to kick his seat but ended up kicking Tuckers' instead.
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Ok, heres something you now know...

I CAN'T WRITE FANFICS @_@

They are my greatest enemy and worst nightmare put together.

And that I have bad grammar and can't spell for pennies.

DP- Butch Hartman
Pic- Mine