Danny Phantom

Box Ghost: The Box Ghost shall conquer this holiday doom! Lunch Lady: We just couldn't leave you to wallow in gloom. Skulker: (Arming an arm cannon) Tomorrow you'll see what this baby can do...(warmly) But all ghosts share the truce....even half-ghosts like you.

Skulker: (To Danny; after the Ghost Writer writes him to a room with a bunch of his enemies) We've been waiting for you. Ghost Writer: Skulker said with a grin. Box Ghost: Now our holiday party can finally begin! (Spotlights come on and illuminate two christmas trees) Skulker: Eat, drink and be merry! Ember: Have some warm Christmas goose! Box Ghost: For surely you know of our annual truce! Ghost Writer: The truce! It's still holding? I thought they'd suspend it! To beat on their foe! Skulker: Oh, this truce, we defend it!

Danny: (Depressed; after destroying the Ghost Writer's keyboard) With the keyboard all busted, the curse takes its toll. The story continues, but I've no control. (Sam and Tucker show up) Tucker: Dude, like, it's Christmas. So why are you here? Sam: Alone outside, with no friends or family near? Danny: Its my fault. All my fault, what happened tonight. I spoke out in anger and acted in spite. I started it all when I picked that first fight. But I'd give all I have to set everything right.

(After Danny storms off) Maddie: Hmm? What got into him? Jack: He takes after his mother. Jazz: Can't blame you for losing your cool, little brother. Go ahead. Clear your head and I think you'll be fine. (Christmas presents go up the chimney and start to follow Danny) But taking our presents is crossing the line!

Ghost Writer: You think this is over? It's barely begun! This all doesn't end till the lesson is done! Danny: And you think that I'll learn it? You think you're that tough? Jack: He exists! Maddie: No, he doesn't! Ghost Writer: Then Dan screamed... Danny: Enough! I'm sick of your fighting! Can you please let this die? You've ruined each Christmas, each Christmas... and I can't take anymore of this war, am I my clear? Fourteen years is enough! I am so out of here!

Danny: I won't keep this up! Ghost Writer: Danny said to the writer. Danny: There's no poem if I'm silent. Jazz: (About Jack and Maddie's fight over Santa's existence) Can't you make Dad not fight her? Danny: Augh!

Ghost Writer: But Danny's grim Yuletide was only beginning. Later that night as his patience was thinning... Jack: (Slides down the chimney) See! A fat man can fit down the chimney! Here's proof! Maddie: That still won't explain how he gets on the roof! Ghost Writer: And Danny just sat there, steaming and fuming. His blood pressure rising, his anger consuming...

Jack: Anybody seen Danny? Jazz: Like I even care. Maddie: What are you saying, Jazmine? Your brother's out there. Hold down the fort, Jack. I'll go after our tot. Those trees will not stop me! (Jumps out the window) Jack: Oh, man, that is hot!

Bill: It's tree watch, day one. Hope there isn't day two. Let's go to Lance Thunder, our weatherman who... Lance Thunder: (Surrounded by ghost trees) Can't believe I quit acting to work in this place. There's chaos here, Bill. (Ghost trees gang up on him) Not the face! Not the face!

Tiffany Snow: The sirens is wailing, the ghost trees attacking. Lock up your homes, I suggest you start packing.

Danny: (Fighting the Nutcracker) You think this can stop me? This bear or this train? I'll just fire away 'till no pieces remain! (Destroys Nutracker) Nothing to add? Ghost Writer: Danny asked. Then the answer, showed up in the form of Sam, Tucker, and Lancer. And Jazz, standing silent, her eyes filled with tears. Mourning the bear she had loved all these years. And Tucker and Sam felt that crushing blow too. Tucker: (As Danny tries to comfort him) Danny, don't. Sam: What's your deal? Jazz: I don't even know you. (They walk off)

Danny: And that's when I thought, maybe this is the moral. In the same way my folks love their old Christmas quarrel. Everyone celebrates in the way of their choosing. I was so busy whining, I started abusing the ones I loved most and I ruined their cheer. I'll try to be better come Christmas next year. (Danny, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker appear on the poem's last page) Sam: Uh, nice sentiment, but what are you, a greeting card? Tucker: Yeah. Why you talking in ryhme? Jazz: Such a dork. Danny: (Excited) We're not talking in rhyme. We're not talking in rhyme!!

Maddie: You've ruined our night! Jack: Drink some anti-ghost tonic! Danny: Wait, I ruined their night? How's that for ironic? Ghost Writer: So Danny did soar through the crisp evening -- Danny: Look! What's a guy got to do to get out of this book?! Ghost Writer: And then Danny thought... Danny: (Flying around the city) Wait. My problem is clear. This poem's about Christmas which is here, here, and here. This curse will stay on me from my town to Rome. But he can't Christmas me in a non-Christmas home.

Tucker: Who are you talking to, Danny? Ghost Writer: Said Tucker, confused. Danny: Some annoying Ghost Writer. We're all being used! I blew up his story... Ghost Writer: No hint of remorse. Danny: Now he's writing a new one. We're trapped in by force! Ghost Writer: But Tucker and Sam merely shrugged in confusion. Completely convinced of my ghostly illusion.

Danny: Now you're ripping off gifts? What is that supposed to do? Ghost Writer: A: Make a huge scene, and B: blame it on you!

Danny: Sam! Ghost Writer: Danny said. Danny: Ah, for cryin' out loud. Sam: I know! Can't you see we're all under a cloud? Every present we had, in the chimney, up through it! That might work for you, but that's not how we do it! Ghost Writer: And Sam saw sad faces on Mom, Dad, and Granny, so I typed on my keyboard, that the blame was on Danny! Sam: You. You did this?! Danny: Are you out of your mind?! Sam: You're the holiday Scrooge! Do you think that I'm blind?! Ghost Writer: And Danny and Sam found themselves in a spat. But before Dan could calm her, I soon realized that, a new threat was needed to cut through the noise. And what better way, than attack of the toys?!

Ghost Writer: There was one little boy, in a little red hat. He thought Danny was cool... (The boy waves at Danny and Danny waves back) Ghost Writer: So we'll have to fix that! (Turns all the Christmas trees in town into monsters)

Ghost Writer: On this night before Christmas, a brand new attacker! And now, face the wrath of my monster Nutcracker! Danny: Aw, nuts. (Starts running) Ghost Writer: Danny cried, as he started to run. (Pause) Must we end every scene with a terrible pun?

Ghost Writer: (To Danny) You would be quite surprised what I can and can't do, but I'll leave you your freedom, so I can teach you. When you lash out at others, there's enmity earned. You're stuck in this poem 'till your lesson is learned.

Danny: (After destroying Ghost Writer's book) Oops, uh, sorry man, it was a total accident. Ghost Writer: Oops? Oops?! Do you have any idea what you've done?! Danny: Well, not really, uh, hence the "accident" part. Ghost Writer: You've destroyed my greatest work! And that was my only copy! Danny: (Picks up a page of the book from the destroyed pieces) "The Fright Before Christmas?" I destroyed a Christmas poem? Awesome! Ghost Writer: What?! Danny: Dude, I am sick of Christmas! I came to the Ghost Zone to get away from it. I might not have meant to destroy your stupid book, but that doesn't mean I'm not okay with it. (Destroys the page from the book that he was reading)

Ghost Writer: Danny Fenton hates Christmas, he hates it a lot, which is why I've inserted the boy in this plot. He'll go through this tale 'till the story is ended. Danny: But you can't make me rhyme! Sam: Hope your New Year is splendid!

(after Danny shows no sympathy for his book) Ghost Writer: Scornful child! Scrooge-like urchin!(rises into the air as his eyes glow red) Danny: And you are? (keyboards appear around him) Ghost Writer: The Ghost Writer! Every word I type on this keyboard becomes real. And since you destroyed my Christmas poem, you shall become my new Christmas poem! (he zaps Danny back to Amity mall and begins to narrate as he types) Ghost Writer: On the day before Christmas, in Amity Park, almost all there were cheery, yet one soul was dark. Danny: Hey, that voice? It's that ghost whose book I destroyed. Wait, I'm trapped in his poem? Now I'm really annoyed!

Danny: I hate the holidays! Sam: I don't get it. How can anybody hate this time of year? I don't even celebrate it and I love it! Tucker: That's right. You don't know about "The Fight". Sam:"The Fight?" (goes to a scene where Jack and Maddie are arguing around Santa's display) Maddie: Santa Claus is a ho, ho, hoax! Jack: Heretic! Santa's real as real can be! Don't listen to her kids! Santa's coming tonight in his sleigh full of goodies! Keep the ho, ho, hope alive! Maddie: Flying at that altitude? In the open? At that speed? He's pass out. Or burn to a crisp from friction. It's scientifically impossible! Danny: If you need be I'll be in the Ghost Zone. Getting rid of some frustration.

Ghost Writer: (While typing) Young Danny thought quickly and picked up an orange. He threw it at Walker who... (No longer typing; trying to think of a rhyme) Aw, crud! Nothing rhymes with orange!

Walker: Orange? Ghost Writer: Ahh! Get that thing away from me!

Sam: Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Happy Hanukkah! Merry Christmas, Mikey. Mikey: You are being cheery?! It's a trap! It's a trap!(runs away) Sam: What's with him? Danny: (angrily)What's with you? Tucker: Aw, perk up Danny. I know you're in your annual holiday funk, but this is the one time of year Sam isn't instantly dour. Sam:(to an African American man) Have a Kickin' Kwanzaa! Tucker: And the one time of year I can bust out the Foley mistletoe beret. (starts talking to a lady)Hey there miss! Hows about spreading a little Christmas cheer?(is licked by dog) Mmm, you had liver for lunch.