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“Alright everybody, You know the drill!” A man wearing a ski mask hollered as he waved his Uzi into the air. His finger pressed on the trigger, releasing a burst of bullets into the ceiling. The various bank patrons screamed and shouted as they all bent their knees and lowered themselves to the ground.

The man with the Uzi slowly walked towards the bank teller, along with a three other thugs. The main bank teller’s (an older African American gentleman) face began to sweat as his eyes widened once he saw the barrel of the man’s Uzi inch closer to his stall. Once the lead robber got to the stall, he casually laid his right elbow on the table as he pointed his Uzi at the bank teller with the other one.

”Alright Pal, give me whatever you’ve got!”

The bank teller’s body was shaking as he turned the large vault behind him.

”Yes…..yes sir!” He started as he slowly walked toward the vault and grabbed the combination dial, slowly turning it.

”We’re millionaires boys!” The lead robber smiled as he turned to the other thugs, “I’ll share it with all of ya’s!”

His smile then changed into a thrown as he noticed that muscle of the gang, a large seven foot tall man carrying an AK-47 was shaking like a dear caught in headlights!

”What’re you scared about!” He pointed at the larger thug.

”Boss, I’m scared that Danny Phantom might come!” The large thug said.

”There ain’t no such thing as Danny Phantom!” The gang leader shouted.

“Oh I wouldn’t say that!” A mysterious ethereal voice then echoed.

”Hey who said that?” The lead thug darted his eyes all over the bank from floor to ceiling.

”It’s the Phantom boss!” The big thug continued to shake as his knees buckled.

”Maybe Moose is right, boss!” A shorter thug with a Glock said before chattering his teeth with his finger.

”You’ve got to be shitting me!” The main thug shouted, “Someone’s just fucking with us!”

Unbeknownst to the ring leader of the heist, the shape and figure of a young adult male soon began to slowly materialize to the right of him. The shaking of the thugs intensified as the ghostly hero of Amity Park in full black and white suit with green on his belt, collar, and the top of his boots as well as white hair was now resting his left elbow on the ring leaders shoulder with a smug expression on his face.

”I said there…..” Before he could continue the lead robber then slowly turned his head to the right as he felt someone or something touching his elbow. His eyes began to slowly wide as he saw the cheeky grin of the ghostly hero right in front of his face.

”Boo!” The halfa softly said.

The head thug jumped to the side in shock and pushed the ghostly hero away from him. His teeth began to grit as he grabbed the muzzle of his Uzi and fired another round, this time at Danny. But much to his dismay the rapid firing bullets ripples through his body as if nothing was there, all while the ghost boy kept his smug expression. After firing a full round and coming up empty, the head thug hands began to shake as he lowered his empty submachine gun at the halfa. His eyes widening is astonishment.

”Th…That’s impossible!” The thug stuttered, “You should be dead!”

“I mean I am a ghost so technically I’m partially dead.”The phantom hero calmly said before balling his white gloves fist and delivering a hard blow to the man’s jaw, knocking him to the ground. As he hit his head on the floor, the main thug began rubbing his mask covered temples with his hand whilst gritting his teeth. He then turned to his scared minions and pointed at Danny.

”What are you waiting for! Ice this freak!” The gang leader demanded.

“But boss, he ain’t human!” The larger thug said, shaking his AK-47.

”Do it!” The thug leader shouted as he banged the on the floor with his balled fist.

The thugs then aimed their guns at the slowly approaching the halfa, who was cheekily placing his thumbs on his cheeks and making spooky noises in a taunting manner. With their shaking trigger fingers, they let out every bullet and she’ll in their magazines at the ghost boy but they all ripples through him like before. As he finally reached them, the spraying of their bullets ceased and instead was replaced with employ clicks.

“Wow, you guys are dumb for thinking that would work again!” The half-human and half ghost hero mocked.

But the ring leader head enough and furious got up and lunged at him. However the ghostly hero turned transparent once more, causing the head thug to his ski masked covered face to the floor.

”Oh, too slow!” The halfa mocked.

”Get him you idiots!” The head thug as he lifted his head towards his gang.

Mustering up his courage, the larger thug attempted to grab the phantom hero with his large hands but they went right through him. The ghostly hero yawned in boredom, before balling his right hand into a fist and sucker punching the big mook. The bigger thug grabbed his aching stomach and buckled his knees in pain. The halfa then floated over the still in pain thug until he was right behind him. With both hands, he grabbed the larger man by the shoulders and effortlessly lifted him up.

”Hey…hey, put me down!” The large thug panicked.

With an amused grin, the ghost boy soon began twirling the larger man around.

”Hey, stop!” The large man begged as he begin to feel nauseous.

The ghost boy than tossed the bigger thug over to the two other thugs, knocking them to the ground. The two smaller thugs moaned in pain as the larger man lay on top of him, trying to hold the vomit in his mouth.


Outside Amity Park’s First National Bank, the stairway to the bank entrance was surrounded by armed cops and the sirens of parked police cars. In the center was the heavyset female chief with red curly who held her megaphone in front of her face.

”We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up!” She demanded.

Then the double doors of the large bank opened to reveal the floating halfa with a triumphant smile as he carried all four of the knocked out bank robbers by the collars of their sweaters, dangling them in the air. The police then proceeded to lower her weapons.

“Hey it’s Danny Phantom!” The chiefs eyes widened as she lowered her megaphone.

The surrounding onlookers from behind the yellow police line looked and murmured in aw.

A little boy with blond hair stood in front of her mother and smiled.

”It’s Danny Phantom!” He cried out in joy as he pointed at the spectral superhero.


Milwaukee outskirts, Wisconsin.


Vlad Masters sat from the comfort of his expensive burgundy leathered couch with a lit cigarette in his right hand. On his lap was a scrapbook from his university years, the best of times and the west of times. In front of him, the news was playing on his 15 inch widescreen TV.

“In other news, Amity Park’s local ghost hero stopped a daring robbery from four armed men!”

Vlad’s eyes glanced towards the news report on the latest good deed his young arch-nemesis has just accomplished. A still photo of a victorious Danny Phantom carrying four goons by the colors of their shirts whilst floating in mid air blazed from the widescreen TV. As the female news anchor babbled on, Vlad lowered his eyes back toward the scrap book in his lap.

Flipping through the scrap book, he stopped once his eyes saw a certain…..photo. Vlad’s blue colored eyes lowered as he gazed at that accursed photo. The photo that harkened back to the moment that his life was ruined and that the greatest love of his life was snatched away from him. The photo was of him along with Jack and Maddie in the laboratory. The same laboratory where that buffoon Jack Fenton had attempted to build a miniature ghost portal. He could even spot the infernal machine in the background of the pic, just right of Jack’s shoulder. Vlad blew out a small puff of smoke as he scowled at the younger Jack Fenton in this photo. Then he lowered the burning bud of his cigarette towards the face of Jack Fenton and without hesitation smudged the picture of his face, slowly burning and dissolving the right side of the photo that showcased his most hated rivals face.

As he got up from his sofa, Vlad briefly heard whatever it was the anchors were reporting before tuning out.

“Good news for fans from Amity Park, top chart breaking pop singer Verosika Mayday is coming to Amity Park next Week!”

“Feh, Verosika Mayday” Vlad dismissively thought, “No one makes good music these days.”

He then turned to the table near the left side of his expensive sofa. Underneath his super expensive jade lamp (imported from China) was phone. No ordinary phone that is. It was blood red, had a silver metal skull encrusted in the center and the holders that carried the phone were shaped like devil horns. It also had a logo with a black top hat on the left side.

“I knew my collection of occult trinkets would come in handy someday.” Vlad sinisterly smiled. He walked towards the phone and grabbed the calling card next to it. It had a logo with two little red devils (or imps in occult terms) standing in a circle, brandishing firearms. Underneath it was I.M.P, an acronym for Immediate Murder Professionals. Vlad’s smile formed into a devious grin as his eyes lowered toward jingle at the bottom of the card and read it out loud.