Danny Phantom (2003–2007)

Will Arnett: Ghost Writer

Quotes 

• [the poem is closing with its last lines] 

  Danny Fenton : [narrating]  And then I thought, maybe this is the moral. / In the same way my folks loved 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. /

  [smiles] 

  Danny Fenton : I'll try to be better, come Christmas next year.

  [thus ends the poem; Danny, Sam, Jazz and Tucker gather together at the last page which says "The End."] 

  Samantha "Sam" Manson : Um, nice sentiment, but what are you, a greeting card?

  Tucker Foley : Yeah, why are you talking in rhyme?

  Jazz Fenton : Such a dork.

  Danny Fenton : [realizing]  We're not talking in rhyme?

  [starts getting jubliant] 

  Danny Fenton : We're not talking in rhyme!

  [the book closes, and Ghost Writer is glad his new poem is finished. A cell mate inches close to him as he wants to look at the new book he has completed, but Ghost Writer turns away from him] 

  Walker : [greets him]  Orange?

  Ghost Writer : [scared]  Aahh! Get that thing away from me!

• [Danny flies to the Jewish Manson home, hoping Sam won't put the blame on him for attacking Christmas] 

  Danny Fenton : [in joy]  Sam!

  Ghost Writer : Danny said.

  Danny Fenton : [to Ghost Writer]  Oh, for crying out loud!

  Samantha "Sam" Manson : 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!

  [Ghost Writer conrtols Sam by her anger] 

  Samantha "Sam" Manson : [angrily]  You! You did this?

  Danny Fenton : [shouts]  Are you out of your mind?

  Samantha "Sam" Manson : [shouts]  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 brings all the toys from each building to attack the town, then starts forming them together. Danny and Sam stop and go outside to look at this scenery; Danny turns into Danny Phantom to find out what's going on] 

  Ghost Writer : From all over the town, the toys started to merge! / I'm really quite weakened when I get the urge! / On this night before Christmas, a brand new attacker! / And now, face the wrath of my monster nutcracker!

  [the controlled toys form a giant Nutcracker, which comes to life and attacks] 

  Danny Phantom : [surprised]  Aw, nuts!

  [he starts running away from the monster] 

  Ghost Writer : Danny cried, as he started to run. /

  [pauses] 

  Ghost Writer : Must we end every scene with a terrible pun?

• [Danny Phantom has accidentally destroyed the poem Ghost Writer has created] 

  Danny Phantom : Oops! Uh, Sorry, man, it was a total accident.

  Ghost Writer : Oops?

  [angrily] 

  Ghost Writer : Oops? Do you have any idea what you've done?

  Danny Phantom : 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 and reads it] 

  Danny Phantom : The Fright Before Christmas? I destroyed a Christmas poem? Awesome!

  Ghost Writer : What?

  Danny Phantom : 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 he was reading] 

• [Ghost Writer has trapped Danny Phantom inside a new poem, which begins its first lines] 

  Ghost Writer : On the day before Christmas, in Amity Park, / Almost all there were cheery, yet one soul was dark.

  Danny Fenton : Hey, that voice? It's the ghost whose book I destroyed. /

  [looks around] 

  Danny Fenton : Wait! I'm trapped in this poem? Now I'm really annoyed!