Danny Phantom2004

[Danny Phantom is surrounded by presents that Ghost Writer conjured up]

Danny Phantom:
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!

[the crowd blames Danny, who then gets hit by a laser blast from Jack and Maddie]

Maddie Fenton:
[shouts] You've ruined our night!

Jack Fenton:
[firing a blast] Drink some anti-ghost tonic!

[Danny's mouth goes intangible to avoid the blast]

Danny Phantom:
Wait, I've ruined their night? How's that for ironic?

[he flies away from the crowd]

Ghost Writer:
So Danny did soar through the crisp evening...

Danny Phantom:
[to Ghost Writer] Look! / What's a guy got to do to get out of this book?

Ghost Writer:
And then Danny thought...

Danny Phantom:
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.