SUMMARY: Danny and his friends are officially seniors of Casper High. A month away from graduation and suddenly Danny is sick of Amity Park's ignorance. Refusing to play innocent any longer- and hoping everyone will finally get a clue- the golden trio of Amity Park lets loose. This town is in for a wild month.

A/N: Refer to my other story Secrets Revealed (ch. 8) for the full list of "Things I Can(not) Do in Amity Park."

This story is loosely based off the list called 1000 Things I'm Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts By: SilkenRoseDreams, but more than half of the things here are of my own creation.

Things I Can(not) Do in Amity Park

#1) I will not poke Freshmen with spoons and insist their time is coming. They do not find it as funny as I do.

Danny Fenton spooned another bite of pudding. As odd as that statement may be, it was lunch time at Casper High School and a perfectly reasonable time for the town's resident half-ghost to be spooning pudding. His best friend Tucker still gave him an odd look, though.

"You hate pudding," he commented.

"It's not as bad as toast," Danny replied, pointing to the grilled horror his mother had packed him. Sam leaned over his shoulder to glare suspiciously at the green oozing out of the bread.

"Is that even toast?" she asked, skeptically. Danny shrugged. Who knew with his family?

Despite the rather normal lunch time atmosphere the trio was participating in like good little children, they had a devious plan up their sleeves- well, devious according to Tucker. Sam and Danny just call it their my-level-of-bulllshit-is-so-low-that-I-dont-give-a-fuck-anymore idea.

They were officially seniors of Amity Park's only high school, and were thoroughly pissed off. During the past four years, Danny's alter ego had finally become popular enough to be considered the town's first and only superhero, but people still haven't got a clue. Ignorance can only go so far. With a steady routine of protecting both good ghosts and good humans while keeping the bad ones locked up, the trio felt pretty comfortable with themselves; comfortable enough to finally tell people who they are and what they've been doing. They thought Phantom's increasing popularity in the papers would be enough for people to connect Danny Fenton to Danny Phantom- for gods sake their pictures have even been featured next to each other before- but it never was.

Personally, Danny was ready to tell his parents, who were still wary of his alter-ego but gradually accept he's doing some good, and since the truce he made with Vlad back in sophomore year is still intact, the elder half ghost was ready to come clean as well- but only if needed. Vlad still doesn't feel like announcing his existence in some huge, dramatic way was the right way to go about it (and Danny agrees whole heartily).

So after a deep and meaningful rant last night at Danny's house that involved the trio admitting to being so done with this town, they agreed to give Amity Park some big fucking hints by simply being themselves.

It's their senior year and they're going to have some fun for once.

Already searching for his first victim, Danny looked around the cafeteria. His advanced hearing allowed for some incredible eavesdropping abilities. To his left, Dash's table of A-Listers- yes, that group still exists- were discussing Phantom's latest battle, and the group behind him were talking about next period's English quiz. But the most interesting conversation was going on at the other end of the trio's table, conveniently within arms reach. A group of Freshmen that included two transfer students from out of state were conversing about the town's ghost population.

"But dude," one whispered, wide-eyed, "did you see the way that one guy made a gun out of thin air?"

"What about that ugly one that kept screaming and throwing up shadows," a girl shivered. "God, that was terrifying."

"Terrifying? I practically wet my pants! Ghost's are horrible."

Danny leaned over and poked the closest one with his clean pudding spoon. The group turned. "Well you know, you'll be like that eventually too," he explained.

The Freshmen swallowed. "W-what do you mean?" one whispered.

"Think about it, ghosts are people, right? They're just dead people. That means that when you die, you're going to become a ghost too!" Danny grinned as if proud of his analysis. "Isn't that great?" Everyone at the table looked green.

"And you're what, fourteen?" Danny continued. "Considering how low the life expectancy of Amity Park is, and the fact you're newbies to this place, you're already half way there! I'm so jealous!"

The two transfer students wailed and raced for the lunch room door. The Freshmen still at the table clutched their heads and muttered nonsense under their breath. Everyone in the cafeteria stopped to give the crying students odd looks, but Danny just smiled innocently at them and waved, pudding spoon still in his grasp. Eyebrows were raised and looks were shared, but everyone just shrugged and went back to their food. Weird things happened in Amity all the time, especially around the Fenton's son. Nothing to be concerned with.

Danny, not put off in the slightest by the other students' lack of interest, scooted back over to his own table. The grin on his face spoke of success.

"You're paying for their therapy," Tucker commented, glancing back at the door that was still swinging from the students' abrupt departure.

"Or their moving bill," Sam snorted, positive that those kids wouldn't stay in town for long.

When Lancer came strutting into the cafeteria with a disapproving look on his face, the shortest of the trio cackled. "And so it begins."