Warning: I wrote this because of my own case of chocoholism. (Oh, and I came up with this while eating a can of chocolate frosting, and came up with the actual plot in the shower.) Please note that it ain't supposed to make no sense so no questions about why or no rude comments on how things should've gone another way. With that said...Um...this was originally a part of Random Acts of Randomness, but I've decided to get rid of that fic because I don't actually get around to writing as many of the plot bunnies I thought I might write...yeah...
Disclaimer: I don't own DP or chocolate(unfortunately).
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Chocoholic
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"Danny, you need to stop eating all that junk," Maddie told her son as he shoved another handful of chocolate chips down his throat. "It's not healthy."
"But it's good," he told her, getting up with a box of chewy chocolate chip cookies, a can of chocolate frosting, a cosmic brownie, and a glass of milk.
He walked into the living room.
"Danny!" Jazz exclaimed. "You're going to grow fat like a pig if you eat all that stuff."
He payed her no attention and walked up the stairs to his bedroom where he sat down in front of the TV and started shoving chocolate into his mouth while he watched his favorite TV show.
Tucker and Sam walked in the room.
"Oh my gosh, Danny!" Sam exclaimed.
"That's a whole lotta chocolate," Tucker stated.
"What can I say? I'm in love," Danny said. "Speaking of which..." He stood up and transformed into Danny Phantom. "See ya!"
He landed outside of a chocolate factory.
He walked over to the man who appeared to be in charge. The man jumped upon seeing the ghost.
"Hi! Can I have some free chocolate?" Danny asked.
"Ghosts eat?" the man asked, picking up ten boxes of chocolate, glad to hand it over to the superhero.
"Well..." he looked around and transformed into Danny Fenton. "I do!"
"You're a kid, too!!!???" the man exclaimed, utterly shocked.
"Yep! So if I just decided to stop by sometime for some free chocolate would ya give me some?"
"Sure, you're a hero! Here, take this chocolate bar; doesn't come out till next month."
"That's tomorrow," Danny told the man, taking the boxes, transforming, and flying off.
He landed back in his room where his friends were shocked to see him with all the chocolate.
"Where'd ya get that?" they asked.
"Chocolate factory," he answered, ripping a box open. "I told the man I'm Danny Fenton."
"What? Why?" they asked.
"For the chocolate..."
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What can I say? I've got a problem...
Oh, this and Square Crackers Don't Exist is probably the only two fics from the five I had in the first story I'll be putting back up. If you'd like one of the other ones back up, tell me.