A/N: I can post fanfictions again! This is a stupid idea that I had while getting ready for bed. Stupid ideas are my favorite story ideas! Also, I tried to write this as if I was writing a horrifyingly inappropriate children's story, to make it weirder. I don't know, it would probably work with a Curious George parody. Hey, now that's an idea! I don't own anything, read and review if you want to, have a great day!

Casper Has A Bad Day

by MiscellaneousSoup

One day, Casper was bored. His home in the Ghost Zone felt old and boring. Nothing seemed fun and exciting. He poked at a ping-pong table. Tedious. Drawing a picture? Monotonous. Writing a story? STUPID! What kind of idiot writes stories?

Sighing, he decided to go visit his cranky uncles, Stretch, Stinky, and Fatso. They weren't the best people to hang around with, but Casper was incredibly desperate.

...

Casper floated into the Ghostly Trio's home, chirping happily. "Hullo! How're you doing?"

Stretch glanced over from the couch. "Oh, hi, kid. We're watching a movie."

"May I please watch it with you?" Casper floated towards the couch, only to be blocked by Stinky and Fatso.

Stretch paused the film. "Sorry, Casper. This film's not age-appropriate for ghosts your age. It has images that would be pixellated if this was on television."

"Come, on!" Casper whined. "I've been a ghost for seventy-six years!"

Fatso condescendingly shook his finger. "But you're still a child! How did you die?"

Casper's face darkened. "I don't want to talk about it."

…

Steven stood in the casino's hallway, cracking his knuckles. "You gonna pay up, Casper?"

Casper shook his head. "You'll never get your drug money! I sold that cocaine fair and square!" He pulled out a revolver and aimed it at Steven.

Steven ducked, but it was too late. His torso burst like a rotten melon. Almost instantly, seven other students popped up, each armed with a different weapon. Casper never stood a chance.

…

Stinky waggled a ghostly hand in front of Casper's face. "Hey, kid, you okay? You started staring into space for a few minutes, then you started shaking and moaning some weird stuff. 'Don't tear my arms off?' What's that about?"

Casper refocused. "Uhhhhh…certainly not traumatizing memories of being a child drug runner that caused me to have this insipid form out of karma. Still, I'm really bored."

Stretch sighed. "Okay, kid. I'll open a portal, send you to the human world. You can have a fun time." He floated over to a oddly-shaped cupboard and started pressing buttons. "Okay, we've picked a destination. Look, the school even has your name. Go, go on, we wanna get back to the film."

Casper zoomed into the cupboard. "Gee, thanks! Seeya later!"

…

Danny prowled through the night, searching for escaped ghost criminals. I really should be studying for my final exams, but this is more fun. Who cares that I'm failing all of my classes? Whoa!

Down below, the air seemed to fizzle, then a small figure appeared. "Hi, ya'll! I'm Casper and I'm here to play! Join me, friends!"

Danny pulled out a Fenton Thermos. "What a really stupid costume, Youngblood! That's it, you're going to jail!"

"Nooooo!" Casper shrieked. "Noooooo!"

After that, Danny went back to slacking off from school.

Casper would remain trapped forever. Danny would fail his classes, develop an unusual talent for singing, and change his name to Chip Skylark. Stinky, Stretch, and Fatso ate some Cheetos.

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